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Tears well in her eyes. "I worry about it so much," she whispers. "I can't lose him, Garrett."
I rise to my feet and circle around the table, lifting her into my arms. "You aren't going to lose him," I murmur, brushing away her tears. "I promise you that I won't allow that to happen."
It's a big promise to make, but I know her. I know how hard she works and how fiercely she loves her brother. She's the best thing for him. He flourishes in her carebecauseshe cares so much. That's something money can't buy. Not every kid is as fortunate. Kids like Lincoln may have whatever money can buy, but if asked, I think he'd change places with Todd in a heartbeat and take parents who show up and care over money. Most would.
"Okay." She takes a breath, putting herself back together. She's so damn strong, so brave. Fuck, I'm in awe of her.
"Are you still hungry?"
"Not really," she whispers.
"I want to kiss you again."
Her gaze drops to my mouth, her lips parting slightly. "Kiss me, Garrett," she pleads. "Please, kiss me."
I groan, willing to give her anything she wants. Anything at all.
SIX
CIARA
“I’ve been dreamingabout this moment since the first time I laid eyes on you,” Garrett whispers against my lips, and all my thoughts instantly evaporate. The hunger in his eyes should alarm me, but it has the opposite effect. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. “But we can slow things down if you aren’t ready.” Those words do scare me. I’m terrified he will stop and leave me hurting from my desire for him.
Words desert me and I shake my head vigorously, hoping to convey how much I really want this.
“If I were any more ready, I’d implode. Please don’t keep me waiting.”Great. Just make yourself seem like some experienced, needy woman who only wants him for physical satisfaction.
I’m about to backtrack and explain everything when he growls, “Thank God.”
His warm lips cover mine as his tongue presses into my mouth. My mind goes blank, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold him closer.
I lose track of time while he makes love to my mouth. When I return the favor and run my tongue around the inside of his mouth, he groans, “I’m at the absolute limit of my control. Either we stop now, or we go all the way.” He lets me slide down his muscular body, and the hardness tenting the front of his jeans expresses just how much he wants me.
In that instant, he seals his permanent hold on my heart when I realize he’s allowing me to control this crazy relationship between us.
“All the way, please. And hurry up before I self-combust.” I’ve never been this impatient, but I’m kinda liking the new “take charge” me.
“You won’t regret it.” He smiles and kisses the sensitive spot beneath my ear while backing me up. It’s only fifteen steps to my bed. Yes, I’ve counted. He nibbles on my collarbone, and my knees almost give out. Luckily, my tiny double bed is right behind me, and I sag back onto it. Leaning up on my elbows, I watch while Garrett reaches down to pull his polo shirt free of his jeans.
My mouth goes dry as I watch him pull it over his head and drop it to the floor. Oh, man. I’ve seen his muscular chest through the thin t-shirts he wears to practice, but it’s even more impressive up close and personal.
I’m busy counting all the ridges of muscle and miss when he unhooks his belt and jeans. When he does a little wiggle and pushes his jeans down his legs, the sight of his gorgeous body grabs my attention.
My eyes widen and I bite my lip as my breathing accelerates. My innate shyness urges me to look away from the sight of him standing in my small pink bedroom wearing just a pair of tight boxer briefs, but I fight the urge to let my shyness win. He looks up into my eyes and winks. “I love feeling your eyes moving over my body.”
Forgetting about my reluctance, I sit up and reach for him. “Can my hands move over it, too?”
“Hell fucking yes, you can touch me anytime,” he growls and brings my hand to the front of his underwear. As I softly examine every inch of the hard erection, a tremor passes through his massive frame. “I take that back,” he groans and steps back. “I’m about to embarrass myself if you keep doing that. You can touch me once I’ve had you two or three times.”
“Two or three times? Tonight?” Does that really happen? The only experience I have with this is the spicy books I read when I have a free moment.
“No, not tonight.” He steps close and wraps his hand around my face, bringing my eyes to his. “But we can work up to it.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “I’m willing to practice however long it takes until we can manage it.”
“Practice and hard work make us the best we can be.” It’s a phrase I’ve heard him use with the football players. He smiles down at me as I quote his line.
“Lots and lots of practice. We better get to work.”
He reaches for my t-shirt and drags it over my head before leaning over to run his tongue over the lacy material of my bra. My eyes close as I fall back onto my soft pink comforter. Fireworks explode behind my closed eyelids when he gently bites down on my nipple through the wet fabric.
