He ran his hands up and down her arms. The heat from her skin whispered through his veins and seeped into his blood. “I think for once we can agree, Miss Howe.”
A smile spread across her beautiful face. “It’s about time.” She tugged at his boxers, and his cock sprang free. Her brilliant eyes widened with appreciation. “Wow, just wow,” she murmured and continued to stare at him in awe, humbling him beyond words.
He wanted this woman like no other.
He lifted her into his arms, and she wrapped her long legs around his waist. In a tangle of limbs, he headed to the living room with her lips fastened to his and their breaths mingled together. His fingers brushed over her nipples and covered her breast. She let out the most exquisite sounds of pleasure. They didn’t even make it to the couch. He practically fell onto the floor, taking her with him, his body absorbing the fall. They laughed, and the sound became sweet music to his ears. Damp strands of her hair brushed over his skin, tickling his chest.
“Garrett, we don’t have protection.”
Her slender fingers reached down and traced a line from his forehead to his temples and then moved to his jaw.
He silenced her with another long, wet kiss. “There’s no need to worry about a condom. Vampires can’t procreate, nor catch diseases.” His need for her frightened and exhilarated him all at once, and to know he could be inside her without barriers made it even hotter.
A beautiful smile spread across her face. “Then we’re in business.”
Desire, warm and wanton, flashed in her eyes, filling the emptiness inside his chest.
In one quick move, he switched their positions so he was on top and planted his hands on either side of her head. He lifted her hips and nudged the tip of his cock inside her entrance. He moved, slowly at first, taking his time, wanting to bring her to new heights. But when she pushed her hips up, the last bit of his control slipped. He couldn’t hold back; he thrust hard and deep.
Heaven was the only word that came to mind. He filled her, and at that moment, he never felt so alive.
“You’re so wet for me. You feel so damn good, so tight. This won’t last long,” he murmured in a voice thick with lust. God, it was better than he imagined.
She arched into him, her body molded to his. She met him stroke for stroke, grasping at his shoulders, digging her fingers into his skin.
The sound of their bodies slapping together, their heavy breathing piercing the air, became too much.
“Jesus, Gillian.”
He drove into her over and over. She moved with him, driving him to the brink of insanity. Her legs spread wider, and she was right there with him. Finally, he got to claim her, after months of fantasizing. She was real, and his.
“Oh Garrett, I need—”
He slid his fingers between them to rub her clit. He tried to prolong his orgasm. His body stretched to the breaking point. Her cry went off and rang sharply through the room. The expression on her face and the sound of her climax set him off. He stroked into her again and then when he could take no more, his hips jerked once, twice.
“I’m going to…ah!” He growled her name and crushed her body to his while he exploded into her. Wave after wave of pleasure consumed him.
When he finally caught his breath and his ability to form coherent words again, he pressed his forehead to hers, praying he didn’t hurt her. “I’m so sorry if I was rough with you.” He reached up and stroked her cheek. When she remained silent, his gut tightened. He brushed her hair off her face. “Talk to me, baby.”
Her eyes turned smoky and filled with unmistakable lust. “Take me to your bedroom.”
Chapter 24
Butterflies fluttered in Gillian’s belly. She wanted to curl against Garrett and melt into a puddle on the mattress, but right now she could barely move. She sighed with contentment and ran her hands up and down his muscled back. She was rewarded with his sharp intake of breath. She smiled, reveling in the moment. She continued to stroke him, loving the feel of his skin. It was like touching silk over steel. His naked body was a thing to behold. She’d never felt like this before. He was unlike any guy she’d ever been with. He knew how to rile her, piss her off, and leave her breathless with passion. All of which screamed disaster in red blinking lights. Brooke would say she was overthinking things.
Brooke.
She tensed, fretting what would happen when they did find her. No matter what, she’d never lose sight of hope.
“Gillian? What are you thinking? I can see the tension come over you.” He brushed a finger between her brows. “Right here.” Garrett murmured in a throaty voice and then buried his face in her neck. He turned onto his back, taking her with him. “No regrets, I hope.”
“It’s nothing. I’m here with you and just experienced the best sex of my life,” she said and touched her lips. Still basking in the afterglow of postcoital bliss, she moved to tuck in the nook of Garrett’s arm. Normally, she would’ve been self-conscious lying beside him naked, but the undisguised lust in his gaze was all the assurance she needed.
“Why do I detect a ‘but’ in there?” He moved onto his elbow and reached over to push her hair behind her ear.
“I can’t help but feeling guilty enjoying myself, when Brooke’s still out there with Lawrence.”
“I understand.” He caressed her arms, and she shivered. “You care very deeply for the ones you love. I’ve seen you with your friends. You go out of your way to care for the people in your life. It’s what makes you the warm, wonderful person that you are. For now, we know Brooke’s alive. You’ve seen her in your visions, and you got a message from Natalya’s aunt. If we could rescue her any faster, we would. In a few days, she’ll be back here with you. I give you my word.”
