“Then we’ll figure the rest out together.” I trail my other hand up to his cheek, cradling it. “I have issues, too. We just need to talk about this with each other. To do what we do on the track—communicate, support, and guide one another.”
He captures my lips in a slow kiss. This one tender and grateful. It doesn’t bruise like the first but the message is still intense. It’s reminiscent of blooms opening to the sun, the petals outstretched in greeting. He’s not hiding. He’s not running. He’s here with me.
“Garrett,” I breathe between our deepening kisses. “My bed is just over there.”
He lifts me into his arms, my legs wrapping around him. “Just kissing.”
“But… Why?” I wrinkle my nose.
“Because I want to do this right. You deserve to have our first time be special, not a frenzied fuck after an emotional talk.” Earnestness is audible in his low murmur.
The tingle low in my belly signs off on the idea of a frenzied fuck with this man. Though, I’d imagine my body is game for just about anything with him. His thoughtfulness thrums desire through me. At every turn, this man thinks about my needs first. Even some I’ve not yet thought of.
“I don’t want special.” I nuzzle my nose against his. “I just want you.”
He huffs a laugh. “Thanks.”
“That didn’t come out right,” I laughingly whine. “You know what I mean.”
“I do.” He carries me to the bed, placing me down. Kicking off his shoes, he crawls in and settles between my legs. “Still, I want special for you.” He caresses my cheeks.
“Fine.” I mock pout. “Please place my glasses on the bedstand. If we’re going to just kiss, I want nothing in the way.”
Chuckling, he takes my glasses and places them on the bedside table. Like two teenagers, we kiss between laughter. This may be my favorite thing about Garrett. We can move seamlessly from emotional conversations to just having fun. The comfort that ensconces me in his presence is addictive.
Our sweet kisses turn hungry. His strong hands slide up my thighs, gripping and squeezing the flesh. I move against him. A pleasure-filled hiss falls out of me with the rasp of his growing erection against my center. The barrier of denim and my cotton sleep shorts tease and fan the fire crackling within me.
“Just kissing…” he murmurs as I drag his T-shirt over his head.
“Yep.” I run my hands over his pecs, tweaking his nipples.
“Jensen.” He utters my name like a warning.
I bat my eyes. “Sorry. Just kissing.” I move my mouth to him, kissing his chest. His fingers bite into my thighs as I playfully nip his nipples.
He raises up, sitting on his heels and dragging me onto his lap. “Someone likes to test boundaries.”
“You know what to say if I push too much.” I trail my finger up his chest.
“I do,” he rasps.
“Good.”
With a sultry expression, I pull my hoodie and then my tank top over my head. Tossing them to the end of the bed, I brush my hair behind my ears, allowing him to see me in the candle’s incandescence.
“Look at you…” He runs his fingers through my loose tendrils. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
“You’re biased.” I bite back my grin. “You’re my…”
Oh god, was I about to call him boyfriend? Wait, is he my boyfriend?
“I’m yours.” He caresses my face. “And that doesn’t make what I say less true. This heart-shaped mouth. Those bright hazel eyes. These fucking dimples.” He leans in, pressing a kiss to each cheek. “Your rosy complexion.” He trails his mouth down. “These tits…”
“Tits?” I giggle. “Guess it is all about boobs with some men.” My laughter morphs into a needy moan as he sucks a taut peak into his mouth.
Molten lava flows through my bloodstream. I’ve never felt so sexy or desired. It’s indulgent the way he feasts on me as if I’m expensive champagne that he plans to savor every drop of.
“Oh god!” My head tips back with his delicious bite into the hard bud, followed by soothing kisses.
