Chapter Five
Shelby woke up the next morning to the sound of rain pounding against the bedroom window. She and Garrett hadn’t bothered shutting the curtains last night, and she turned her head and watched as fat raindrops streaked down the glass. Looked like the heat wave had finally broken.
The heat level between the sheets, however, was still at record-breaking levels.
“Don’t you ever stop to rest?” she asked as Garrett slid one warm hand underneath her panties and teased her clit with his fingers.
“Nope.” He snuggled closer to her, looking ridiculously adorable with his dark hair tousled from sleep and his brown eyes twinkling with mischief.
She still couldn’t believe he’d stayed the entire night. Somehow she’d been expecting him to freak out or something, decide he’d made a mistake by sleeping with her and jump out of bed in horror. She thought she’d wake up to find his side of the bed empty, the imprint of his body the only sign that he’d actually been there.
But here he was. Playful and awake and not in the least bit remorseful about what they’d done. It was obvious the only remorse he felt was over the fact that she was still wearing panties, but he quickly took care of that.
“We should really get up,” she said reluctantly as his fingers continued their exploration.
He grabbed her hand and dragged it to his crotch. “I’m already up.”
A jolt of desire shook her body when she felt his hard-on. Oh yeah. He was definitely up.
She curled her fingers over his shaft and slowly began to stroke him, all the while wondering what had come over her. The alarm clock on her nightstand read nine a.m. She had an entire refrigerator of cakes that needed to be delivered, and yet she couldn’t stop touching Garrett, couldn’t dissuade her body from responding to those talented fingers of
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his and the way his thumb circled her clit and… Screw the cakes. Who needed so much sugar this early anyway?
She kicked the tangle of bedcovers off her legs and climbed onto his lap. “Fine. You talked me into it.”
Laughing, he reached up and cupped her chin. His warm hands pulled her face toward his. A second later his lips covered hers. The kiss was gentle, a flick of tongue, a nip of teeth, and then he moved his mouth to her neck and lightly sucked on her skin.
Heat curled inside her, then spread through her body, leaving sizzling shivers in its wake. Garrett’s morning stubble chafed her skin but the small abrasions only turned her on more. She loved his rough masculinity.
“God, I don’t know how I went a whole year without touching you,” he groaned into her neck, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist.
She inhaled the spicy scent of him, threaded her fingers through his hair and forced his mouth back to hers. This time his kiss was loaded with hunger and she responded eagerly, pushing her tongue into his mouth and savoring the taste of him. She’d never experienced kisses like this before, hot and hurried and so damn erotic that even her tongue began to tingle.
Leaving one hand on her hips, he moved the other around and lowered it between her legs. Never breaking the kiss, he stroked her deftly, massaged her clit, and then pushed a finger inside her, until the dull ache of desire filled her veins and her thighs trembled.
“No, not yet,” she breathed, trying to push his hand away. “I want you inside me.”
She reached for the nightstand, where a lone condom sat, just waiting to be torn open. She was suddenly grateful she hadn’t let Garrett use it when he’d woken her up with a kiss in the middle of the night. Carson had only had two condoms in his wallet, and since she’d wanted to conserve them she’d rewarded Garrett’s wake-up kiss with a blowjob that would go down in history—no pun intended—and now she was glad she’d had the foresight to be condom-stingy.
“You’re a sex maniac,” Garrett teased as she ripped the corner of the packet and practically threw the condom at him.
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“Look at who I’ve got in my bed. I waited a year for you too, you know.”
He rolled the latex over his impressive hard-on, tilting his head as he said, “I still can’t believe I missed all those signals you were sending.” His hand moved back between her thighs and he groaned when he felt how wet she was. “We could’ve been doing this ages ago.”
She straddled him again and guided his cock where she wanted it. “Sure, but don’t you think it was worth the wait?”
He thrust upwards. “Oh yeah.”
God, she didn’t think she’d ever get used to having him buried inside her. It felt so good, so right.
She whimpered when he withdrew, wiggled around in an attempt to bring him back where he belonged, but he wouldn’t let her. Chuckling softly, he flipped her onto her back and took control, teasing her opening with the tip of his cock.