sound would carry like it did.
“Maybe. But every time you touch me and you’re so scared about hurting me or getting some residual power or emotion you don’t want, you have no option but to put out a defensive power. When you relax with me, your touch is bliss.”
Was he right? Had she spent the past three years all alone because she was too terrified to trust in herself? If that was true, then maybe she didn’t need to be alone any more. She nuzzled into his neck. What if, just this once you trusted in yourself?
Feeling courageous, her body gliding over his, she pulled herself up so they met gaze-to-gaze and lip-to-lip. In that instant, she made a conscious decision she couldn’t turn back from and lowered her lips to his.
Fire spread from her lips to her toes as Garrett’s arms locked around her. His lips molded to hers, and his tongue didn’t wait for a formal invitation. Heat licked at her nerve endings as he kissed her, and she gave her body over to ever sensation.
One arm wrapped around her waist and the other buried in the hair at the nape of her neck, Garrett locked them together, but he didn’t flip them over and take ultimate control. She dug her hands into his hair and tugged lightly. Against her lips he muttered, “Fuck, Symone, you are so hot.”
Even though his hips rose insistently against her, he still made no move to take control. Then she understood. This time was about her. What she wanted. It was up to her to take what she needed from him.
Tugging again on his hair, she glowed with satisfaction as he growled deep in his throat. Sliding a hand down from his face, she explored his shoulder, feeling the knotted muscled beneath. He was built to fight and it showed. She lowered her exploitative hand to his pectoral and traced her thumb over his nipple. He hissed in response. With a grunt his hands abruptly shifted from her waist to her ass, palming her cheeks in his large, callused hands. All the while his lips devoured hers.
Feeling daring, she traced her thumb over his nipple again, this time teasing it with her nail in a light flick.
He threw his head back, gripping her ass so tight, she thought he’s rip her camos. “Jesus, Symone! You’re killing me.”
The surge of feminine power purred her on. “Is it the kind of death you always hoped for?”
“Better.” He puffed out three breaths. “I’m not sure which is hotter, what you’re doing, or how amped you’re getting from it. I’m picking up in the surge of power and God, it’s hot.”
On the final pass of her thumb, she pinched the budded tip, and he all but howled. Encouraged to keep on this path, she smoothed her hands over his chest, moving to his hardened abs, tracing each ridge of muscle with the pads of her fingers. She explored and memorized every inch of him.
He continued to brand her as his with searing kisses as he suckled her tongue and sipped at her lips. All the while never letting go of her ass.
When she traced a path to his hip bone, they both froze as if captured in a still photograph. Then in slow-motion, his hips rose incrementally as if guiding her to his desired destination. She slid a hand between them, wrapping her fingers around the length of him through his jeans.
He tensed and she smiled, pulling back to examine his expression. His teeth bit into his bottom lip and he’d thrown his head back. She pumped him once, and his body jerked. She pumped him twice, and he fisted a hand in her hair and dragged her head back.
“Careful, beautiful, you keep playing like that, and I’m likely to lose control.”
“That’s what I want, Garrett. If I’m losing control, I want the same thing from you.” She pumped the length of him again, and he cursed.
In a flurry of movement, he flipped her onto her back in a move so fluid, she’d barely noticed the movement. His hands flew to her waist and yanked her tank top over her breasts. Too impatient to even drag it over her head, he dove for her breasts and with tongue and teeth and lips, brought both her nipples to stiff beaks under her lace bra.
“God your breasts are a thing of beauty,” he mumbled as teased the tip of one with his teeth.
Symone gasped for breath as she