She takes a bite of her sandwich, and I watch her lick mayonnaise off her thumb. It shouldn’t be sexy but, fuck, I can’t look away, making my cock stir. I’m getting turned on just watching her eat, every swipe of her tongue making it harder to remember why I should keep my hands to myself.
“Something on your mind?” she asks, catching me watching.
I look away, jaw tight. “Hard to think straight with you sitting that close.”
She laughs. “So, move.”
I don’t. Instead, I reach over, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and she leans into my touch like it’s natural.
“Why did you really bring me out here?” she asks, her voice soft, sweet.
I sigh, and honesty comes out before I can stopmyself. “Wanted you all to myself.” Her eyes widen at the confession.
She bites her lip, and I lose the last of my self-control. I lean in, kissing her, slow, savoring the way she melts against me. Her hands find my shoulders, tugging me closer, and suddenly I’m on fire.
She climbs into my lap, straddling me right there on the blanket, and I can barely breathe. Her mouth is everywhere—soft, urgent, tasting, teasing. My hands slide under her shirt, finding warm skin, letting my fingers trace her spine.
She gasps, grinding against me, and I groan, desperate.
“Jesus, Annie,” I rasp, pulling back just enough to see her face. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“Show me.”
Chapter 5
Annie
Garrett’s mouth is everywhere,hungry, rough. His calloused hands move over my skin…up my thighs, under my shirt, then they grip my hips, thumbs pressing into my flesh, guiding, as I grind my core against him. I can barely breathe. Every inch of me feels alive, desperate for more.
Shifting, he lays me back against the blanket, my head still spinning from every kiss. I tug at his shirt, and he breaks away long enough to yank it over his head. I see nothing but tan skin and muscle. He’s so beautiful…broad shoulders, sculpted chest, defined abs, I want to trace every inch with my tongue. I can’t help but stare greedily, drinking him in like I’ll never get another chance.
My hands are everywhere too, not caring that I’m wandering in uncharted territory.
I want this.
I want him.
He grins down at me with that sexy, cocky look in his eyes. “You sure you wanna keep going, city girl?”
I laugh, breathless, pulling him back on top of me.
His mouth finds my throat, sucking, biting…marking me. I love it. I arch into him, my fingers fisting in his hair. He grinds against me, and I gasp, the friction almost too much.
This is the part where I should be scared, panicking, second-guessing everything I am doing. But I don’t. I want him so bad my whole body aches. And yet, there’s this voice in the back of my mind…an old version of myself…whispering,you’ve never done this before. What if you mess it up? What if he hates it? What if he can tell how inexperienced you are?
His lips brush my ear, his beard rough against my skin. “Let me know if we need to slow down, Annie.”
I shake my head. “Don’t stop, Garrett. Please.”
We fumble with buttons, zippers, his hands, big and rough, but he’s gentle. He peels my shirt off, and I’m suddenly half-naked, chest heaving. He pauses, his eyes wandering over every inch, taking me in.
“Fuck,” he says. “You’re beautiful.”
I bite my lip, all of a sudden shy, instincts telling me to cover myself.
But I don’t.
“You are too.”
