She moaned against his mouth, trying to press even closer to him. The hard wall of his chest had no give against her tender breasts, and her nipples hardened to sharp points.
He caressed from her lower back up along her rib cage to brush the back of his knuckles against those aching nipples.
She gasped, and he took the kiss even deeper, holding her easily in place with the hand at her nape. Unable to help herself, she rubbed against him, and shards of pleasure rippled through her.
With a low growl that rumbled from his chest and moved down through her entire body, he banded an arm around her waist and stood, carrying her out of the hot tub and across the deck, then kicking the door shut with one foot. His mouth continued to work hers, and he laid her on the bed, his movements gentle for such a massive male.
He made quick work of her suit, flinging the stretchy material somewhere over his shoulder. Grabbing a throw blanket off the edge of the bed, he wiped the water off her body, taking care of her. Keeping her warm.
Tears filled her eyes, and she reached for him.
His grin was wicked, giving her a small warning. Then he grabbed her ankles, tugged her to the edge of the bed, knelt, and tossed her legs over his shoulders. Then his mouth was on her.
Fast and hard, he went at her, driving her up so quickly she forgot to breathe. She broke with a sharp cry, her body shaking with the release. Even so, he didn’t stop. He nipped her thigh and then went at her again with his lips, his tongue, even his teeth. She thought anxiously of those sharp fangs, but surely he wouldn’t use those.
Then his mouth enclosed her clit, and she detonated again, crying out his name as the orgasm pummeled her with sharp waves.
He still didn’t stop.
“Garrett,” she moaned.
His only response was to press two fingers inside her and twist, hitting spots she had only imagined. His focus was absolute, and he seemed as lost as she was in the moment.
“I can’t,” she whispered.
He paused and looked up, his eyes nowhere near human. “You will.” His voice was guttural. Then he lowered his head and kissed her softly before nipping not as gently at her thigh.
Sparks flashed through her, and she shut her eyes, letting her body take over. Or letting Garrett take over her body. He pressed another finger inside her, and it hurt, but pleasure quickly followed. She gyrated against him, climbing again, her body going taut as she crested. Her legs shook so hard with this orgasm that he palmed one thigh to keep her in place.
Finally, she came down with a muffled sigh.
He paused and then stood, stripping off his still-wet shorts. Moonlight drifted in through the windows and door, so he cast a powerful shadow. Planting a hand on the bed, he wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her up until her head touched the pillows.
She reached for him, scraping her nails down his torso. Even after the three orgasms, or maybe it was four, she felt empty without him. She ached in a way that only he could fix, and she wanted him.
Now.
“Are you sure?” He leaned down and kissed her nose, cheeks, and then her lips.
“Yes.” She dug her fingers into his ribs and then slid her hands around his back and down to feel his butt. Even his butt was strong. There were muscles everywhere.
He lowered his body until his forehead touched hers and then positioned himself at her sex, carefully pressing inside her. “You’re beautiful, Destiny.”
Her breath caught. He was too big. There was no way.
He kissed her again, taking her mind away, and pushed farther inside her. “Trust me.”
She stretched to accommodate him, and mini-tremors set up inside her, stealing her fear. He was too much, but she wanted more. She wanted all of him. So she dug her nails into the top of his butt, urging him on.
He reached her barrier, his gaze intent on hers. “I’m sorry.” With one powerful shove, he kept going past the obstacle…and going. Pain sizzled through her, and she cried out, pulling her hands free to push against his chest. She had to stop him.
“You’re okay,” he whispered, finally fully embedded in her but not moving.
Vibrations of pain echoed through her body. “I think I’m not…” She felt as if he’d broken her in two. This wasn’t right.
His grin looked rueful. “You are.” Then his mouth took hers with heat and intent, driving fire down inside her to alight every inch.
She tentatively returned his kiss, and as her body began to relax, she became lost again. In his taste, in his touch, in being surrounded by him.
