“I’ve been wanting to get my hands on your naked ass all night.”
She lifted up, resting her hands on his chest. “We should get into bed so I can touch you.”
He shook his head. “It’s too far into the bedroom. Touch me here.”
“Get undressed.”
He half rose, and within a couple of seconds, his shirt was off, exposing his well-sculpted abs. She splayed her hands across them then leaned over him to press a kiss to his nipples.
He gave her a look. “That’s not where I want your mouth, Alicia.”
“Really.” She kissed his neck. “Here?”
“A little lower.”
She slid her tongue down to his rib cage and moved along his stomach. “How about here?”
“You’re getting a little closer. Keep going.”
When she laid her hand on his cock, he tensed. “Yeah. There. With your mouth.”
She loved that he had no problem telling her what he wanted. And how he wanted it. She popped the button on his pants and slowly drew the zipper down. He kicked off his shoes, and she lifted off him momentarily so he could shove his pants off, freeing his cock for her to grasp in her hands.
He was naked now, and she gloried in just looking at him. She always loved seeing him naked, being able to run her hands over his magnificent body, which she did now, snaking her hands up his abs and over his chest.
“Now you.”
She pulled her sundress over her head, leaving her in her underwear, which she took care of by standing and straddling him. She popped the clasp on her bra, removed it, and cast it aside, then shimmied her panties down her thighs.
Garrett grasped her ankles while she stepped out of her panties and threw them in the pile.
She stood, straddling him and looking down at him. He smiled up at her and took a deep breath. She knew what he was looking at. She’d never been shy about her body, but oh, the way he was looking at her made her blush from her toes to the tips of her hair.
“Now, there’s a beautiful sight. Come sit on me.”
She squatted down and sat on his thighs, grasping his cock with both hands. “Actually, this is a beautiful sight. I love touching you, Garrett. All over.”
He laughed. “I like your hands on me.” He thrust his shaft upward. “When you touch me, it makes my cock throb.”
She twisted her hands around, watching his face go dark. When she leaned forward, her hair spilled around him. He fisted it in his hand, forcing her gaze to his.
“Suck me, Alicia.”
Her * clenched at his command, exciting her, dampening her as she moved her lips to his cockhead. She licked her lips, then put her mouth on him, her tongue swirling around the wide head.
“Christ,” he said, surging forward to propel his shaft into her waiting mouth.
She took control then, closing her fist around the base of his shaft and sucking him deeply into her throat. His loud groans told her he enjoyed what she did. She wanted him to come hard, like he’d made her come in the car, so she pressed the roof of her mouth tight against her tongue, sucking as she brought his shaft deeper, cupping his balls, and giving them a squeeze.
“That’s going to make me shoot my come in your mouth, babe,” he said, pumping into her mouth with hard, rapid thrusts.
She held tight to him, squeezing him until he let out a harsh groan and came, spilling onto her tongue. She swallowed and held him while he shuddered and called her name. He held tight to her until he dropped to the floor and relaxed his body. She pressed a soft kiss to his shaft then climbed up his body to lay next to him while he recovered.
“Jesus Christ, I can’t even breathe.” His voice was hoarse.
She smiled and swept her hand over his chest, smoothing away the fine sheen of sweat that had gathered there. “I’ll go get us some water.”
“I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”
She got them each a glass of ice water. He had the covers turned down and the fan on, the door to the deck partially open to let the night breeze in. Garrett was on the bed waiting for her, so she handed him the glass, which he downed in about four quick swallows. She climbed onto the bed next to him and cuddled beside him.
“I’m not sure I have the strength to make love to you,” he said.
She grinned. “It’s not necessary. Besides, I think you already did.”
He laid the empty glass on the table and turned to her. “Bullshit. That was foreplay.”
Before she could even blink, he had shifted her under him, his body hot and hard and covering hers. He framed her face in his hands. “I want as much of you as I can get, Alicia.”
There was something he wasn’t saying. Like he wanted her while it was just the two of them, before they headed back to St. Louis, before the season started, before real life intruded and they were torn apart?