“I’ve dreamed of tasting you again.”
She parted her lips. “So, do it. Taste me, Garrett.” Her body craved to push him, to shatter his control. To stake its claim on him, mark him as hers.
He arched a brow, his fingers teasing, pressure deepening as he eased around to cup her neck, massaging the tension away.
She groaned and rolled her head as her muscles loosened, relaxed under his touch. Jessa lifted her chin, offering him her lips, her neck, any part of her he wanted.
Garrett’s hand slid up, his fingers winding around her ponytail. She gasped, tiny sparks erupting across her scalp as he jerked her head back. Crystal blue fire burned in his eyes.
“I swear on all that’s holy, Jessa. If you ever do anything like that to me again, I’ll paddle your ass so hard, you won’t sit for a week.”
*
His control snapped.
Jessa relaxed against him, her body melting into his. Nothing in the world could’ve kept him from pressing his lips to hers. From forcing her mouth open, shoving his tongue inside and taking what he’d been dying for.
Like throwing gasoline on a fire, hunger exploded inside him, stealing his ability to breathe, to think about anything except getting inside her. Possessing her.
The power of it shook him.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and hoisted her up. He feasted on her lips, taking what she’d offered and demanding more.
Four fucking weeks.
He hadn’t intended to ravish her. Not until he’d gotten some things off his chest. But the second she’d sighed his name, as if the word itself was pure pleasure in her mouth, his will to talk vanished, replaced by a driving force he couldn’t contain. A need that had been burning him, eating at him, since the moment she’d walked out.
His chest heaved as he tore his mouth from hers. “We aren’t done talking.”
“Can’t we be done for an hour or so?”
His shaft fought to bust the seams of his pants. “Eager, are we?” Why yes, yes he was.
She lowered her gaze to the floor. “I’m sorry, Garrett. For so many things.”
The pain in her voice killed him. It was a tone he never wanted to hear again. He cupped her head and pulled her in, holding her close. Willing her to feel the emotions raging within him.
She shuddered with a sob. “I thought I’d lost you.”
“Hey, hey. Shhh. It’s okay, baby. Don’t cry.” He rubbed her back, his cheek resting against the top of her head. Any anger he’d felt evaporated the second he’d seen her. She looked gorgeous in her tiny running shorts and sports top, both leaving more skin exposed than covered. But, her eyes were drawn, dark circles shadowed her face as if she’d not slept since he’d last seen her. And she was thinner. The soft contours of her body sculpted into harder lines. He glared at the treadmill, wondering how many hours she’d spent on the damn thing. Running. From him.
She wasn’t running now. And even if she did, he’d go after her. He’d let her walk away from him once. Wouldn’t happen again.
“You haven’t lost me, princess. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. Unless it’s to find a more appropriate place to get you naked.”
She laughed and wiped her eyes. “That works for me.” She threw her arms around his neck and hopped, wrapping her legs around him.
Garrett bit the inside of his mouth as the heat from her core bounced against him. His fingers dug into her ass as she shamelessly rocked her hips.
If he didn’t find a bed in the next thirty seconds, he’d take her right here on the floor.
Jessa nuzzled his neck as he moved them to the hallway and hesitated. The house she shared with her father wasn’t as large as he’d expected, but it was still huge.
“Which way?”
She looked confused, her eyes darting left, then right.
He slipped his fingers under the seams of her shorts and groaned at the hot, velvety softness that greeted him. “You don’t know where your room is?”