“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
Chapter 29
Garrett
Rory is mine again, and the feel of her in my arms, the way she should be, is dizzying. No holding back, no denying where this intensity between us comes from.
Holding her tight against me, I roll us off the sofa and stretch her out on the floor. I’m obsessed with the way she stares up at me, soft wonder in her eyes.
“Kiss me,” she whispers, and it’s so soft and vulnerable and strong at the same time.
How did I ever let this woman go?
I couldn’t keep my eyes off her all night. I kept staring at her mouth, her throat. Wanting to be the wine that she sipped and the happy gasp of air she’d pull in after a good laugh.
Now her mouth is mine, and I don’t waste a second. I plunge into her, tasting her need. I swallow her moans until we’re both out of breath, and then I cover her mouth with my hand as I kiss the rest of her.
Her neck.
The ridge of her ear, the soft biteable lobe.
Her breasts, as soon as I get her shirt rucked up. Her belly, her soft, quivering perfect softness.
I peel her long johns off and kiss lower still, my hand still covering her lips, feeling her pant against my fingers as I stretch my body taut, hitching her thighs over my shoulders.
There’s no limit to how much I want her.
Her legs fall open as I nose my way closer and closer to the centre of her. She’s so fucking pretty like this, all flushed and swollen and ripe for my tongue.
“I love you,” I whisper right against her pussy, and she laughs against my hand, then tugs at my wrist.
“I’ll be quiet,” she promises.
Fuck it. I don’t care if anyone hears us. After they all had a look at the dildo, they know what I’m about. They won’t come downstairs.
I have eight long months to make up for.
This is how I should have been kissing her good night all fucking year.
Her breathing ticks up as I lick around her clit, her thighs flexing on either side of my head. I slide my fingers through her folds, needing to be inside her already.
And she needs that, too. “Please, Garrett.”
“Yeah?” I tease her entrance.
“More.”
I nip her inner thigh. “More? Greedy girl, you haven’t even taken my fingers yet.”
She rocks her hips, catching the tip of my two fingers, pulling me into her.
I groan-laugh. “That wasn’t a challenge, you minx.”
“Can’t help it, I need you.”
The breathy confession makes my cock flex against the floor, and the agonizing pleasure only intensifies as shesqueezes down on my hand, surrounding my fingers with her tight, hot slickness.
“More,” she begs.
