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“You make me crazy.” Garret’s palms slid over her back, cupped her rump and squeezed. He kissed her, hard and fast and with dizzying thoroughness. By the time Garret raised his head, she stood dazed, knees weak and wobbly, while he shucked his pants and underwear and gently pushed her backward until she sat on the edge of the king-size bed.
Kneeling on the floor in front of her with an appreciative leer, Garret arranged her just so, her legs on either side of him. Holding her gaze, his hands roamed. Her shoulders, the valley between her breasts. Her thighs. Back up again. Changing course, his fingers plucked at her nipples and rolled, drawing a sharp gasp from her because of the corresponding spear of desire that shot from her chest to her womb.
Garret leaned forward and fastened his lips over hers, leaving her awash with need. His stomach pressed against her warmth, and he slid an arm around her hips to pull her into closer contact, rubbing, teasing. Darcy squeezed her knees tight against his ribs to hold on to the sensation.
He trailed his lips lower, across the curve of her belly, lower, watching her with his passion-darkened gaze. Her heart pounded out of control, each breath harder to catch than the last because of the way he looked at her, unwavering as he pressed kiss after kiss lower over her stomach. Her belly button. Her thighs. She waited, never realizing how sensual it was to—
She gasped when he kissed her there, moaned because he stroked and laved, and pleasure overtook her until she couldn’t think at all. Her hips lifted into the strokes, her lips parted to take in more air, and slowly, so slowly, her body began to tighten. Garret’s excitement was tangible as he watched her responding to him, and she embraced the moment. Another stroke, two. Slow, decadent drags of his tongue in just the right spot that sent her skyward with a broken cry.
Time passed, she wasn’t sure if it was seconds or minutes, but she slowly became aware of Garret’s words of praise as he kissed his way back up her body.
“Beautiful. So beautiful.”
She was vaguely aware of Garret moving onto the bed, using the bottle of lubricant generously to better ease his way. She caught her breath at the feel of him, the ridge of him inside her, a bit more, then tightness.
His breath rushed out of his chest. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, eyes closed due to the sensations bombarding her. He felt so good. So right. Like two halves of a whole. Tears stung, and she blinked rapidly.
“Darcy—Sweetheart.”
“Don’t stop.”
“I don’t want to hur—”
“You’re not. I’m just…happy.” She managed a watery smile. “I’mhappy,” she repeated with a laugh. “I never thought I’d have this. You.I love you.”
She caught her breath when she saw the sheen of tears in his eyes before he closed them, felt the trembling inside him that revealed so much. He took her mouth in a powerful kiss, his hips moving in rocking motions, back and forth, until she slowly eased him all the way inside. They both groaned at the pressure, the sensation of him buried deep for the first time.
Garret kissed her, then set about pleasuring her all over again. She was amazed by the depth and breadth of this experience versus those of her past, relished the awareness because she knew she’d never treat Garret’s love lightly having craved this for so long.
“Sweetheart, please. Ahh, you’re killing me.”
She smiled, lifted her knees around his hips and drove him deeper, tightened around him and pushed him over the edge. She savored his groans and the heat of his breath, the way he clutched her to him and held her like she was the most beautiful woman on earth—and she climaxed again.
Amazing.
She smiled up at the ceiling, her fingers in his hair, her mouth against his skin.Amazing.But then with Garret she’d come to expect nothing less. Garret and Elizabeth, her new family; they just proved that fairy tales could come true.
