As if he knew she accepted his silent challenge, his lips moved into a slow small smile just before two of his fingers made tiny gentle circles over her clit. Staring into his eyes as he brought her body to the edge of orgasm had to be the most erotic experience she’d ever had. Her own stubbornness helped, her whole body tingling with heat and need.
A slight shift in his eyes was the only warning she had before his finger moved swiftly between her folds and sunk deep inside her sheath. The feelings sent her to her toes and she caught her breath, but kept her gaze pinned to his.
He raised his eyebrows slightly as if he took her stubbornness as a challenge. Just the thought had her squeezing his fingers inside her. He lost his smile at her movement and a short surge of triumph whistled through her before his thumb found her clit and lazily played with it.
Though she kept her eyes on his, her body continued to tighten as the exquisite shards of pleasure spiked through her until her body betrayed her. Her orgasm swept through like a dust storm. She had no use for traitors, but as her eyes closed, she gloried in the uplift of satisfaction in his expression that both pleased and overwhelmed her.
When she opened her eyes, she found her hands holding tightly to Garrett’s shoulders, her rock among the chaos of feeling. He didn’t smile, but the knowing in his eyes had her imp coming out of hiding.
Without thought, she moved her hand to his belt buckle.
He grabbed her wrist. “Don’t. You’ll rip open your scabs.”
She blinked, having completely forgotten about her hands and the damage she’d done them. “Then you do it.”
He didn’t shake his head, but she could read the denial in his body language. When had she begun to know him so well? “If you don’t, I will. My fingers be damned. I want to feel you inside me. Make me feel you.”
His nostrils flared. He gazed at her as if to determine if she really meant it.
She did.
Finally, he unbuttoned his jeans.
She pushed her own jeans off her hips, but didn’t get far before his cock rubbed against her mons. She snapped her head up.
His eyes were focused on her own, and despite the limitations of her jeans, she bent her legs, and he pushed his cock between her folds to her entrance. There was no smile on his face now, just steady concentration. Was he going slow on her account?
She stared into his eyes. “Now.”
Despite her command, he slowly slid inside her until he was fully sheathed.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the rock, the feeling of him inside her filled every need she had and some she didn’t know she had.
His hands bracing against the rock on either side of her had her opening her eyes again. He leaned his forehead against hers as he slowly pulled back his hips. “Only for you.”
She wasn’t sure if it was his words or his body as he thrust into her, but every part of her melted as he started the buildup that would satisfy them both this time.
As a lover, he was everything he promised to be, bringing her with him, holding his own release until she began and then prolonging her pleasure as he joined her. When they both were done, she had her head on his shoulder as he held her against him, their bodies still one.
He lowered his head to speak in her ear. “Do you feel alive now?”
She grinned and nodded against his shoulder.
A soft chuckle vibrated in his chest. “Me too.”
She should probably move away and pull herself together, but really, what was the rush?
Garrett’s stomach rumbled.
Ah, and there was the rush. She lifted her head. “Do you want another mint?”
“No, it will go away. But we need to turn off your phone light or we won’t have it when we need it.”
She pushed back from him, though he kept them anchored at the hip. “Shit. We need to do that now.” She looked over his shoulder to see her phone sitting on its side, facing the other wall. In front of it was Copper, watching her.
It was an odd sensation. “I’m not sure Copper approved of us having sex when we should be working.”
Garrett shrugged. “Good thing he’s not our captain then.” His smile was wide, but as he separated them, irritation flashed through her. Why did survival always have to get in the way of actually living?
