Page 64 of Dandelions and Smoke

Swallowing hard, I wait for him to respond.

“You got me a lawyer?” He draws out the words slowly as if he’s finding them hard to understand.

I nod, afraid that if I say any more, I won’t be able to stop.

He lets out a broken laugh that catches in his throat. Taking a step back, he bends at the waist and braces his hands on his knees. When he looks up at me, tears flood his eyes. He quickly glances away, trying to collect himself.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask quietly.

“What?” His attention snaps back to me. “No, no.” He shakes his head, stepping toward me, erasing the distance between us.

Standing between my knees, he takes my face in his hands and kisses me, erasing every doubt in my mind that I had about giving him this gift. I weave my fingers into his soft, dark brown hair and use my legs to pull him into me. A pleasant shiver traces its way down my spine that has nothing to do with the cold as his hands find their way beneath the jacket and my shirt.

At the same time, a low, rhythmic pulse thrums through my body. I moan as his lips travel from my mouth across my jaw, his fingers pressing into my skin with a need to be closer. My hips move against his, and the proof of his desire rubs against me.

A frustrated growl vibrates between us, and I know this insatiable longing is shared. He pushes away, the stronger of the two of us, but I pull his mouth back to mine, plunging my tongue inside it, and deepening this hold he has on me. A sharp, heavy ache settles deep within me, and a feeling like I’ll implode if I can’t have this man right now overcomes me.

Inspired and desperate for the release only this man can give me, I push him away and hop down off the railing. Moving toward the window beside us leading into the house, I smirk when he raises a brow in silent question, his breath coming out in ragged pants.

I open the window from the outside to reveal that it’s my room.

“We’re going to talk about how this window isn’t safe later,” he grumbles.

I roll my eyes, a lopsided grin filling my face. “Are you coming or not?”

If I could take a picture of the sexy, devilish grin that’s filling his face, I would, but instead I look around to make sure no one is watching before we slip inside, with no one the wiser.

Quickly, I close the window and curtains behind us as Chief locks the door. The party on the other side is loud, with music playing and voices muffled. My face heats with the rush of what we’re about to do while so close to being discovered. Chief turns, his attention following me across the room as I undress, leaving my clothes behind me in a careless trail, not wasting any time.

As I unhook my bra and pull off my panties, his eyes darken with a hunger that rivals my own. He takes me in slowly, like it’s the first time he’s seeing me bare before him, even though that’s the farthest thing from true.

Biting my lip under his perusal, I slide my hands down my body, enjoying how his gaze follows them as my fingers trail over my hips and between my thighs. His nostrils flare as I sink my fingers between my lips and rub at my center.

“Mmm,” I moan. “If you don’t get over here, I’m going to have to start without you.”

A slow smile curves across his lips. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Let me see how wet that beautiful pussy is for my cock.” His tone is casual, but his attention is anything but. “On the bed,” he orders as he strips away his clothes and grips his length at the base. “Let me see you spread those legs for me.”

I happily do as he asks. Angling myself for him on the bed so that he has a front-row seat to the way my body responds to him and his praise. Excitement has my pulse accelerating as I plunge my fingers inside me, soaking them before returning to rub small circles around my clit. His heated gaze sets me ablaze with a heavy neediness settling between my legs. My rhythm quickens, and his knowing chuckle tells me he notices.

“You look as delicious as that cake out there,” he says, his voice coming out rich and velvety as his hand strokes up and down his length with focused restraint.

He watches me, holding himself back like it’s his own little game and I’m the prize. Edging himself, he moves his hand over the head of his cock slowly, watching me with an expression that’s equal parts awe and desire, testing to see how long he can resist.

“Maybe you should come have a taste,” I coax, spreading my legs further for him, teasing him as I tease myself.

“Should I?” he rasps, something raw and consuming flickering in his eyes. “Or maybe I should fuck you senseless until you’re coming on my cock and pull out just in time to cover your pretty tits like it’s the icing on top.”

A sharp intake of air fills my lungs, and he moves toward me, like he’s already decided.

Without hesitation, he drives into me, filling me to my hilt, making my back arch and a strangled sound of pleasure spill from my lips. With a low, possessive growl, his hand comes to rest at my neck, holding me in place, firm enough to control me, but gentle enough not to hurt. It’s something I’ve already reassured him I thoroughly enjoy.

His hips work with unyielding intent, moving without mercy, and each thrust sends a sharp, overwhelming wave of pleasure through my body. His onslaught continues as my body convulses, my pussy tightening around his length, as I relish the fullness of him being inside me.

“Garrett,” I moan once I’m close, gasping before his grip around my neck tightens, sending me over the edge.

With a few more thrusts, he releases my neck and my orgasm rips through me. Pulling himself from me, he strokes himself a few more times until ribbons of his come cover my chest, just as he envisioned. My skin heats with the pleasure of being the one who gets to share this with him. Stepping back, a shameless grin covers his face as he looks at his masterpiece.

“Happy Birthday to me,” he says with a huff of laughter before grabbing a towel from my drawer and helping me clean up.