Page 71 of Yours to Catch


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For a brief moment, my gaze lifts to the mirrors overhead. His ass clenches with each powerful thrust. I move my legs, crossing my ankles against those sculpted globes. My teeth gnash to take a bite.

“You’re incredible,” I whisper.

“Me?” He chuckles. “This is all you, soulmate. I’m just the cock.”

“Who is very talented.”

Rather than respond, he tucks his face into the crook of my shoulder. I can hear him take a deep inhale of me. I feel joy curling his mouth against my throat. He plants a garden of kisses there. A shiver racks me from the onslaught. This man intoxicates me. He’s more inebriating than a dozen margaritas. I’m drunk off him and his well-oiled motions.

Garrett’s palms drift over my arms, lifting them above my head and interlocking our fingers. The mood shifts in a turbulent tide. What began as a carefree—albeit impulsive—hookup is gaining complications. His gaze never strays from mine. There’s an underlying yearning in his expression. The sight has me reaching for nonexistent restraint. It’s too intimate, but I can’t deny this is exactly what I want. Even if it’s just for tonight. Regret can scold me tomorrow.

Affection brims in his eyes as he watches me. “We should’ve done this from the start.”

I’m quick to agree with a nod. My voice is trapped behind the lust clouding reasonable logic. His thrusts become more potent. Each motion is electric. I quiver from the current zapping me.

His focus never wavers while he pumps into me. This isn’t meaningless sex. It’s the opposite, which terrifies me. How will our friendship survive after this? I hurl caution against the pink door, forcing those concerns to flee. Denial becomes an accomplice to this charade, but I can’t overlook his thoughtful actions. His thumb rubs along my knuckles. He’s being too gentle and caring. The concern crinkling his brow is when I crack.

“Are you okay?” He kisses away the stray tear that escapes.

I choke down the emotion in my throat. “Yes, this is just different from what I was expecting.”

Garrett’s smirk lacks its usual smugness. “It’s the same for me.”

Our passion blends into a synchronized routine. My toes curl against his calves. His mouth seeks mine. Our tongues tangle along with our desire. A swarm of hummingbirds race in my lower belly. He smiles into our kiss before pulling away.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. My ultimate distraction,” he murmurs.

My smile wobbles. “You’ve already charmed my panties off, overachiever.”

Garrett’s stoic expression breaks into a grin. “Damn, soulmate. You annihilate me.”

I swat his ass. “Finish us off before you perish.”

“Don’t worry. I’d never leave you unsatisfied.”

His smooth pace stumbles into a rush. The headboard knocks into the wall at a steady thump. Shivers skate down my spine as the edge nears. I press my nose to his throat and breathe deep. My lashes flutter shut. Even his scent wrecks me. Fresh pine, raw strength, and obliterated restraint consume me while he chases our tipping point.

He’s a pillar of seduction towering over me. Sex appeal oozes from his pores while he grinds his pelvis into mine. Each slap from him bottoming out strikes my clit just right. The consistent friction sends me spiraling. His consideration for my pleasure borders on obsessiveness. Not that I’m complaining. Just the opposite as another keen wail trips from me.

“What the lady wants”—he increases his speed—“she better hold on tight for.”

Before I can question the warning, his hands abandon mine to palm my ass. He lifts until he finds the desired tilt, then begins swiveling his hips. The elevated position allows his piercing to rub against a secret spot I was beginning to believe didn’t exist.

“Oh, shit,” I squeal.

“That’s right, baby. Let’s visit the stars.”

Static fills my ears like white noise. My pulse is a hammer, slamming in my veins for release. Convulsions spasm my entire body. A coil unwinds, spreading tingles in an outward rush. Bright light bursts from behind my clenched eyelids.

There’s a flicker of indecision where Garrett questions whether or not to pull out. At the last second, he thrusts deep and stills. Warmth spills inside of me.

I can’t determine where his peak ends and mine begins. There’s no separation. We become one in our simultaneous orgasms. I’m floating with only Garrett as a tether to reality. Or maybe he’s soaring in this dimension with me. We launch into the abyss where only his body jerking against mine exists.

The tension in his body deflates and he slumps over, tipping to the side to avoid crushing me. Loud creaks from the bed accompany his heavy movements. Garrett’s sated gaze latches onto mine, crinkling at the corners. That smile will be my downfall.

“We made an awful racket,” he rasps.

My grin matches his. “Good thing we’re alone on this floor.”

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