Tattooed Troublemaker - Elise Faber Page 0,30

his head and nipping at my jaw, his tongue flicking out to soothe the small hurt. “Mine, not fine.”

Thirty seconds later, my arm was bandaged.

Thirty seconds after that, he’d paused, mouth a hairsbreadth away from mine. “Still, okay?”

I wrapped my arms around his bare shoulders. “Still telling you to shut up and kiss me.”

A wicked grin, and his mouth was on mine, hand slipping behind my back and undoing my bra with a flick of his fingers. He kissed me until my lungs were screaming for oxygen, his tongue stroking mine, teeth and lips working in tandem, but even though I was lightheaded, I didn’t want him to stop. I could go on kissing Garret forever.

But he’d apparently reached his oxygen deprivation limit, or knew I was ready to pass out because his lips slipped from mine, sliding along my jaw, caressing my earlobe, and then drifting down.

My throat, my collarbone, my sternum.

And—oh look at that—my bra magically hit the floor.

A growl rumbled up through Garret’s chest, his eyes darkening as he stared at my bared breasts.

“Fucking perfect,” he said, cupping them in his slightly roughened palms.

I moaned, arching my spine, pressing them farther into his hands.

He took my invitation, dropping his lips to one hardened peak, sucking deeply, capturing the other between thumb and forefinger. Pleasure shot through my stomach, arrowing between my thighs and making my pussy clench, aching in its emptiness. My legs rose, wrapping around his hips, trying to pull him closer, but Garret wasn’t going to be rushed. He kept suckling at my breasts, making my head spin as much as it had when I’d been desperate for air, switching sides, free hand moving over my body and generally driving me insane.

I’d never had anything like this.

So intense, spiraling upward so quickly that I was halfway to orgasm.

Maybe it was because it had been so fucking long—

But I didn’t think so.

It was Garret. It was me. It was us together.

Sodium and water. A spark on dry tinder. A nuclear explosion—

Something else that quantified the fact that the two of us together was the most intense and pleasurable experience of my life.

But I didn’t have time to think on that.

Because he’d stopped kissing my breasts and was reaching for the button on my jeans.

My breath stalled when he slipped the button through the hole then slid down the zipper, but I didn’t hesitate when he lifted me to my feet and began tugging them down my legs. My hands tangled with his as we shoved them down, but when the fabric made it past my knees, he shifted and started in on my boots, unlacing them and pulling them from my feet in quick, efficient movements.

Thunk. Thunk.

They hit the floor.

A few quick tugs and my jeans followed suit.

Then I was standing in front of Garret, just wearing a boring pair of cotton panties, while he was half-naked with that glorious chest on display.

“Not fair,” I murmured, rubbing my finger down his flat abs and then figuring, what the hell, and using both hands to cup his pecs. And fuck yes, but those were two glorious handfuls.

“Mmm,” he groaned when I ran my fingernails over his nipples. “Are you—” He broke off on a curse when I leaned forward and sucked one into my mouth.

“Am I what?” I asked between kisses, as I made my way to his other side.

“Complaining because I don’t—” I used teeth, and this time he broke off into another groan, his fingers convulsing on my hips.

“Hmm?”

He tugged me up, encouraging me to wrap my legs around his waist. “You trying to torture me?”

I nipped his jaw. “The best kind of torture as far as I’m concerned.”

A flash of white teeth. “True,” he murmured, inhaling deeply. “But I was trying to ask if you’re complaining because I still have my pants on.”

I froze.

Then broke out into giggles.

I was about to have sex for the first time in almost a year with a man I was insanely attracted to, and he’d just basically asked if I wanted him to take his pants off.

So yes, my pussy was wet and aching, my lips swollen from his kisses, my nipples budding and wanting more of his mouth . . . and I was laughing.

That was the first time I registered the blip of panic.

Because this wasn’t just sex.

This was something more, something I couldn’t tangibly chalk up to desire, and yet, before the emotion could take hold and send me spiraling, I caught sight of Garret’s