Chapter 29
One Week Later...
She should probably get ready for her trip tomorrow, Kristen thought as she tried to focus on what she was writing only to find herself glancing to her right and-
No, she told herself with a firm shake of her head as she forced herself to focus back on her computer, reminding herself that she had better things to do than sit here thinking about all those incredibly naughty things that he did to her over the past week.
She needed to finish this book, which was why she wasn’t going to think about Garrett, or all the times he woke her up with his tongue.
She definitely wasn’t going to think about all those times that he placed her on the nearest surface so that he could finger her while they made-out.
It would also be wrong to think about the way that he bent her over his desk last night so that he could tease her with the tip of his cock, leaving her struggling not to beg him to fuck her, because that would be wrong.
So very wrong.
Plus, she didn’t have time for that, Kristen told herself as she once again found herself glancing to her right and-
No.
She wasn’t weak, damn it!
She could sit here and work without thinking about how much she liked making him lose control.
Because it didn’t matter. Not even a little bit.
She would not think about the first time that she wrapped her hand around him, the way that he moaned her name or the incredibly sexy sounds that he made when she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock.
She had a book to finish and he had lawyer-type things to do.
Besides, she was leaving in the morning, which meant that she wouldn’t get another chance to write again until she came home on Monday.
The reminder that she wouldn’t see Garrett for four days had her biting back a grumble as she forced herself to get back to work, telling herself that it had nothing to do with whatever it was that they were doing and everything to do with finishing this book.
Satisfied with the line of bullshit that she kept telling herself, Kristen read through the last paragraph that she wrote only to frown and go back, reading it one more time before she sighed and tried to figure out why the sentence wasn’t working for her.
She needed to change out a word, she realized, moving to turn her Wi-Fi back on so that she could use an online thesaurus only to decide against it, knowing that there was a good chance that she would end up checking her email or Facebook, which would end with her posting, commenting, responding, and getting sucked down into a rabbit hole and losing the last few hours that she had to write.
Which meant that she was going to have to do this the old-fashioned way, Kristen decided as she clicked “Save” before she placed her laptop on the coffee table, stood up, careful of the dog that was sprawled out in front of the couch only to realize that he wasn’t there anymore.
Having a pretty good idea where Blanket was, Kristen glanced back at Garrett’s desk only to find the large golden retriever that should be looking at her adoringly passed out in the dog bed that Garrett made for him.
Biting back a sigh, Kristen made her way to the bookshelves and slowly started making her way down the room, searching for a thesaurus.
She found several law dictionaries, more law books, and even more law books, until finally, she found a dictionary on the shelf above her head, and just above that, a thesaurus.
She reached for the book only to realize that she wasn’t tall enough to-
“Is this what you’re looking for?” Garrett whispered in her ear, making her breath catch in her throat as she felt his hand cup her hip as he reached past her and grabbed the book.
“What’s the word that you need help with?
” Garrett asked as he used the hold on her hip to pull her closer until her back was pressed against his chest, reminding her of what happened this morning when she woke up to find him holding her and-
“Wet,” Kristen said, reminding herself that now was not the time to be thinking about just how much she liked it when he snuck into her room first thing in the morning.
“Rainy, raining, misty, drizzly, pouring, showery,” Garrett whispered in her ear, his lips brushing against her skin with each word, making it difficult to focus as he placed the book back on the shelf.
“Wrong context.”
“Give me the sentence,” Garrett said as he pressed his lips against the side of her neck.
Swallowing hard, Kristen said, “She felt herself growing wet.”
“Aroused, damp, soaking, turned on,” Garrett whispered against her skin.
“I’m not sure if any of those will work,” Kristen said as she struggled to focus.
“Fair enough,” he murmured, “What’s making her wet?”
“He’s touching her,” Kristen said, licking her suddenly dry lips as he used his hold to bring her even closer so that she could feel the large, hard bulge between his legs pressing against her lower back.
“Like this?” Garrett asked, running his fingertips down her arm slowly as his lips pressed against the side of her neck.
“Yes,” Kristen said, tilting her head to the side to make it easier for him to kiss a trail down her neck.
“How about this?” he asked, running his hands over her hips.
“Yes,” Kristen said, dropping her head back against his chest.
“And this?” Garrett asked, drawing his fingers up her side and slid his hands over her stomach as he continued kissing his way to her throat.
Kristen turned her head and met his gaze as she said, “Yes.”
Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he moved his hands over her stomach and-
Had her licking her lips when his hands found her breasts.
“Did he do this?”
“Yes.”
His gaze flickered to her lips as he moved his hands over her breasts, slowly tracing her nipples through her shirt with his thumbs. Never taking his eyes off her, he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, keeping the kiss slow as he gently kneaded her breasts, making her tremble.
“Did he touch her anywhere else?” Garrett asked, brushing his lips against hers as he gave her breasts one last gentle squeeze before he was reaching for the hem of her shirt and-
“Here,” Kristen said, taking one of his hands and placed it between her legs.
“Is this making you wet?” Garrett asked, rubbing her through her jeans as he found himself wondering if she had any idea what she was doing to him.
For the past week, she’d been driving him fucking crazy. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her, morning, noon, and night, he just...
He wanted her.
But that wasn’t anything new. He’d always wanted her, from the first time that he realized that her smile did funny things to him to all those times that she’d had enough of his shit and tried to-
It didn’t matter what she tried to do or what she used to do it with, every time she did it, it made him want her more. The only thing that mattered now was that she was giving him a chance, one that he refused to fuck up.
“I just feel like you should know these things,” Kristen said, making his lips twitch against hers.
“This is true,” Garrett murmured, rubbing his palm between her legs one more time before he dropped his hands away and reached for hers.
With a gentle tug, he had her following him to the couch, where he dropped down before giving her hand another gentle tug that had her climbing onto his lap.
“Are you sure this is something that I’d like?” Kristen asked, placing her hands on his chest as she shifted to get more comfortable, the move causing her to tease the underside of the large cock between his legs, desperate to finally slide inside her.
“I’m willing to take the risk,” Garrett said, placing his hands on her thighs as he leaned in to kiss her again.
“This could affect your score,” Kristen said, wrapping her arms around him.
“You’re grading me?” Garrett asked only to groan softly when she rolled her hips against him.
“This surprises you?” Kristen asked as he slid his hands up her thighs.
“How am I doing?” he asked, tilting his head so that he could kiss the side of her neck.
“I took off points this morning when a cup of extra-chocolate milk didn’t magically appear on my nightstand,” Kristen said with a heartfelt sigh as though this pained her to do this to him, making his lips pull up into a smile.
“What if I rectify that tomorrow morning when I sneak into your room?” Garrett asked, knowing better than to try to get her to spend the night with him.
He’d learned that lesson the first night after he’d pulled her into his arms only to have her slap a trembling hand on his face, mutter, “Good talk,” before she shimmied to the edge of the bed, fell off, released a pained groan before she reached up and blindly searched the bed for his shirt.
Once she had it, she spent the next ten minutes trying to wrestle it on while periodically mumbling, “Owie,” until she finally accepted defeat and raised her hand and regally gestured for him to get on with it.
Knowing better than to push the stubborn pain in the ass for more, he’d grabbed the blanket off his bed, wrapped her up in it, threw her over his shoulder and carried her across the street while she’d mumbled, “Owie,” every step of the way.
After that, he’d tried enticing her, offering to remove the fine for using his body while he slept to write, but the stubborn woman refused to spend the night in his bed.
Every night, they spent hours kissing, touching, and driving each other crazy, but as soon as they were done, she would struggle to catch her breath as she gestured for him to carry her home.
And those nights when he tried to spend the night in her bed...
She would simply shove him off the bed and curl up in the middle of the bed with a satisfied sigh, letting him know that it was time to go.
Which left him with no choice but to sneak into her room first thing in the morning just so that he could hold her in his arms. The first time he did it, she’d glared, but once he’d explained all the benefits to waking up in his arms, mostly with his tongue, she’d quickly agreed that it was the best way to start her day.
That was always followed by a leisurely shower while they took their time running their hands over each other and a quick breakfast before they made their way back to his house, where they spent the rest of the day working with the occasional makeout session.
Every day, he got to touch her, kiss her, and hold her, but it didn’t change the fact that she still didn’t trust him.
She never left her computer with him, and if he came within five feet of it, she would close the lid and place it out of his reach.
If he asked her about what she was working on, she would change the subject.
It never used to be like this. He used to be the one person that she trusted more than anything and would happily talk his ear off all night about her latest story, but now. ..
He could feel her pulling away from him and he had absolutely no idea how to stop it.
“I might be willing to consider giving you extra points if it was extra chocolatey,” Kristen said, moaning softly as he pressed his lips against her throat.
“I think I can handle that,” Garrett said, kissing a path up to her chin. “Are you going to miss me this weekend?”
“It may be a struggle to remember what you look like after a few days,” the devious woman, who loved tormenting him, said, making him chuckle as he pulled back so that he could look into her beautiful blue eyes.
“Afraid to admit that my devious plan is working and that you’re falling head over heels in love with me again?” Garrett asked, reaching up to cup her face in his hands.
“I would, but I’ve been told that it’s wrong to lie,” Kristen said with a heartfelt sigh.
“Would it really be so bad to fall in love with me again?” Garrett asked as he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers.
“And what if I just want to live out every fantasy that I’ve ever had about you instead?” she whispered.
“It’s a start,” he said, making her lips twitch as he brushed his lips against hers and-
“Hold that thought,” Kristen said, tearing a pained grunt from him when she slapped her hands against his chest and pushed herself off him, coming dangerously close to kneeing him in the place that adored her the most, grabbed her backpack off the floor, searched for her phone that was playing what sounded like the theme song to The Goonies, and-
“Shit!’
-tore another pained grunt from him seconds later when she dropped back down on his lap with a satisfied sigh as she answered her phone.
“What’s up?” Kristen asked as he leveled a glare on the little bully only to watch as her expression went from concerned to confused, to-
Why was she making a run for it? Garrett found himself wondering when she suddenly jumped off his lap, stumbled, righted herself only to stumble again, muttered incoherently to herself as she grabbed her laptop with shaky hands, shoved it in her bag, somehow managed to trip over her own two feet, before she ran for the front door, threw it open and ran, not bothering to close the door behind her.
Curious, Garrett made his way to the front door in time to watch her stumble, trip, and land face-first on his front lawn before she clawed her way back to her feet and raced across the street as a small chime drew his attention.
He pulled the new cellphone that already needed to be replaced out of his pocket and-
“That makes sense,” Garrett murmured as he read the text message before slowly nodding and slid the phone back in his pocket as he resigned himself to what needed to be done.