“Oh, I know.” I gave him an obvious once-over and bit my lip. “Although you’re wearing a bit too much clothing.”
“Am I?” He flicked open the button on his jeans. “Is it the socks?”
“Yeah, lose the socks.”
He slid his zipper down instead, revealing black boxer briefs and the thick ridge of him pressing against the cotton. “Only the socks?”
“You’re killing me again.”
“I’m such a bad bodyguard.”
“Awful.”
“What if I did this?” He pushed down his jeans, leaving the underwear in place. With his pants and then socks off, he was as bare as he’d been in Tristan’s kitchen. Although tonight, his cock was very obviously in the room with us.
“More.”
He tucked his hand inside his underwear and stroked himself as he moved closer. “I’ve fantasized about you.”
Really?
“About what you’d taste like.” He licked his lips and stopped at the edge of the bed. “What your mouth would feel like on my dick.”
I tried to swallow hard, but my mouth had gone dry.
“How wet your pussy would be for me.”
Very wet, Garrett. Very, very wet.
He shed his underwear and holywow. I’d felt him through his clothes. On the train, when I’d been on his lap, and he’d been hard underneath me, I’d had a pretty good idea of what I was dealing with. But seeing him so thick and ready, the head of his cock already wet at the tip, straining toward me like his body couldn’t help itself?
“Wow,” I breathed.
“Thanks.” He crawled onto the bed, and I filed the image away for future reference. Forextensivefuture reference. He settled between my thighs, hovering over me. “Last chance, sunshine.”
Sunshine?I almost died again. Smartly, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer. “Stop asking questions and put the condom on.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He grabbed the strip of three, tore one off, and opened it. Kneeling between my legs, he rolled it over his cock, his jaw tightening at his own touch in a way that made my mouth water. He leaned over me, his cock hot and hard againstmy entrance, sliding through the slick of me without pushing in. Instead of taking me, he kissed me again.
Still slow, as though he was having as hard a time believing this was real as I was. As though underneath the scowls and the glares, he’d really been fantasizing about being with me. Itwasjust a sex thing, right? Fall in lust with your protector? Nothing more than brain chemistry, like he’d said?
When he pushed inside me, I gasped. He was thick, and the stretch was so delicious every rational thought in my brain evaporated. Nothing else in the world mattered except the overwhelming sensation of him filling me up while his forehead dropped to mine.
“Wetter than I’d imagined.” His voice was rough and husky in my ear as he pulled almost all the way out, then eased back in. “And so fucking tight.”
“Oh my god,” I groaned. “You feel so good.”
And then. He started to move.
Long, slow strokes at first, like he was testing the waters. Like he was savoring every inch of his cock driving into me.
Slow could wait until later. I dug my nails into his shoulders and pulled him closer, urged him faster, chasing the pleasure building low in my belly. “Harder, Garrett.”
“Fuck yeah.” He gave me harder. Tucked an arm under me and shoved us further up the bed on a slow stroke. He barely lost his rhythm, shifting his angle and his weight until he hit the spot that made me see stars, and then he hit it again. And again. And again.
“Tell me,” he rasped against my neck. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Good. So good. I want more.”
