Chapter 6
Not quick. Not sweet.
Deep. Hungry. His tongue slid against mine, hands framing my face. I clutched his coat. Forgot we were in public. Forgot everything except the taste of him—coffee and snow and Garner.
Someone whistled. We ignored them.
When he finally pulled back, my lips tingled. My entire body did.
He bought us hot cocoa from the little stand on the corner. Whipped cream piled high. We drank it walking, steam curling in the cold air. Snow started falling again—fat, lazy flakes that melted on our eyelashes.
At the edge of the park, the horse-drawn sleighs waited in a line. Bells on the harnesses jingled. Blankets stacked on the seats.
Garner paid the driver, helped me up, then climbed in beside me. The driver clicked his tongue and the horses started forward, slow and steady.
Garner pulled the thick fur blanket over both our laps.
Snug.
Private.
His arm went around my shoulders. I tucked myself against his side, head on his chest. The park lights blurred past—white and gold and red.
His hand found my knee under the blanket.
Innocent at first.
Then not.
His palm slid higher. Slow. Watching my face.
I bit my lip.
Higher still. Fingertips tracing the edge of my tights. Then under the hem of my skirt.
My breath hitched.
He brushed the damp cotton of my panties. Once. Light.
I jolted.
“Garner,” I whispered.
He did it again. Firmer. Circles.
My thighs parted without permission.
He leaned in, mouth at my ear. “Soaked already, Mags?”
I whimpered.
His fingers slipped under the edge. Skin on skin. Slow strokes over my clit.
I grabbed his wrist—not to stop him. To anchor myself.
The sleigh rocked gently. Bells jingled. Snow fell.
I was burning up.
I reached over. Found the hard line of him straining against his jeans. Squeezed.
He groaned low.
“Careful,” he warned. “Or I’ll fuck you right here.”
I squeezed again.
His fingers moved faster. Pressing inside just a little. Teasing.
I couldn’t breathe right.
Pleasure coiled tight and hot.
I turned my face into his neck. Muffled a moan against his skin.
His thumb circled faster.
Too much.
I pulled his hand away, shaking.
He looked at me, eyes black with want.
“Take me home, Garner,” I said, voice ragged. “Now.”
He didn’t hesitate.
He banged on the sleigh wall. “Closest stop, please.”
The driver chuckled like he knew exactly why.
Garner wrapped the blanket tighter around me. Kissed my temple.
“Soon,” he promised.
I believed him.