Chapter 14 Garrett
GARRETT
Isink between Lexi’s thighs and take my first unrestricted breath of the day.
Her scent surrounds me, fills me. Resting in the cradle of her body, our clothes are no barrier to the heat between us, and I have to stop for a moment because the sensations rippling through me deliver overwhelming relief.
But on the heels of that relief comes lust. A consuming need to take everything Lexi is willing to give.
“I want to fuck you through the mattress,” I rumble against her mouth.
She pulls her lips from mine and taunts me with a sexy grin. “I’m not stopping you.”
“You test my limits.”
“No limits. Not tonight.”
Her gaze holds an edge of desperation, and I want to dig into that, find out what put that look in her eyes, why she wants to hide from it. But this isn’t the time. She asked me to make it go away, and I told her I would. I’m beginning to think I’ll do anything Lexi asks.
No. I know I would.
“This is more than tonight.” I regret the words the second they leave my mouth.
She stiffens beneath me, panic flashing through those sparkling emerald eyes as she tries to pull away.
“Easy. I’m not asking for your hand in marriage.
Or even a relationship outside this bed, but we aren’t just scratching an itch here, Lexi. I’m not scratching an itch.”
“Garrett.”
I press a finger to her lips. Stop the words I don’t want to hear leaving her mouth.
“I’m not asking for anything except what you’re willing to give me.
If it’s you coming here to spend time with me, in or out of bed, then pretending we don’t know what each other looks like naked when we’re not here, I’m okay with that. ”
“That’s not fair—”
“Life isn’t fair. It’s why we should enjoy the good moments. And this, you and me, we’re good moments.”
She stares at me for what feels like an eternity before she nods and says, “Yes, okay, let’s enjoy the good moments.”
I smile as I lower my head and take her mouth again. It’s not what I want but it’s a start, and if I can make these good moments her best moments, then maybe I won’t get my heart crushed.
Her fingertips dig into my shoulders, her legs curl around my waist, and that maddening mouth of hers gives as good as it takes. She might hide from things she doesn’t want to deal with but when she’s in, she all fucking in.
Rocking her hips up, she moans into my mouth before nipping my tongue. “Fuck me, Garrett.”
I feel her desperation and match it with my own but surprisingly, I’m in no rush to take her.
I want to prove we’re more than a flash bang.
Show her any way we come together is great—perfect.
Running my palms up her sides, I trail them over her shoulders then down her arms where I tangle our fingers and squeeze.
Pulling back, I stare at her before shoving her hands above her head and pinning them to the mattress. “Keep them right here. We’re going to do things a little different tonight.”
“What do you mean different?”
A mix of fear and excitement flashes in her eyes, and I have to grin. We’ll explore that another time. “We get one each.”
“One each?” She pants beneath me, whether from the pressure of my weight on her or the lust surging through her system doesn’t matter. I want her breathless, want her holding on to me because I’m the only thing she needs to survive.
“One orgasm each.”
“What? Why?”
Her disbelief makes me laugh. “Because you were so kind to bring me dinner, I feel as though I should respect that and eat it.”
“So you like Chinese?”
“Sure.”
“Even—”
“Not dumplings,” I growl.
“I knew it!” She laughs. “It’s what I was wondering before you scared the shit out of me by opening my door.”
“Well, I feel as though I should reward you for thinking of me with an orgasm before we sit down to eat.”
“You don’t want to fuck all night?”
Her confusion and disappointment are equally relieving. I want her out of her element; I don’t want to be any faceless predicable man to her. And her disappointment won’t last long. Because as much I like to tease, it’s a double-edged sword.
Lowering my head, I skim the tip of my nose over the curve of her cheek to the hollow under her ear where I spend a few seconds snuggling in her warmth. “I’m going to fuck you for as long as my body holds out, and considering I run on average 10k a day, I think we’re good for more than all night.”
A shudder ripples through her, and I smile against her soft skin.
“Make no mistake about my intentions, Lexi. I will be fucking you all night. But we’ll both need sustenance to make that happen.”
She trembles under me, and I know it won’t take either of us long to get off this first time. “Garrett.”
“Hmm…” I nuzzle under the curve of her jaw to the swell of her breast.
“Less talking. More doing.”
I grin. “As you wish.”
In the next few seconds we’re scrabbling hands, wandering lips, and disappearing clothes.
When we crash back together, the heat between us intensifies and I’m not strong enough to resist the naked temptation beneath me.
Except I want to watch her take what she wants.
Want to see this woman in all her magnificent glory take us both on the ride our bodies crave.
Grip firm on her hips, I roll over until she’s staring down at me with shock and confusion. “You’re on top.”
“On top?”
Fuck, I love the way she loses that composure I’m pretty sure she usually holds with an iron grip. “Yeah, ride me, Lexi.”
Her thighs tighten as joy flashes in her eyes.
“You like that idea?” I study her more closely. “Or is it the nickname?”
“I’ve never had one.”
I grin. “A ride or a nickname?”
“Either.”
“Well, that’s just about the saddest thing I’ve ever heard. You are no simple Alexandria.”
“Why not Alex?” she asks, her interest genuine.
“Because there is nothing ordinary about you, and any one with functioning eyeballs can see that.”
“Oh.” Her eyes fill with liquid and to distract us both from what might be a little too intimate for where we’re at, I say, “Now ride me like the duchess you are.”
“Duchess?” She rises to her knees, one hand finding my cock in a firm grip. “Why duchess?”
“It fits. You’re no pampered princess.”
“No. I’m not.” She lowers slightly, the heat of her entrance kissing the head of my cock.
“Fuck.” I grunt. Grit my teeth to keep from blowing my load too soon. Using her own words against her, I move my hand between her thighs and thumb her clit. “Less talking. More doing.”
She tosses her head back on a laugh and sinks onto my cock at the same time. Her breath stalls. Then on a squeeze of muscles, she murmurs, “Holy fucking shit, you feel like heaven.”
“Same.”
I want to fuck up into her, but I also want to let her control this encounter.
The more she can do what she wants, be who she truly is without ramifications—other than mind-numbing orgasms—the more connected she’ll feel to me.
And the more chance I have of making this thing between us more than hooking up.