Jessa peered over her shoulder. Garrett was fixated on where they were joined, his eyes wide, dark with unspent lust, his jaw clenched tight.
“What’s wrong?”
“Fuck,” he said again, shuddering as his gaze met hers. “I must have gotten oil on my … fuck.” The syllable dragged out as his eyes rolled and drifted closed, his head falling back on his shoulders.
“God, that feels … you feel incredible. So hot, so tight.” Cursing, he grabbed her binding and jerked her back. “Since you can’t hold on, I’ll do it for you, because I’m about to fuck the shit out of you.”
“About damn time.” She squeezed her inner muscles, fighting to keep him inside as he eased away.
“Remember you said that,” he warned. Slamming back into her, he set a heady pace.
Time and space no longer had meaning. Only masculine grunts, feminine mewls. Garrett drilling inside her, filling her, surrounding her. The sweet scent of sweat, the sounds of slick sex filled the room as, together, they chased the sun.
Her skin, damp with perspiration, tingled with the telltale sign of impending orgasm. Her spine curled, raising her ass higher. She moaned as Garrett filled her, deep to her sensitive core.
“Come, Jessa. I want to feel you explode around me.” Garrett’s firm demand, coupled with his furious pace, sent her over the edge.
Stars exploded behind her eyes, bells rang her ears. Her muscles drew tight as her body released in a rush. The room spun as wave after wave crashed through her, leaving her shattered with its intensity.
Behind her, Garrett shouted his release, his hips continuing to pump until they were both spent.
Jessa’s head sagged forward, her breath sawing in and out. “Never … done that … before, huh?”
Her hands were released. Weak, exhausted, Jessa dropped forward, letting her cheek rest against the couch cushions, her arms spread out above her head.
“Nope.” He fell over her, his weight crushing what little air she’d managed to get back in her lungs.
“Home run,” she sighed.
He snorted. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Good, then we’re even.”
A chill met her back as he raised up, easing her upright and turning her to face him. His palm touched her cheek in a sweet caress. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I mean, I know I —”
“Garrett, stop.” She placed a finger to his lips. “You didn’t hurt me.” The sting of his hand had been replaced with a much nicer sensation. Tingling warmth that told her she’d be sore tomorrow. She grinned at him. “At least, not in a bad way.”
“Come on, princess. Let’s get you cleaned up so we can eat.”
He took her hand and led her toward the bathroom.
“Worked up an appetite, have you?” she teased.
He grinned over his shoulder. “I hope you ordered a lot of food, because I’ve only begun to work on my appetite, baby.”
She raised a brow and glanced down, admiring his fantastic ass. “Are you planning to stay awhile?”
“I plan to stay longer than that, princess. I’m off tomorrow, so there’s no need to rush.” He released her long enough to start the shower, then pulled her inside with him.
As if they’d never touched before, they washed each other with slow precision. Learning every line and crease, memorizing every sound with every caress.
“So.” Jessa circled his nipple with her fingertip, delighting in his husky growl. “What are you going to do tomorrow?”
Garrett took her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing each finger before placing a final kiss to her palm. “Anything that includes you. Maybe we can get out, have some fun?”
“What’ve you got in mind?”
“Leave it to me. You trust me, right?” He kissed the tip of her nose.
She laughed. “I think that goes without saying at this point.” She hesitated, wanting to ask him to stay, but not sure how. She wanted to know what it felt like to have him next to her, to wake up in his arms.
“Garrett, um …”