Just Once More.... Mira Lyn Kelly
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the rough stroke of his tongue, the taste of him. Decadent and delicious.
Yes!
He thrust again and she closed around him, sucking softly in an urgent, needy plea. Begging him for more. For all.
He pressed into her hips, so the steely thick ridge of his erection nudged firm against her belly. It was a hint. A taunt. A tease that left her whimpering as she tried to squirm closer. Take what she needed.
And then her back was against the wall and his hands were sliding across her bottom, strong fingers splaying wide as they pushed down the backs of her thighs past the hem of her sundress. Each point of contact became a bruising demand as they guided her legs around him, positioning her so his hot length met her center with a rolling pressure just exactly right.
“Garrett—oh, God, like that,” she gasped, her words taking on an insistent quality, warning of a total loss of control.
Garrett did it again and again until desire lanced her core.
Her legs tightened with her fists in his hair, and the low growl vibrating between them was his. “I need to get inside you, baby.”
His hands released their hold on her hips, letting her legs slip down the heavy slabs of his thighs until her feet touched the floor.
“Yes, please.” Her eyes were trailing up and down his body, her mind plotting the fastest way to rid him of his clothes, working justifications on which ones weren’t critical in the removal process. Because really all she needed was him sitting on that bed, his fly open and boxers pushed down. Oh, God.
A shudder ripped through her at the mental image alone.
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw they were mere feet from her room. Her bed. From her half-clothed, full-penetration, hard-and-fast-and-finally fantasy.
Dragging her eyes back to his, she whispered, “I can’t wait anymore.”
She pulled at Garrett’s belt with greedy, shaking hands and, unbuckling it, used the tongue to lead him the rest of the way.
At her bed, she caught the sides of her skirt in each hand and pulled the dress over her head, tossing it to the floor.
Garrett froze, his own shirt caught over one shoulder as he stared down at her, naked but for white cotton bikini panties.
Her thumbs pushed into the delicate waistband, pushing them down.
Fabric ripped and buttons bounced across the floor, followed by the tattered remnants of Garrett’s shirt. The denim of his jeans put up a better defense, but soon it too was piled in a heap and her back was hitting the mattress as Garrett followed her down, kissing her hard all the way, his body covering hers in a tease of flesh against flesh before he broke away to sheath himself.
And then his thick head was nudging at her opening as his blue eyes held with hers. All the urgency and frantic need slipped away as, slowly, he pushed inside. Easing in and out by incremental degrees as her body stretched to accommodate the greater size of his. The cost of his restraint and his care was etched in all the lines of his face until, at last, he sank deep, filling the snug hold of her body.
Her lips parted on a fragile gasp that was decadent torture and supreme satisfaction all in one. So totally, incomparably worth the wait.
She wanted to stay like that forever, with him buried so thick and deep within her that she felt his every breath and heartbeat in the most intimate, erotic way—something Garrett seemed to be in agreement with as he held himself on straightened arms, staring down into her eyes with a look that made her feel like the sunset he’d waited years to see.
Without thought her hands went to his face, the light stubble a tender scrape beneath her fingers. “You’re every fantasy I never dared to dream.”
Garrett’s smile was satisfied and wanting all at once. “I don’t think you have enough fantasies, sweetheart.”
“Then maybe you’ll give me some more.”
His hips began to move and his eyes took on an intensity she never could have fathomed. “Starting now, Nichole.”
Nichole collapsed on the bed. Her limbs weak and useless. Her mind spinning over the events of the last few hours.
Even now her belly curled in and on to itself at the memory. So. Unbelievably. Good.
The kind of good a girl could get used to. Spoiled by. Caught up in.
Summoning all her strength, she turned her head on her pillow to look at Garrett, who’d collapsed beside her. He was staring at the ceiling, his breath working in and out of his chest in ragged draws.
He really had done most of the work.
She thought back to the chair. Maybe seventy-five percent.
The hallway. Okay, eighty-five. God, that had been so good.
And she must have purred her approval too, because Garrett’s brows edged up as he looked over at her, that arrogantly satisfied smile stamped across his mouth. “Something on your mind?”
No sense in denying it. “The hall.”
His lids went to half-mast. His voice even lower. “The hall.”
And then he was reaching for her, pulling her in with arms so big and strong she felt as though she were thin as a wisp and lighter than air rather than the flesh-and-blood real woman she was. Another decadent sensation.
Leaning in to taste her lips once, then once more, but this time slow and lingering with a low, rumbling groan finish, Garrett looked deeply into her eyes.
“So there’s something I’d like to try, if you’re up for it. You know—feeling … experimental and all.” His gaze dropped to her mouth. “It’s something I’ve never done before.”
Nichole blinked, thoughts of the last handful of hours running through her mind like a PowerPoint presentation for Experimental 101.
Something even Garrett hadn’t tried?
Her heart skipped and a flutter of genuine nerves pulled her too-loose limbs back into working order. “Um … I’m not saying no … yet. But … um … Garrett, what exactly are you talking about … exactly?”
He pulled her closer still, so she ended up lying on top of him, and let out a long breath. “Seriously, only if you’re into it, Nichole. Only if you really think you can handle it.”
She swallowed. “Just tell me.”
Garrett drew her head toward his and whispered in her ear, “I’d like to spend the night. Stay. Sleep here with you.”
Nichole reared back, planting her hands over his wide chest and tucking her knees at either side of his ribs.
“You!” She laughed on a rush of breath. “I can’t believe you—you know what—” But then all she could do was laugh, looking down into Mr. All-Innocence’s smirking face. “You’re bad.”
Hands coasting up her bare legs, over her hips and back down again, he answered, “Like there was ever any question … But maybe not quite as bad as you assumed.”
“No. Not at all.” The teasing fell away and reality settled around her. He was asking her for something serious, disguising it behind laughter and games.
“You’ve really never slept over at a woman’s place before?”
“No.”
This time it wasn’t nerves running through her but something else. Something warmer. Something she was certain was still just this side of okay in terms of the whole caring-while-keeping-it-casual deal they’d struck.
Leaning forward, so this time she was the one whispering in his ear, she said, “Don’t worry. Since this is your first time I promise to be gentle.”