“Garrett.” I move against him, seeking more.
“Not yet.” He takes my mouth in a hard kiss. “But I will take care of you.”
Flipping onto his back, he hurls me on top of him. Hands tight on my waist, he drags me up his body.
“Garrett…” My breath catches as he deposits me above his face, my knees bookending his head. “Oh…I’ve never…Are you sure?”
It’s not like he didn’t feast on me last night, but sitting on his face seems more intimate than him just going down on me. Chase went down on me a few times, but that was about getting me ready for him. With Garrett, his every action is about my pleasure.
“Grab the headboard, Jensen.” His low growl sends heat zinging through me.
“Sooobossy.” Giggling, I comply.
Hands curled around the smooth wood, my head falls back with his first teasing lick. The heat pooling low in my bellysimmers to a boil. Each lick savors me like a tasty treat, drinking up my pleasure with his own.
With a throaty growl, he tugs me down fully on top of his face. His playful flicks morph into hard, languid sucks of my clit. It’s primal and unbridled the way I writhe against him and how he gulps me up. He consumes me as if I’m the air he breathes. Delicious pressure spools tighter, causing my body to tremble for release.
“Fuck!” I shudder.
Legs like jelly, I lean against the headboard, trying to hold myself up. I don’t last long before he scoops me into his arms. Chest heaving, I snuggle against him, trying to catch my breath as I circle back to reality.
“That…escalated…quickly.” Panting, I press my sated smile to his.
“I’ve been waiting a long time to do that.”
“What other things have you been waiting to do?” I nibble on my lower lip, my brain spinning with the many, many things I want to do with this man. Some likely illegal in several states.
He traces my smile. “I’d like to take you out on a date.”
A date?I turn into a gooey mess at that. He could say anything, and I’d agree. But a date? After everything that’s transpired since last night, you’d think I know this. Somehow, the idea of him taking me out didn’t register until now.
“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?”
“Yes.” He brushes his thumb over my lips. “I am sorry my actions cause you to doubt this.”
Sitting up, I heave a breath. “I don’t doubt this. I don’t doubt you.” I motion at him. “I’m not used to this. To the man I care for not just wanting me, but caring about me.”
It so cliché and a little sad, but it’s my truth. The combination of hurt from past relationships—both romantic and platonic—has left me just as guarded as Garrett. He pushes people away,while I reach for those who reinforce the idea that I’m not wanted. That I’m not loveable. But I am loveable…and wanted. At least, I’m starting to believe that, and not just because of this man, but the last few months of therapy combined with marathon training is strangely helping me heal.
“Like I said last night, I have issues. I’m working on them with Dr. Nor, and I may question things or need some reassurance from time to time as I’m getting stronger, but know that I don’t doubt you or us. The way I feel this morning tells me that.” I cradle his cheek.
“And how’s that?” he murmurs.
“That I am exactly where I’m supposed to be,” I say, meeting his stare.
The confession is brazen. I’m laying my truths in front of him. In the past, I wouldn’t have said anything. For the entirety of my situationships with Chase and Miles, I never confessed my feelings—not until it was too late. For the first time in my life, bravery courses within me to do things. I’m pushing past the boundaries that I’ve kept in place for so long.
“Me too, pretty girl.” He leans over, pressing a gentle kiss.
“So, when do you want to take me on this date?” My grin is large. “Also, what will we be doing because I need to plan my outfit. I have these red heels I haven’t had a chance to wear yet.”
“I do like the idea of you in red heels.” He settles me back against him, folding me tight within his warm embrace.
“I thought you didn’t like my heels,” I tease.
“I worry about you spraining an ankle in some of them, but I do like the idea of you wearing them duringcertainactivities.”
“Why Dr. Marlowe, do you want to fuck me in my new red heels?” I mock-gasp.
