Page 69 of Trick or Tease

“This is it,” Sabrina said, moving toward the window. “This is perfect. We could set up the fan here, hang some gauzy fabric, and⁠—”

She stopped abruptly, and I nearly collided with her. We were standing in the doorway together, my chest pressed against her back, when she suddenly spun around to face me.

And that was it.

The last of my self-control gave way and my mouth crashed against hers.

25

SABRINA

Iwas lost the moment his lips touched mine. It wasn’t like the tentative kiss in the barn. It was desperate, hungry, like we’d both been holding our breath for days and could finally exhale. I knew without a doubt that this time it was happening. I could feel it. Taste it on his tongue.

I pulled him closer as he backed me against the dusty wall.

“God, Sabrina,” he breathed against my mouth, his hands tangling in my hair. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Then don’t stop,” I whispered, already working at the buttons of his shirt. “Don’t you dare stop this time.”

His laugh was rough and low. “Here? In this old house?”

“Here,” I confirmed, tugging his shirt free from his jeans. “Right here, right now.”

The rational part of my brain knew this was insane. We were in an abandoned house that could collapse at any moment, with dust, cobwebs and god knew what else, But I didn’t care. I’d wanted this—wanted him—for too long to let logic get in the way now.

Garrett’s shirt hit the floor. I ran my hands over his chest, marveling at the solid warmth of him. He groaned when I found a sensitive spot just below his collarbone. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave marks.

“Your turn,” he said, his voice rough with need as he reached for the hem of my T-shirt.

I raised my arms, letting him pull my shirt over my head. His eyes went dark as he took in the sight of me in my bra. At least it was one of my prettier ones. Yesterday had been unexpected. Today when I dressed, I made sure I was wearing my sexy thong and matching bra just in case.

I was so glad I did. I felt beautiful under his gaze. Not like the polished city women he was probably used to, but beautiful in my own way.

“Perfect,” he murmured, tracing the line of my bra with one finger. “You’re perfect.”

I fumbled with his belt buckle while he unhooked my bra, both of us breathing hard in the dusty silence. When his jeans hit the floor, followed quickly by my own, we were left standing in our underwear, staring at each other in the dim light.

“We need something to lie on,” I said practically, even as my body ached for him. The old floorboards were rough and covered in decades of dust. “I am not getting splinters in my knees.”

He chuckled. “Me either.”

Without hesitation, Garrett gathered our discarded clothes, spreading them out on the floor like a makeshift blanket. His shirt, my jeans, everything layered together to create a barrier between us and the ancient wood.

“Come here,” he said, reaching for me.

I went willingly, letting him pull me down onto our improvised bed. The clothes weren’t soft, but they kept my ass and back from making direct contact with the dusty floor.

Garrett’s mouth covered mine again. I could feel the passion rolling off him in waves, his hands roaming my body, seeking out all my secret places.

I wanted more. Everything. I wrapped my legs around his hips, bringing him as close as possible. Skin on skin. We were both gasping with the effort to breathe when he broke away from my mouth. “Are you sure about this?” he asked roughly.

I nodded emphatically, pushing up onto my elbows to get closer. “Trust me,” I said, my voice shaky with desire. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

I wrapped my arms around him as tight as I could. My fingers traced the lines of his back muscles. His lips were so soft and delicious. I loved kissing the man.

Garrett groaned into the kiss and then he pulled back slightly, looking down at me with dark eyes that made me shiver with excitement. “You are so damn beautiful,” he murmured before lowering his head to capture one sensitive nipple between his lips.

I arched into him, unable to contain the whimper of pleasure that escaped me. His hands roamed lower, until he found what he was looking for. His fingers traced over the scrap of fabric covering me.