“Avery,” he whispered her name as though it were a prayer. Still, he made no move to take things further.
He’s giving me the control.
And with that knowledge, she fell a little bit in love.
It was crazy and irrational, but she didn’t bother to fight it. Because no matter how quickly things between them had moved, or how many times she told herself this was just a casual fling, Garrett had already marked her in ways no other man had.
With her body aching for his touch, Avery rose to her tiptoes and brought her mouth to his. Tracing his bottom lip with the tip of her tongue, she pulled the sensitive skin between her teeth and gave a gentle tug.
Garrett’s fingers dug into the skin covering her shoulders and a low, rolling groan bubbled up from somewhere deep inside his throat.
He likes that. Good to know.
He moved his hands down, those same fingers gripping her hips in a way that screamed possession. The energy in the room changed, a powerful current filling the air around them.
It was the only warning she had.
Growling her name, Garrett lifted her up and crushed his mouth to hers. On reflex, Avery wrapped her legs around him. Linking her hands behind his neck, she held on tight. Never wanting to let go.
Turning, he pinned her up against the wall. Her head may have bounced a little, but she was too busy feasting on his lips and tongue to notice.
Garrett slid his hands lower. Long, calloused fingers slipped beneath her dress. Gripping the low curves of her ass as she ground her aching sex against his impressive bulge.
With a guttural moan, he thrust his pelvis forward. Closing her eyes, Avery threw her head back, the friction from his body rubbing against hers with a teasing promise of things to come, but it wasn’t enough.
A raw, insatiable hunger consumed them both. Clawing its way to the surface in search of something…anythingto ease their overwhelming primal need.
“God, I want you.” Garrett spoke between kisses. “Never wanted…anything…more.”
His arousing words spurred Avery on. Sliding her hands upward, she raked her fingers through his hair. Fisting what she could grab hold of and pulling her mouth free.
“I want you, too.” She kissed him wildly. “Please, Garrett. Now.”
Even in the shadows, she could see his pupils expanding. The blues surrounding them becoming dark with the same blinding heat scorching the deepest parts of her soul.
Keeping his grip firm, he lifted her from the wall and walked the short distance to the bed. His mouth continued to work hers, even as he slid her down the length of his hard body and back onto her feet.
Avery wanted to take her time. To go slow and savor every breathtaking, mouthwatering second with him. But she couldn’t make herself stop. Neither could he.
Already on the edge, she and Garrett began undressing each other in a frenzy. His jacket. Her hair clip. His shirt and tie. Her dress.
In less than a minute, he was shirtless, and she was standing before him in nothing but a black, lacy thong and high heels.
“Christ Almighty.” Garrett’s heated gaze fell onto her breasts.
Avery knew exactly what he was seeing.
Flushed skin. A heaving chest. Thick, dark hair falling past her shoulders, stopping just shy of her dusty pink nipples. Hard, aching nubs begging for his touch.
Only his touch. Only Garrett.
The pointed buds gave away the desire she felt for him. And as she released his belt and slid his pants over his narrow hips and lower, Avery rejoiced in the unmistakable proof that he wanted her just as badly.
“Need to taste you.”
Garrett leaned in, cupping one of the mounds with a gentle fist while pulling the sensitive peak of the other between his lips.
She cried out, her hands flying to his biceps to keep herself from falling as he sucked and teased. Arching her back, Avery moved her hands into his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp with every incredible flick of his tongue.