She sucked him deep, her moan vibrating through him as he fought off his release.
Four fucking weeks he’d been without her. Had dreamed about this very thing, her mouth an inferno around him. He fisted his hands in her hair and pumped his hips in short, shallow strokes. She fought to take him deeper, but he held firm, wanting to prolong the pleasure.
Her nails dug into his thighs, scraping upward until she reached his sac. He tensed for a moment, waiting to see what her wicked hands would do next. A sound tore from his chest, pure animalistic need, as she trailed a nail across the sensitive tissue behind his balls.
“Ah, Christ. Jessa.”
She used his distraction to suck him to the back of her throat, working him until his legs shook with the effort not to come. Sweat ran down his face. It took everything he had to remain standing.
She freed him with a snarl that surprised him. “I can feel you holding back, Garrett. No more. It’s just you and me, remember? No more secrets, no more running. I want your taste in my mouth, Garrett. I want to drink every ounce of you.” She stroked him as she spoke. “Let me have it, Garrett.”
She pushed her mouth back on him and he couldn’t hold out. The need to give her what she wanted overrode all other thoughts in his head. He took control, holding her steady as he fucked her mouth. His spine tingled as she reached up to cup his testicles.
“Shit,” was the only thing he could say as the most violent orgasm he’d ever experienced slammed into him. He pumped his hips, his seed erupting into Jessa’s mouth. She lapped, swallowed and held on, milking him until he shuddered, his dick so sensitive, he didn’t think he’d survive the sensation of pulling out of her.
His legs shook with the aftermath, jerked when she released him. She’d never looked more beautiful as she licked her lips with a content, happy smile.
Mine.
He ran a hand over her hair. His emotions hit him hard, square in the chest. He stared down at the woman who’d changed his life. “I love you, Jessa.”
Chapter Twenty
Jessa wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly. He loved her?
Her first instinct was to blow it off. Blame his words on the orgasm she’d given him. People say things they don’t mean in the throes of passion, right?
No. Not her Garrett. And she’d never doubt him again.
He pulled her across his lap as he collapsed on the edge of the bed. And he did collapse, as if his legs had no strength left. She felt a gust of female satisfaction that she’d done that.
This big, gorgeous, wonderful man loved her. She kissed his chest, directly over his pounding heart. She kissed his collarbone, trailing her lips over the contours of his shoulder. Her fingers traced the hard lines of his bicep, as her mouth worked up his neck. She nipped his earlobe, felt his breath hitch as she trailed her tongue over the sting.
“I love you, Garrett,” she whispered into his ear.
After a declaration like that, Jessa expected him to devour, take control of her passion as he had before.
Not this time.
He captured her mouth. He lingered, his tongue savoring her as if he had all the time in the world. Exploring her mouth.
Breathing new life into her.
His was a slow, steady seduction of her senses. He laid her out on the bed, crawling over her like a predator about to take his prey. “You’re mine, Jessa.”
He teased her breasts with his fingertips, feathering over her skin.
“Yes, Garrett. Yours,” she breathed, “all yours.”
She wiggled, trying to encourage him to touch her nipples. Dying for him to touch her. Arousal unlike any she’d ever felt surged through her, made her ready to beg.
He moved slowly, leaving her breasts to trail down her stomach, over her sides. He touched every inch of her, using only his fingertips, dusting over her skin until even the slightest whisper made her lose her mind.