“These aren’t mine.” He held up the brand-new box of condoms. “I mean, they are, but I didn’t buy them.”
Understanding struck. “Colt?”
Garrett nodded with a smirk. “He brought them by earlier…as ajoke…when I was getting ready for dinner.”
“Guess we got the last laugh, after all.”
Smile growing, Garrett ripped the box open and pulled out a strip of foil packets. Tearing one of the squares free, he dropped the box onto the nightstand and the unopened packet onto the mattress.
And then he reached for her.
“Come here.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her body flush with his.
The feel of her bare chest against his left her lungs breathless and her knees weak.
“I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I first laid eyes on you,” he told her softly.
Avery expected him to kiss her again. Or maybe remove her panties and shoes. Instead, he slowly began combing his fingers through her hair.
“So soft,” he whispered. “So beautiful.”
When he looked at her that way, Averyfeltas though she was beautiful.
“Garrett…”
He pressed his lips to hers, taking his sweet, sweet time as he coaxed her mouth open and let himself inside. They stood like that, tasting one another at a slow, unhurried pace.
Eventually, Garrett let his hands drift lower. First stopping to caress her firm breasts before rolling their distended buds between his forefingers and thumbs.
Tiny mewling sounds escaped with heaving breaths, filling the room as he taunted and teased. Goosebumps appeared in his wake as he traced down along her sides, stopping when they reached the lacey waistband of her barely-there panties.
Avery shivered with anticipation as he slid one of his hands beneath the lace. Her breath hitched, and…God.
He’d barely touched her there, and already she could feel her insides quivering with her impending release. Cupping her mound, Garrett moaned with a wild hunger that Avery still couldn’t believe was all for her.
She wasn’t the type of woman men moaned for. They didn’t pick her up and press her against a wall in a frenzy of passion and raw, wanton need.
Yet for reasons she may never understand, this man had done those things and more.
I want you.
She believed him.
Not only because he’d said them, but because she couldseeit in the way he was looking at her now. And earlier when he’d lifted her up and pressed her against the wall, his need had poured over them both in waves.
But most importantly, Avery had felt this man’s desire for her when she’d placed her hand over his heart. The organ’s forceful, rhythmic beating had told her everything she needed to know.
I want you.
Regardless of where this thing between them was headed, Avery knew she’d cherish those words for the rest of her life.
Garrett slid a finger along her bare slit, sending a jolt of pleasure rushing through her when he brushed against her swollen clit.
“Garrett,” she moaned his name again.
He slid the finger lower, gathering her juices before rising back up to rub the tiny bundle of nerves.
Avery threw her head back, pleasure racing through her with every calculated, torturous touch. She wasn’t going to last, but that didn’t stop her from tilting her hips forward, her body begging him without words to give her the release it so desperately craved.