It’s late and I don’t want to call out, so I try the handle.
The door swings open into a room that carries his musky scent. There’s a braided rug, a cast iron stove, and a loft with a bed I can just see the corner of, and…
…Garrett, asleep on the couch.
He's got one boot kicked off on the floor and one arm flung up over his eyes. His shirt has ridden up, showing a band of tanned belly with dark hair trailing down into his jeans. His mouth is slightly open.
He lookssoft. Not grumpy or trying to carefully hold himself together.
It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.
God, I want him so badly.
I close the door quietly behind me and set my tote down. I toe off my boots and pad across the rug in my socks, pull off his other boot without him waking up, and then kneel beside the couch.
Then I put my hand lightly on his chest. "Garrett."
He shifts, his arm coming down from his eyes and he blinks at me, unfocused—until he sees me clearly and smiles.
"Hey," he breathes. “What time is it? Did y’all get dinner?”
"Yep, it was great."
"Good." He reaches up and pulls me down for a kiss. It’s slow and deep and a little bit clumsy from sleep…and it's the best kiss of my entire life.
"Bed," I whisper against his mouth.
"Yes, ma’am." He sits up, groaning a little, and scoops me up bridal style, and carries me to the loft ladder. I climb up before him, yelping when he grabs my ass.
The bed is a big iron thing with an old, obviously handmade quilt. He lays me down on my back, and gazes down at me. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Lark.”
"Ditto, cowboy."
"Need you to tell me if anything's too much, darlin’," he says, while stripping his shirt over his head, then his belt and jeans.
"I can take it," I tell him. "Iwantto take everything you have."
His mouth twitches, and I gaze at him…all that thick, hair-dusted muscle, the bulky chest. The soft belly I want to lick. The cock, already hard and flushed, standing up against his stomach.
He looked amazing last night, but in the light he looks even better. My pussy throbs. “Damn, you’re a dream.”
He huffs a laugh. "Yeah?"
"Hell, yeah."
I sit up and he takes my little sundress up and off. I slip out of my bra as he pulls my panties down and tosses them away.
“Sweet mercy,” he whispers, before laying his massive weight over me, propped on his elbows so he doesn't crush me, andgod, the heavy press of him—hot chest against my tits, hair rough on my skin, and that hard length riding against my hip.
He kisses me deeply, our mouths and tongues sinking into each other’s, making me shiver with need. He works his way down, lips, tongue, and teeth roving over every sensitive section of skin…from my throat down to my chest.
He takes one nipple into his mouth, and then the other, taking his time, sucking until I'm squirming and wet and whining his name.
"Garrett—oh god, please."
He slides a hand between my legs, slipping his fingers through my wet folds, exploring me, teasing my tender flesh…as he circles my clit, making me shake and moan.
Two thick fingers find my entrance, and he gently works me open. "That's it," he murmurs. "Open up for me, darlin'."