“Garrett, I’m going—I’m going to come, but I’m not—”
“What do you need? I’ll give you anything.”I’ll give you everything I have, then beg, borrow, and steal so I can give you more.
“Inside, I-I need something inside me—”
He growled and twisted his hand to press two fingers inside her, his thumb taking their place in rubbing her clitoris. After a half dozen thrusts, she came apart, spasming around his digits and coating his fingers in her release. Her back arched, and he pressed his palm between her breasts to hold her steady, keeping her together while she fell apart, while she put herself back together.
His pulse raced in his neck as he gathered her close, cherishing her panting breaths, the soft mewls of pleasure, and he sent up a silent prayer to the deity of snowy days and beautiful women. Perhaps, in this one way, he was good enough for her.
And perhaps he could make her fall apart again.
This man had broken her apart.
Her heart still thundered in her breast when he released her, and she fell on her back onto the thin mattress as he tossed the blankets off her lower half, her mind reeling as the aftereffects of her orgasm flittered through her body. “Garrett?”
He sat on his haunches between her knees, folding a quilt in half. He laid it across her chest and tucked it in. “Stay warm,” he rasped, then dropped his head.
“Garrett!”Electricity fired through her veins as his tongue swiped over her sensitive flesh. Her hips bucked off the bed, and he spread his wide palm over her hip and held her in place.
His eyes blazed, the pupils black when they met her gaze. “I’m giving you more, Sadie. You deserve it.”
Her mind spun, unable to gain purchase. One moment she’d been dreaming, then on the edge of consciousness as she pressed her body against his, hoping in her liminal state to push him, to break through and make him see her. Then he delivered her pleasure like she’d never known, made her see stars as she pulsed against him.
And now he seemed determined to pleasure her again. She gasped as he tossed her legs over his broad shoulders and feasted on her, devoured her.
She should have known a man with such a clever mind would have a wickedly clever mouth. His tongue flicked against her clitoris until another climax barreled towards her, unyielding and stronger than the first. She whined and flailed, her fingers digging into his hair as his tongue pushed inside her, fulfilling her fantasy and taking it beyond anything she could have imagined.
Her hips bucked as her sensitized flesh screamed for release, everything in her body coiling so tightly she feared the explosion as much as she craved it. His large hands gripped her thighs, held her in place as she submitted to the pleasure he seemed hellbent on giving her.
Her release thundered over her like a wave, sending her tumbling and breathless onto the shore, her scream soundless against the pounding in her ears and chest and core. When she collapsed, Garrett had wrapped himself around her, surrounded her with his warmth as she shivered, shuddered. Started to breathe again.
As her eyelids drooped shut, she started and attempted to sit up, but he held her too close to move. “What about you? You’re—”
“You need to sleep, and so do I,” he rumbled, pulling her flush against him. There was no mistaking his cock pressing against her, but he didn’t move, only feathered light kisses against her shoulder blades.
Her eyes burned with exhaustion and sudden tears. How silly she’d been to admit her desire for him, although he must feel some for her in return.No one has to know.She’d been so desperate for his touch that she’d removed any expectation that they would share more than a simple liaison. Apparently that was all he needed, as he’d readily agreed and delivered more pleasure than she’d thought possible.
But now Pandora’s proverbial pleasure box had been opened, and she could never forget what it felt like to be with him, for even a few moments.
His breaths had slowed and now flowed steadily over the nape of her neck, stirring the small hairs that escaped her plait. Tonight she could savor his presence, his warmth. She could be the bold, confident woman she pretended to be, immune to doubt and worry. Once the storm cleared, there would be plenty of time for regret.
Chapter 7
Garretthadnoregrets.
Except, perhaps, not making certain the stove had enough fuel. A shiver raked over him as he reluctantly extracted himself from the makeshift bed, leaving Sadie tangled in a pile of blankets.
Enough light came in through the window to tell him it must be just past dawn, although the freezing rain had changed to heavy snow during the night. Sadie’s hair had escaped its braid and curled around her cheek and neck as she slept.
He wasn’t certain he’d ever seen her still. She was a woman of perpetual motion, and knowing he had brought her to this state—sated and exhausted—settled something that had been tumbling about in his chest since the moment they met.
Crouching before the fire, he fed the embers kindling until they ignited, then laid a few smaller logs with precision. A primal need to provide, tokeep, fell over him like a cloak. If he did nothing else over the next few hours while they waited out the storm, it would be convincing Sadie that she was worthy of care, worthy of rest.
And perhaps that he was worthy of her.
If he were being honest with himself, he did have some regrets about what happened between them. He didn’t regret bringing her to climax, not once but twice (he mentally preened), but for not urging her to share how she felt about him. Mutual attraction was a given, but did she see him as anything but a friend and perhaps a short-term lover to pass the time?
“Garrett?”
