Gulping, I looked up at a pissed off Garrett. “How many people did you bring home with you?”
Throwing a dirty look over his shoulder, he muttered, “One would be too many, but ten has me thinking I should’ve called first.”
“I was going to seduce you,” I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest. “Now you’ve ruined it.”
The expression on his face changed from pissed to heated to amused, and then he started walking toward me slowly, closing the door behind him. When he got to me, he squeezed in between my thighs and pulled me forward so that my crotch was pressed up against his.
“Baby, as much as I love seeing you like this, you don’t have to put on a show to seduce me.”
It was like every ounce of smartness and brain function was sucked out of me. “I don’t?”
Closing the inch that separated our mouths, he whispered, “No, you don’t. You just have to look like you, and I’m all yours.”
Then he kissed me, not going for the usual nibbles and sweeping kisses but jumping right into a full-on hot make-out session. When he pulled back, I whimpered at the loss of his mouth.
Kissing his way across my cheek to my ear, he mumbled, “What were you seducing me for, pretty girl?”
“I don’t know,” I breathed, the only thought I had focused on what he was doing with his body at that moment.
His mouth was working my neck, his hands cupping both breasts and breezing his thumbs over my nipples with the lace between us, his crotch grinding against mine… How would anyone think of anything else in my shoes? Or panties, seeing as how I wasn’t wearing any shoes.
“You just wanted to seduce me, baby?”
It was like truth serum because apparently, my brain was as much of a slut as my fandola, and it sang like a canary with the information I couldn’t have recalled if you paid me right then. “I wanted to know what you were keeping a secret,” I muttered, my head dropping back as he latched on my neck at the same time as pinching one of my nipples.
“I see. And you wanted to tease me?” he rasped, one of his hands trailing down my stomach to my panties, slipping under the elasticated waistband and moving so that he could swipe my clit gently with the tip of a finger. “Drive me insane?” he did it again, stopping to slowly circle it before his finger moved away. “Make me desperate for you and get the information out of me?”
This time his finger moved farther down until it was at my entrance, and then he slowly pushed it into me.
Wrapping my legs around his hips, I leaned back slightly to give him better access. “I think so, but I don’t know for sure anymore.”
Pulling the lace on the cup over the boob that he was still playing with under it, he leaned down and flicked it with his tongue.
“Am I doing it right, baby? Is this what you want?” he asked as he rotated his finger inside me, hitting the spot that drove me out of my mind every time he touched it. “Or would you rather I did this?” He added another finger and started rubbing right on the same place as he sucked my nipple hard.
The sensations of all of it were enough to have my legs shaking and my mouth running away from me. “I love you, Garrett, and I…”
I never got the last bit out because as soon as I told him how I felt, the orgasm that’d been building hit me hard enough to make me scream. Fortunately, he still had the ability to be smart, so he caught most of it in his mouth, saving me from embarrassing myself in front of the people waiting for us in the living room.
That didn’t mean he didn’t draw that sucker out for as long as he could, though. No, he rubbed inside me while his thumb did the same on my clit until I couldn’t take anymore and had to plead for mercy.
Pulling his fingers out of me, he lifted them to his mouth and sucked them in, his eyes closing as he groaned. If I’d heard of someone doing that, I’d probably have felt kind of nauseous at the thought. But seeing Garrett do it had me almost melting off the counter into a puddle at his feet.
It. Was. Fucking. Hot.
“Every time I taste you, I try to think of something I want more than I want you. Know what I discovered?” When I shook my head, still unable to function enough to talk, he leaned in and rubbed his nose along the side of mine. “There’s nothing I want more than you. That means I’m going to do everything I can to keep you safe, even if I don’t tell you things until I have enough information not to freak you out. You’re everything to me, and I don’t say that lightly.”