Fitting analogy since he’s about to bind her.
Garrett stared at her as if trying to read her thoughts. Seemingly satisfied with what he saw, he nodded once and reached out, stripping the shirt over her head and letting it fall to the floor.
“Perfect,” he said, smiling his approval at her bare breasts. He turned her, bringing her wrists together at the base of her back and securing them with the belt. His fingers lingered, tracing up her arms, leaving tiny goose bumps in their wake. “God, your skin is so soft.” His mouth was against her ear. “And such a pretty blush. That better not be a self-conscious blush, Jessa.”
Already he knew her so well.
“If you could see how fucking gorgeous you are right now …” He nipped at her earlobe, teasing the ridge with his tongue. “Just you and me, Jessa. No shame. Only pleasure.”
No shame. She didn’t have the energy for shame when all she could think about was what he’d do next. The excitement of the unexpected, the thrill of sharing this experience with Garrett, left her light-headed.
He cupped her breasts, raising them, squeezing them together as his thumbs teased the sensitive peaks.
Jessa groaned as her head fell back against his chest. Arousal pumped through her veins, driving her crazy with need.
He settled a hand against her stomach, comforting and warm, as he pulled her tight against him. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her. Wanting to touch him, she wiggled her fingers through the coarse hair at his base. It was all she could manage with her bound wrists.
“Oh, no you don’t.” He shifted, keeping himself out of her reach. He teased the waistband of her shorts and she drew her stomach drew in, giving him room to slip inside. “Have you ever done anything like this before?”
Again, she shook her head. Her eyes drifted closed as he caressed her mound, avoiding where she needed him the most. Not only had she never done anything like this before, but Garrett was the only man who’d ever gotten her this worked up.
The rough pads of his fingertips stoked the fire that seemed to linger whenever he was close. He brushed the top of her slit, teasing, taunting her. Frustrated, she rolled her hips, trying to entice him lower.
His voice held a slight tremble, from excitement or nervousness, she didn’t know, didn’t care.
She needed him to touch her.
“Me neither. But something tells me I’m going to enjoy the hell out of this.” He pulled his hand from her shorts.
Damn it.
“There.” He raised his chin. “Bend over the end of the couch, Jessa. Legs apart.”
“Garrett.” His name escaped her lips with a puff of breath.
His hand slid back down her belly, back under the waistband of her shorts. He cupped her *, trailing a finger over the swollen lips. A sound, pure male and guttural, came from his throat. “My God, you’re so wet.” In one swift movement, he yanked her shorts down her legs. “Step out.”
Obeying as quickly as possible, she kicked her shorts away. Garrett turned her, pulling her close and crushing his lips to hers. Licking. Biting. Tasting. He kissed her like he owned her, cherished her.
Without her hands, Jessa had to rely on her lips, her tongue to show him what he did to her. She met him, thrust for thrust. His flavor infusing her mouth until she knew she’d never be free of it.
He broke away, chest heaving. Jessa allowed herself a small smile of satisfaction. At least she wasn’t the only one in pain here. The hot, insistent, length of him pressed into her stomach and she knew he wanted this as much as she did. She squirmed a little, delighting in the feel of his rough palms as they drifted up the back of her thighs, teased the crease of her ass and caressed over her cheeks.
His hand landed without warning, sharp and fast.