He pressed a kiss right at the crease of my thigh. Then the other side. Slow, deliberate, and somehow more intense than if he’d gone where I needed him. Then,finally, his mouth found me.
I made some other noise I didn’t recognize. His tongue was hot and clever, running through my folds, finding my clit and circling it with exactly the right pressure. I’d fantasized about this—in my bunk on the train, in the shower at Jean’s, every time I’d looked at his mouth and wondered what it could do—but the fantasies hadn’t been this detailed. They didn’t include the heat of his breath, the rough catch of his stubble on the inside of my thigh, the wet, hungry sound of his mouth on me.
He slid a finger inside me, and my whole body clenched around him. Slow. He was being impossibly slow, drawing in and out of me while his tongue traced lazy circles around my clit, as though he had nowhere else in the world to be.
“More,” I managed.
He added a second finger and crooked them, pressing up against a spot that made me cry out. My hips lifted, and his free hand pressed flat against my stomach, holding me down.
This was why I’d denied myself on the train, because the want had been worth keeping. Because the real thing was always going to be worth it.
And god, it was.
His mouth sealed over my clit and sucked, and I nearly came off the bed. He held me steady, his fingers working inside me, finding a rhythm that built and built. Each curl pressed exactlywhere I needed him, each pull of his mouth drawing louder and louder noises from me. He was watching me from between my legs, too. I felt his eyes on my face, gauging every gasp and twitch, so he could use them against me.
I took hold of his hair, anchoring myself so the ecstasy never ended. “Oh god! Right there! Don’t stop!”
He did the exact opposite of stopping. He doubled down, fingers curling relentlessly inside me while his tongue matched the pace, sucking and dragging until the pressure in my core wound so tight I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything except grip his hair and hold on.
The orgasm didn’t crash. Itdetonated. Every nerve ending in my body lit up at once, and I arched off the bed with a cry that probably carried through the walls.Who cares!It was physically impossible to have cared. Wave after wave rolled through me while Garrett’s mouth gentled but didn’t leave, coaxing out every last tremor until I was boneless and gasping and quite possibly dead.
He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh. Another one, higher. Followed by another on my hip, my stomach, the underside of my breast. Soft, unhurried kisses that let me float back down while my heartbeat thudded in my ears and his fingers slid free from me.
When I finally opened my eyes, he was lying next to me with his head propped on one elbow, looking at me with an expression I’d never seen on his face. Satisfied. Almostsmug.
“Hi,” he said.
I started laughing. Couldn’t help it. “Hi.”
“You liked that?”
“Come here.” I reached for him, and he leaned over to kiss me, the taste of me still on his mouth. My leg instinctively rose, hooking around his hips to pull him closer. “I want you inside me.”
“I’d fucking love that.” He traced my nose with his. “But I don’t have any condoms.”
I darted my tongue out to touch his lips. “Good thing I do.”
His head jerked back slightly. “Don’t tease.”
“Not teasing.” I pointed toward my suitcase. “Side pocket. I took them from Jean’s bathroom before we left for Zurich.”
He stared at me. “Youwhat?”
“Don’t look at me like that.” My cheeks began heating for the tenth time, at least. “It was just in case.”
“In case?”
I swatted his chest. That strong, muscled chest I’d dreamed about, cried against, and that had shielded me when Dmitry showed up at the cottage. “Do you want to debate this, or do you want to get one?”
“Are they expired?”
“No. I checked.”
“I didn’t think Jean was that kind of guy.” He shook his head and got up to retrieve them, allowing me to admire the view of his back and broad shoulders, his ass in those jeans, and the way his muscles moved when he bent over my suitcase.
“You are so sexy, Garrett.”
He turned around and tossed the condoms onto the bed. “You think so?”
