“I really do hate you,” Kristen found herself muttering against the comforter when the large bastard placed her on the bed only to immediately manhandle her and roll her onto her stomach.
“I bet I can change your mind,” Garrett said as she felt him join her on the bed seconds before she caught the scent of lemongrass and mint filling the air.
“You know what? I’m killing Tristan off the first chance I get,” Kristen bit out as she willed her trembling arms to cooperate and moved to push herself up only to immediately forgive him for everything he ever did to her with the first caress of his fingertips across her skin.
CHAPTER 27
“What were you saying about Tristan?” Garrett asked, pausing mid-rub to dip his fingertips in the ointment that his brother, Aidan, came up with to help the men in his family through nights like this.
“That he’s my favorite character,” Kristen said, nodding solemnly against the comforter only to end up releasing a moan as her hands fisted in the comforter while he worked the muscles in her calves.
“I bet he is,” Garrett murmured, taking his time moving his hands over her calves and slowly made his way up to the back of her knees and-
“Oh, God...”
-began working the muscles in her thighs, the move causing his fingertips to slide beneath the hem of the large tee-shirt that ended just above her knees. He paused to dip his fingertips in the small tin of ointment and rubbed them together as a thought occurred to him.
One that had him swallowing hard as he knelt there, taking in the soft curve of her ass through his old tee-shirt and nearly fucking groaned. For a moment, he debated grabbing a pair of his boxers for her only to decide against it since he would stillhave to slide his hands beneath the material anyway. That left a towel, but since it wouldn’t cover her any more than a shirt would, he rubbed the ointment between his hands before he reached back down and slid his hands beneath the hem of her shirt and-
“Oh, God, that feels so good,” the small woman, who had no idea what she was doing to him, said, groaning into the comforter as he took his time working her muscles loose.
“Do you want me to rub your back?” Garrett asked as he slowly moved his hands up the back of her thighs, massaging her thighs as he went until his fingertips brushed against the soft curve of her ass.
“Do you want to live?” she countered, making his lips twitch.
“Then, I’m going to need you to take off your shirt,” he said, only to add, “I’ll lay the shirt across your hips so that I won’t see anything,” when she went still.
“Close your eyes,” Kristen said after a slight hesitation.
“Closing them,” Garrett said, closing his eyes as he listened to the small grunts, groans, and muttered curses while she pulled her shirt off.
“Here,” Kristen said as he felt the bunched-up material shoved into his hand. Keeping his eyes closed, he shook out the shirt and carefully laid it over her before he opened his eyes and adjusted the large tee-shirt, folding it in half so that it only covered her bottom.
“You may continue,” she said, gesturing regally with her hand for him to get on with it before she folded her arms beneath her head and released a soft sigh.
He dipped his fingertips in the small tin again before he rubbed his hands together and-
“Oh, God...”
-tore another moan from her lips as he took his time massaging her back. He started at the small of her back andslowly worked the muscles loose before he slid his hands up her back, the move forcing him to straddle her thighs.
He moved his hands over her shoulders, down her arms and back again. He-
“So, what’s the plan?” Kristen asked on a soft groan as he worked the muscles running down her spine loose with his thumbs.
“And what plan is that?” Garrett asked, unable to believe just how soft her skin was.
“The one you have to make me fall in love with you,” she said, releasing a soft sigh that had his gaze flickering to her face to find her eyes closed.
“Who says I have a plan?” he asked, watching her lips twitch.
“You always have a plan,” Kristen pointed out as he focused his attention back on what he was doing, watching as his hands moved over her skin.
“Do I?” he drawled, moving his hands over her lower back.
“You never do anything without a plan,” she pointed out as he reached for the small tin.
“Is that a problem?” Garrett asked as he sent her a questioning look.
