Work. Family. Fun.
Love.
There was a place for it all if he’d open himself up to it. And the beautiful woman lying next to him made him want that…and more.
The beautiful woman next to you is waiting for you to do something other than talk.
Leaning forward, Garrett put his hand on the curve of Avery’s hip and pressed his lips to hers. “I want to take my time and go slow.” She deserved slow. “But this first time—”
“I don’t want slow, Garrett.” She reached between them and cupped his balls. “I just want you.”
He was on her before he’d taken his next breath.
Bodies flush, the feel of being head-to-toe, skin on skin sent a shot of need spiking through his veins. With his weight balanced on his forearms, he felt Avery’s legs open wide.
He settled himself between them, his weeping tip positioned against her molten core.
Even through the condom’s protective barrier, he could feel how fucking drenched she was. The knowledge that it was all because of him…forhim…had Garrett’s hips pushing forward before he even realized he was moving.
Avery closed her eyes, moaning as his swollen crest breached her sensitive flesh. Garret joined her, releasing a guttural sound of pleasure as he worked his way inside, inch by torturous inch.
Jesus, she was tight, and…Holy God…shefelt so very good.
“You okay?” He somehow managed to formulate the words.
He wasn’t even fully seated yet, and already being with her overshadowed all his previous sexual experiences.
Garrett waited, watching closely for her response. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her, but he was big and was going to need to stretch her body a little more to accommodate his size.
“I’m good,” Avery assured him. “But I’ll be even better once you start moving again.”
With a chuckle, Garrett took that as the green light. In one, powerful thrust he broke through her body’s resistance and pushed himself to the hilt.
Mine.
The possessive word flashed through his mind the second he took her. And when Avery tightened her grip and dug those sharp, sexy as fuck heels against his bare ass, Garrett knew that’s exactly what she was.
In the span of a few days, Avery Webb had tunneled her way into his heart. And now, as their bodies moved together in perfect unison, he wanted to hold on tight and never let her go.
I’m never letting go.
Ignoring the meaning behind his silent declaration, Garrett continued thrusting his hips forward and back, moving his rock-hard shaft in and out of her hot, wet heat.
Despite his earlier admission, he started out slow. Or at least hetriedto. But she felt so good, and he was already on the edge, his slow, steady pace didn’t last long.
Jesus, he was lost. Drunk from her touch and the way her body felt as it pulled him back in.
The scent of coconuts and vanilla mixed with lust and need, and it was all Garrett could do not to sayfuck itand just let go.
She needs to come again.
Granted, he’d already brought her to climax once, and he wasn’t sure if she would be able to get there again. But he was damn sure going to try.
Reaching between them, he shifted positions, tilting her hips up at more of an angle so he’d have better access. He found her clit swollen and ready.
A strangled cry penetrated the walls, Avery’s pelvis shooting off the mattress when he began rubbing it in small, tight circles.
A telltale tingling spread across his lower back. Garrett felt his balls tighten, his climax building at an unforgiving pace.