“It’s one of my favorite things about you,” Kristen said with a warm smile that had him swallowing hard.
“Is it, now?” Garrett asked as he dipped his fingertips in the thick ointment before he rubbed it between his palms, warming the soft ointment that felt like silk before he placed his hands back on Kristen and tore another soft moan from her.
“Mmmhmmm,” Kristen murmured, nodding as he moved his hands over her, once again starting at the small of her back before he moved his hands to her sides.
“If I did have a plan,” he began only to have her cut him off.
“You do,” she said, making him chuckle.
“Then, it’s safe to say that I did my research,” Garrett said, working his hands along her ribs, the move causing his fingertips to brush along the sides of her breasts.
“Meaning?”
“That I know everything that I need to know to make you fall in love with me,” Garrett said, running his hands back down her sides, over the small of her back, and between her shoulders.
“I see,” Kristen murmured, sounding thoughtful. “And how did you come across this plethora of knowledge?”
“Your books,” Garrett said, working his hands over her shoulders.
“My books?” she asked, lips twitching as he continued running his hands over her.
“Mmmhmm,” Garrett murmured as he leaned down and pressed his lips against the back of her neck, unable to help himself.
“And what exactly did you learn from reading my books?” she asked on a soft sigh as he kissed the side of her neck.
“Everything that I need to make you fall in love with me,” Garrett whispered in her ear.
“What else did you learn?” Kristen asked as he watched her hands fist around the comforter.
“Everything that you like, hate, and love and all those things that you crave,” Garrett said, kissing the back of her neck again as he thought about all of those things that he’d learned from reading her books.
In every book, there was something different, something that she wrote just for that character, but there were small details that were in every book, hints of what she liked, hated, and of all those things that she wanted but didn’t know how to put into words.
“And you learned all that from reading my books?” Kristen asked as he pressed his lips against the back of her neck.
“Yes,” Garrett said, forcing himself to sit up and-
“Show me.”
CHAPTER 28
“Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“You tell me,” Kristen said, curious to see what he’d learned from reading her books, other than the same old stuff that every romance author put in her books to make readers fall in love.
The build-up to the first kiss, the interruption, and then finally, the characters make love, all while the leading male takes charge so that the readers could imagine themselves in the leading lady’s place with small touches, lingering glances, and almost kisses to help build reader anticipation. She’d used what little experience that she’d had with men, what she’d read in other romance novels, and a few things that she came up with over the years to create her sex scenes. She didn’t think that there was anything particularly special in her books that would make her fall in love.
If she was writing this scene, she would have him press another kiss against the back of her neck, perhaps a kiss or two along her spine, a few barely-there caresses of his fingertips along her skin as he did it. That would be followed by having her roll over onto her back, a few whispered words about how beautiful she was, a tender kiss, a look of appreciation as heran his eyes over her while her heroine lay there, trembling with anticipation, wondering what he would do next even as she struggled not to beg him to touch her again.
And when he did touch her again...
Her heroine would release soft little gasps and moans, whispering his name while he kissed a path from her throat to her navel before taking his time licking and kissing her breasts, teasing her nipples while his hand moved between her legs. The hero of her story would start off with teasing touches, careful not to frighten the timid heroine, and when he felt her body relax, he would slip his fingertips between her lips and tease her, alternating between teasing her clit and making her crave something more, until finally, her heroine couldn’t take it anymore and the hero of her story would move between her legs as he took her mouth.
He’d kiss her as he reached down and cupped the back of her knee, using the hold to pull her leg up so that he could settle more comfortably between the heroine’s legs, the move causing the large, hard cock between his legs to settle against her. Her hero would tease her, sliding his cock between her legs until her heroine couldn’t take it anymore and whispered his name.
That’s all he would need to know that she was ready.
With one last kiss, the hero of her story would pull away just far enough so that he could look in her eyes as he flexed his hips back, dragging the tip of his cock down her slit until it was where it needed to be. He’d watch her as he pushed the thick tip inside the heroine, watched her lick her lips, listened to her gasp, moan and whisper his name as she reached up and cupped his face in her hands.
