This slow, intimate lovemaking tore her apart. She wanted fun and sexy and raunchy, not this tenderness, this ease with which he slipped through her defenses and made her want to scream his name and burst into tears.
He leaned down to lick her nipples, taking long, slow sips while moving with deliberate intent inside her, shredding her with every thrust, taking her closer and closer to the climax she knew was going to be monumental.
“Garrett.”
His name fell as a whisper from her lips. He kissed along the column of her throat, eliciting goose bumps along the way to her mouth. He kissed her again, still holding her hand, and when he rolled against her, levering his hips so she’d get the right amount of friction, she tightened.
“That’s it,” he said, the desperation in his voice inflaming her need. “Let go, Alicia.”
She panted, raised her hips, and matched his movements, daring him to fuck her harder, to make this less personal. But still, he ground against her, giving her bone melting sensations that were meant to make her explode.
She held back, until he brushed his lips across hers and she met his gaze again.
“Trust me,” he said. “You aren’t in this alone.”
He knew. He felt it, too.
She let go.
He watched her come, and she let him. She knew she gave him so much in this orgasm, revealed so much, but she wasn’t able to stop herself from letting Garrett have this level of intimacy. And when he began to thrust hard, plunging in and out of her in rapid succession, he gave her everything in return, meeting her gaze with fierce abandon as he rolled through his own climax. She gripped his hand and held tight to him as he shuddered. She had never felt so connected to anyone before.
He finally collapsed and buried his face in her neck, but even then he continued to kiss her throat, and never once let go of her hand.
As she came down, one thought continued to spin through her head.
What just happened?
She was wasted, thoroughly spent, and surprised as hell that it had been so emotionally intimate.
Sex was always physical and fun, but she had an emotional connection to Garrett that shocked her. And when he rolled over, he pulled her against him. She felt the strong beat of his heart.
He hadn’t yet said anything, and she wasn’t about to. Not about this.
She was also lying on his injured shoulder.
She lifted her head then pushed away to sit up. “Am I hurting you?”
“My shoulder’s fine, Alicia.” He grabbed her and drew her close. “Lay your head on me and stop fussing over me.”
She was being overly concerned, she knew. She knew his capabilities and his limitations. Lying on his shoulder wouldn’t hurt him. Maybe she was searching for distance, especially after that—she had no idea what the hell had just happened between them. Certainly whatever it was had been something she’d imagined. It had been awesome sex, that much was certain. But it hadn’t been epic or anything.
Except that it had been epic. And monumental.
And that’s all it had been. Just really great sex. He hadn’t rocked her world or anything.
Other than like an earthquake.
This was ridiculous. She needed to get her mind off sex with Garrett and back to reality, which meant the first thing she had to do was get out of bed. Cuddling up naked next to him let her mind wander into dangerous places, like imagining him as some kind of sex god. Which he certainly wasn’t. He was just an average—okay, make that above average—lover.
She sat up and slid to the edge of the bed.
“Where are you going?”
She could barely meet his gaze, but she was no coward. Might as well face the situation, so she looked over at him, trying to keep her expression light and easy. “Back to my room.”
He arched a brow. “Why?”
“To sleep.”
Now he grinned. “Do I smell?”
She laughed. “No.”
“Was the sex bad?”
“Oh, God, no. It was really . . . wow, it was amazing sex, Garrett.”
Now he smiled, stood, and came over to her side of the bed. He pushed her back on the bed then climbed in after her. “I thought it was pretty fucking good, too.”
He pulled the covers over both of them, then tucked her in against his side.
Alicia stared out at the moonlight and took a deep breath.
“But I really should sleep in my own bed, Garrett.”
“Why?”
She opened her mouth then closed it.
Hell if she could come up with a good enough answer for him.
“I give up. I don’t have any idea.”
“Good.” He tugged her against him. “Because if you sleep with me, I can do this.” He rocked against her, his cock hardening again. A rush of desire flooded her body, her nipples tightened and her * quaked. When he cupped her breast and slid his cock between her legs, she arched back to rub her butt against him.
“Now that’s going to give me ideas.”
She laughed. “You already had ideas.”
“True.” He rubbed his thumb over her nipple, making her gasp as pleasure bloomed.