Was he hearing all the things he’d been dreaming about for months? He continued to stare at her, and her gaze filled with such longing, it made his chest tight. “Do you understand what you’re getting yourself into?”
“Nothing will keep me from wanting you, Garrett. I—”
He didn’t let her finish. He climbed the steps, bent his head, and sealed his lips over hers. The taste of her was like a balm to his soul. Her tongue tangled with his in deep, velvety strokes, leaving him breathless. The kiss became demanding and possessive, filled with all the passion he’d been restraining for months now. She moaned softly and wrapped her arms around his neck. Shaking with lust, he pulled out his keys and reached past her hips, fumbling with the lock, his lips never leaving hers. The door slowly creaked open.
With a curse, he broke the kiss, and alarm set in. “What the hell…”
“Shh,” she soothed. “It was me. I forgot my key and used magick to open the door. I only came out here when I sensed you near. I needed to see your face.”
“Gillian,” he whispered, breathing her in.
His lips found hers once more. They tumbled into the apartment, and he kicked the door shut with his sneaker. After engaging both the deadbolt and flipping the doorknob lock, Garrett pinned her up against the wall. They tore at each other’s clothing. First, her soaked sweatshirt, and then his rain slicker hit the floor. He flicked the clasp on her bra and slid the straps down her shoulders. She shivered. The scrap of lace landed on the floor with the rest of the discarded, wet clothing.
In the light from the hallway, he got a better look at her. The sight of her breasts, full and lush with dark areoles and rosy tipped nipples, made his chest swell. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
If he was gentleman, he’d run a hot bath for her, make her a brandy, but right now nothing in the world could keep him from touching her, tasting her, making her come.
“Garrett,” she breathed and looked at him with naked desire burning in those brown eyes.
“It drives me crazy when you say my name like that.”
He cupped her cheek and pressed his erection against her thigh to emphasize the point. Panting, he fought the need to take her right there against the wall like a rutting animal, but he couldn’t. He wanted their first time to be something special—something they’d both remember.
“Baby, you don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed about doing this, of having you look at me the way you are right now. But I’m afraid I won’t be able to take it slow and sweet the first time.” Later, he’d cherish her for hours if she let him.
“I hear slow and sweet can be highly overrated,” she said, breathing hard. “We’ve had six months of foreplay. I’m ready and I don’t want you to be gentle. I need you, Garrett, every part of you.” Her voice sounded raw like broken glass.
She slipped off her sneakers and her soaking socks. He removed the last of her clothing, and she kicked them to the side. She stood before him naked, except for a black, lace thong. Not able to control himself any longer, his fangs descended fully from his lips, and he let out a growl. He tugged at the thong, and the sound of the rip echoed through the hallway.
“I’ll buy you another one,” he promised between kisses.
She curled her hand around his cock and rubbed him through the denim. He let out a low hiss. “It’s okay. If you recall, I have plenty.”
“How could I forget? I haven’t stopped thinking about what you might be wearing under your clothing ever since.” He slid off his wet sneakers and rid himself of his jeans, pushing them down, and tossing them into the pile. Only his boxers remained.
“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.” She shook her head as though coming out of a dream.
He could barely catch his breath to tell her all the things he wanted to say for months now. “Gillian, I vowed that if I ever got the chance to finally make love to you, I’d cherish your body and worship you for hours, but right now that’s not happening. I need to be inside you. Are you sure you’re ready for this?” He could barely restrain himself any longer. He rubbed his cock against her moist heat, wanting to explore every inch of her luscious body.
“Please, Garrett. Don’t make me wait.” When her voice filled with need, something primal and possessive clawed at him. He captured her mouth with his in a long, deep kiss. With a playful nibble to the corner of her bottom lip, he curled a finger into her wet folds and groaned at finally being able to touch her naked flesh.
When a sweet moan fell from her lips, he added another finger until her head fell back in ecstasy. His cock damn near ached and his tongue had gone fuzzy. She was so wet and ready, so perfect for him in every way. He rubbed and flicked his thumb over her tight little nub, taking her to the brink and back again, drawing out every breath and moan from her lips. All he wanted to do was give her pleasure.
“Yes, yes, don’t stop, right there! She dug her nails into his back. “Garrett,” she whimpered. He gave her another open-mouthed kiss, savoring the taste of her.
Her hips started to shake, so he increased the motion with his fingers. When she began to pulsate and tighten, he knew she was close. Her body shuddered, and then she went off like a rocket. Breathing hard, her head fell back against the wall. “Oh, God.”
“Fuck, you’re beautiful to watch.”
He kissed her temple and then pressed his forehead to hers. His erection throbbed to the point of pain. He rubbed it against her thigh, barely hanging on by a thread.
“You need to say what you want, Gillian. Are you sure? Do you trust me?”
“I do trust you, so much.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him down in a passionate kiss. A fire spread from his fangs to his groin, threatening to overtake him. She moaned and clawed at his back, her urgency matching his own.
She slid her mouth down to bite his ear and murmured, “I know what I want, and I want you, Garrett. Your turn to get naked, Detective.”
