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He slipped beneath the lace, swiping a digit along her folds. Electricity shot through her body and lights flashed behind her eyes, consuming her sight.
“God, you’re wet.” He swiped again and then thrust into her. She gasped at the sweet intrusion. Her hips pushed into his palm, searching for release. His mouth found hers, and his tongue moved in sync with his finger.
Tiny bubbles of pleasure burst, trickling through her until her entire body was consumed. She cried out, her head falling back. Garrett shifted, spreading her legs and touching his tongue to her clit. Her hands slammed into the mattress, the pleasure almost too much to bear. She gripped the comforter, searching for purchase.
Garrett’s hand landed on her stomach, holding her in place. His tongue swirled around the bundle of nerves, sending a new wave of sensations crashing into her. His mouth and hand worked in tandem, bringing her to the brink and easing her back just before she could fall over the edge.
“Garrett, please.” Her body bucked against him, loving every touch and swipe, but needing more.
He sucked her clit, and her body shuddered. Before she could plunge into the depth of her orgasm, he withdrew.
“I’m going to kill you,” she muttered.
“Don’t do that. You’ll ruin the fun.” He winked, then leaned over the bed to his nightstand, grabbing a box of unopened condoms. It was stupid, but the fact that they were unopened filled her with happiness.
He stood, shoving his pants to his ankles. His cock sprang free, only adding to his perfection. She bit her lip at the girth as he took the engorged flesh into his hand and rolled the condom into place.
His knee pressed in between her legs as his bulk came over her. She kissed his shoulder, then his neck, following the black ink that snaked up his skin. His forehead rested against hers, their eyes catching and holding.
Her insecurities searched for disapproval, but all she found was desire. Her soul ventured farther, looking for a connection, afraid she’d imagined it, afraid that whatever was happening between them was nothing more than an illusion.
He positioned his cock against her wet center, his eyes never leaving hers. “You sure?” he asked again.
“Garrett, fuck me,” she said with all the confidence she could muster.
With a rock of his hips, he pushed into her. Pleasure erupted, shooting fire. Flames of ecstasy lapped at her core, driving her to the edge. This time, Garrett didn’t stop. He pumped into her, guiding her to the cliff. He held her gaze, his eyes a beacon of everything she was missing in her life, everything she shamefully didn’t think she needed.
She saw straight into his soul. He bore it in front of her, letting her in like no man ever had. It was beautiful, and those pesky tears wanted to spill out in relief, but she held them back. Instead, she focused on the pleasure, on the path Garrett was taking her. Tiny sparks turned into explosions, erupting into pure bliss as she careened over the edge.
Cries tore from her throat, and Garrett’s forehead came to hers, his eyes still locked on hers. The intensity of his gaze was in straight competition with the intensity of her orgasm.
Her body shook with aftershocks. Garrett brushed her hair behind her ear, and his thrusts slowed, creating a mind-numbing friction that had her easing into the pool of contentment at the bottom of the cliff.
He kissed her, his mouth demanding yet gentle, and she melted into the kiss, letting him continue to guide her. She realized then, that as someone who no longer trusted anyone, she trusted him completely.
She worked her hands into his hair, showing him her gratitude with her lips. His finger found her clit, and he rubbed circles until she was cresting the edge again. He thrust once, twice, and the world exploded. He tightened inside of her, his body jolting with his release as they both fell together.
Chapter 7
Garrett’s phone rang, bringing him back to reality. He kissed Harley before rolling over and finding his pants on the floor. He retrieved his phone and sighed when he saw Mom flashing on the screen. “I’m sorry. It's my mother, and if I don’t answer, she’ll keep calling until I do.”
Harley sat up, resting against the headboard. “You really are a mama’s boy, huh?”
“Not by choice.”
“Answer. I’m going to bask in this after-orgasm bliss.” She winked, and his dick jumped. He glanced down, surprised the damn thing was still standing at attention. He removed the condom, then answered the phone.
“Yeah Mom, how’s your trip?”
“Why do you sound out of breath?”
He rolled his eyes. “I left my phone in the other room and jogged to get it.”
“For someone who works out as much as you do, you shouldn’t be winded from a tiny jog. Maybe you should go see the doctor.”
“Mom, I’m fine. How’s the cruise?”
“It’s…” He braced himself, waiting for the string of complaints. “Nice.”
