She nodded, darting her gaze away to hide her embarrassment.
Inspecting under the lids, Garrett’s eyes drifted closed as he inhaled the delicious scents. “Damn. I don’t know what to say.”
He turned and scooped her up, one arm cradling her legs, the other pressed against her back, as he urged her mouth to his. He pressed his tongue against her lips and she opened, sucking him in, loving the feel of being in his arms.
“Thank you, sweetheart. But don’t drop that bottle,” he said between kisses. “We’re about to put it to good use.”
The endearment wrapped around her heart. It was different somehow, from calling her princess. More intimate. Erotic images of Garrett naked and slathered in oil had her squirming, desperate to get her hands all over his warm, tanned skin. As well as the skin that wasn’t so tanned.
By the time they reached the bedroom, dinner forgotten, Jessa was ready to throw him to the mattress and ride them both to ecstasy.
Garrett placed her on her feet and stripped off his robe, his magnificent body exposed for her pleasure.
“Lay down.” Her voice trembled in time with the flutter in her *.
“That’s not really what I had in mind, princess.” He shoved a hand under her shirt and cupped her breast, teasing the tip with his thumb.
“Uh-uh. You first.”
“That’s what I’m counting on.” He pinched her nipple and tugged.
The sensation shot through her breast, tightening her stomach. The twinge of pain ramping her arousal until her * wept with need. Wiggling out of his grasp, she spun him and pointed. “No, you first. On the bed. Now. So I can work on your muscles.”
“Oh, I’ve got a muscle you can work,” he teased.
“Garrett!” She popped him on his bare ass and shoved him forward.
Laughing, he stretched out on the bed, his naked backside making her mouth water. He folded his arms and rested his cheek against his folded hands.
Having Garrett at her disposal was too delicious an opportunity to pass up. He’d learned every inch of her body. He’d tasted her, teased her, threatened to do things to her that made her body heat to an uncomfortable level.
He’d shown her how to appreciate herself as a woman. In his arms, she could be anything, say anything, do anything.
It was addictive. And it was her turn.
The last few nights she’d lain awake, her body painfully aware of Garrett’s absence. It was insane, but just once, she wanted to wake up wrapped in his arms. If he happened to wake her in the middle of the night because he couldn’t wait another minute to take her, well, that would be okay too.
She eased over him, straddling his ass. His heat penetrated her skin and she resisted rubbing on him like a cat, instead pouring a small amount of oil into her hands and rubbing them together.
Starting at the base of his spine, she leaned in, using her body weight to add subtle pressure. Her hands warmed, a combination of the oil and the heat from their combined body temperatures.
Long, wide strokes spread the oil. She massaged her thumbs up either side of his spine, trailing across his shoulders and looping around once again, hugging his ribcage and trim waistline before returning to where she’d started. The man had an amazing body. Jessa could get lost tracing all its sleek lines and hard edges. She especially liked the way his muscles tapered the lower she went, ending in two of the most delicious dimples above his ass.
She ran her fingers across the line between pale and sun-kissed skin, thinking very soon she’d trace that line with her tongue.
Maybe next time she’d request flavored oil.
Using the heels of her palms in slow, circular strokes, Jessa worked her way up his back, eliciting moans of pleasure from Garrett. His muscles were hard, strong. Tight. She moved to work between his shoulder blades, pressing in with her thumbs, sweeping out and circling back to lengthen and relax.