jeans, and he all but ripped off the button in an effort to get to her skin.
Yanking down her pants he slid back up her body and wedged a knee between her thighs. “I assume since you’re self-healing we don’t have to have the diseases conversation. I have a condom, but I’ve been dying to feel you against my cock since the first time you touched me.”
She blinked at him rapidly, her tongue peeking out to moisten her lips. She opened her mouth to speak, and he halted her words with a kiss. “Shh. I just want to make you feel good. Will you let me?”
She trembled underneath him even as she nodded. Against his thigh, he could feel the moisture of her slick core through her panties. He tried not to think about how soft she would be. He needed to go slow. His cock, on the other hand, had a mind of its own and pulsed against her thigh.
He gave her a peck on the lips before tracing feather-light kisses along her jaw. When he nuzzled her neck, she giggled. When he went from muzzling to nibbling, she moaned. His hands enjoyed free reign of her breasts, testing the weight of the full globes, teasing the tight buds to pucker. Her hips rose to meet his every time he tugged on one of the dark tips.
Garrett placed open-mouthed kisses on her clavicle and her chest. Eventually making his way to her breasts. But no matter how much she shifted, he didn’t kiss her nipples. Not even when her hands tied to pull his head to the dark tips. Though he wanted to taste the chocolate-covered cinnamon tips again, there was somewhere else he needed to be.
His lips continued a path down her ribs to her belly button. When the tip of his tongue dipped into the tiny crevice, she parted her thighs on an exhale.
Symone dug her hands into his hair when he kissed his way to the top of her mound. He knew beneath the soft curls, he’d find what he’d been waiting for.
Lifting his head, he watched her expression as he parted her slick folds with his thumb. She widened her legs and transferred her hands to dig at the sheets. Gently circling the nub of her clitoris with his thumb, he eased one finger into her slick, dewy channel. Immediately, her muscles clenched around his finger, and a tingle started at the base of his spine. Shit. All he was doing was touching her, and he was already so near coming. He tried breathing deep and focusing on her pleasure. He could wait.
Slowly, his finger retreated then entered her again. When she exhaled, she whispered his name. The soft Garrett filled the silence in the cabin. All he wanted was to hear her say it again. He slid his finger inside her again with an achingly slow retreat, and she whispered, “Oh, God.”
When he slid two fingers in, she stilled, and he paused to give her a chance to get used to the motions. She didn’t like his consideration. “Why are you stopping?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want—” She frowned. “I don’t know what I want, but I know I need you.”
He bit back a curse as he kissed her thigh. “You’re not ready yet.”
With slow precise motions, she rotated her hips under his hands, coating his fingers with her juices. “I’m ready. If you just—”
With her hips doing half the work, Garrett began moving his fingers again. Gently making love to her while his thumb stroked her pleasure button. Her hips began to move in time with increasing tempo. She rode his fingers, and Garrett was mesmerized, by the pink flesh of her core surrounding his fingers. The surge of need nearly blinded him, and he hastily removed his fingers, ignoring the protest from her, and instead, replaced them with his tongue.
Symone gasped and sat up in the bed, but he didn’t stop, just held her legs wide, splaying her softness to him. While his thumbs parted her folds, he lapped at the sensitive flesh as she quivered around his tongue. The more he lapped at her, the wetter she became. She tasted sweet and spicy like her scent suggested, and the combination was heady.
Garrett could tell the moment she gave into the sensations. She lay back against the sheets and held his head in place while trying to widen her thighs. Tracing circles around her clit with his tongue, he drove her