And damn.
Talk about suit porn.
Wearing black dress pants, a white button up, and a black suit jacket, the man looked good enough to eat. And the way he was staring back at her was…
“I’m a mess,” Avery blurted randomly.
His steps never faltered as he continued moving forward. “You’re beautiful.”
“You don’t have to toss out lines, Garrett.” She ran a hand down her damp hair. “I know exactly what I look like. Something else I should probably apologize for.”
“You don’t need to apologize for a damn thing, Avery.” He stopped inches from where she stood.
His familiar, masculine scent blanketed her the way it had when he’d first walked in. Her fingers twitched at her sides with the need to touch him. To feel his arms around her and know she hadn’t destroyed her chance of having a future with him.
“You have nothing to apologize for, but I do.”
“No—” She started to shake her head, but he cut her off.
“Please, just…let me say this.”
Avery nodded. “Okay.”
“The second I realized how I felt about you, I should’ve called my boss and gotten permission to tell you. So, while I couldn’t tell you at first, I should have given you all the facts sooner. You never should’ve found out the way you did.”
“H-how much sooner are we talking?”
The corner of his lips curved in a boyish grin. “I knew after that very first kiss that you were it for me. As crazy and unbelievable as it seems.”
“It’s not crazy.” Avery took a small step forward. “I felt it, too.”
His eyes locked with hers. “I should’ve called you before now. To be honest, I was afraid you’d hang up on me.”
“I’d never do that to you.”
“It was stupid.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. “I’ve been stupid.”
“We both have.” Avery blinked at the sudden moisture forming in her eyes. “I’ve missed you.” The confession escaped with a whisper.
“God, Avery.” Garrett reached a tentative hand toward her face. When she didn’t flinch away, his lungs expelled what sounded like a sigh of relief. “I’ve missed you, too. So much.”
She leaned into his touch. “Garrett…”
“Sweetheart.”
Avery wasn’t sure who moved first. It didn’t even matter. She was finally back in his arms, and if she had anything to say about it, she was never, ever leaving them again.
Chapter 18
Eight days. It had been eight glorious, blissful days since she and Garrett had reunited. And boy, what she’d heard about makeup sex…
Holy multiple orgasms, Batman!
Everything she’d ever read about makeup sex was true. And then some.
Garrett had spent that first night making her scream so loud Avery was sure her neighbors were going to call in a noise complaint. And they’d been nearly as bad every night, since.
Either he’d stay at her place, or she’d go to his. She’d cook them dinner or they’d order in so they could eat in their underwear and then hop right back into bed—or the shower—for another round of mind-blowing pleasure.