A Beautiful Lie (Playing with Fire #1)(56)

Still holding himself up on his elbow behind her, Garrett slipped his hand under the blanket, immediately feeling warm skin where the cloth had fallen open. Garrett tugged at the towel that was bunched between them as Parker lifted up enough for it to be pulled out from under her, and then she heard the sound of it being thrown across the room. Garrett’s hand came back to its spot on her hip under the covers and leaned his head down, gently sucking her ear lobe into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around it in his closed mouth. His hand slid to the smooth skin of her stomach and pulled her body back until his chest touched the bare skin of her back and his towel was the only thing that separated his hardness from her softness.

Parker kept her eyes closed and enjoyed the sensations of Garrett pressing his body into hers. She could feel how hard he was and an ache spread between her legs, knowing there was only a thin piece of cotton that separated them. With a slide of the towel and a thrust of his hips, he could be pushing himself into her waiting heat. That thought and the things he was doing to her ear with his mouth and tongue made her push back against him.

Garrett groaned as Parker slid against him, the feel of her completely naked body threatening to undo him. He removed his arm from around her waist now that she was securely pressed into him. His palm rested on the curve of her hip, and he looked down into the profile of her beautiful face.

“Say it,” he whispered against her ear as his tongue licked the edge of her lobe.

Parker shuddered against him. She knew exactly why he instructed her the way he did. He was giving her an out. He was letting her know that she could stop everything right now if she wasn’t comfortable. If she didn’t say anything, they would probably just go forward with the plan of pretending and make a bunch of noise in an attempt to satisfy the walls that had ears. If she spoke, if she confirmed her needs, nothing would need to be faked. Garrett would make sure of that. With two simple words, he had let her know that he was all in and would do whatever she asked. He had given the control back to her, knowing she was floundering without it.

Parker immediately forgot about their audience, forgot about where they were and what lines they were crossing with each other and just let her mind and body be taken over by Garrett.

Garrett held his breath and kept his mouth against Parker’s ear, waiting for her reply. If she didn’t say anything, their friendship would remain exactly like it was and once this mission was over, they’d go back to living their lives and forget how close they’d come to hurtling themselves off the edge of a cliff. If she spoke, if she voiced the words Garrett had longed to hear, since the day he met her, he would gladly take her hand and jump.

Parker brought her arm up and reached behind her so she could run her fingers through Garrett’s hair. She pulled his head down to her neck and voiced her decision at the same time.

“Touch me,” she whispered as his lips attached to her neck. “Please.”

Garrett let out a groan of relief as he sucked and licked every inch of Parker’s neck and slid his hand down her hip and over her smooth thigh. He let his hand dip between her legs and gently pulled the top one back and over his hip, opening her to him.

Parker’s heart beat a frenzied rhythm in her chest. She was bare and wide open for him and panting with the need to feel his hands on her, inside of her, and claiming her once and for all.

Garrett’s hand resting on her knee slowly slipped back down the inside of her thigh. He stopped when his fingers came in contact with her smooth lips, and he swallowed thickly. He knew there was no turning back from this point. And right now he didn’t care.

He removed his hand from her inner thigh, and Parker moaned in protest. Before she could tell him to keep going, he came back to her, cupping the heat between her legs. He kept his palm flat against her, the heel of his hand pressing down on her most sensitive area, his fingers ghosting over the wetness that pooled around her opening. Parker’s hips jerked automatically at the feel of his warm hand against her, forcing the tip of his middle finger to just barely enter her.

Garrett and Parker both stopped all movement and held perfectly still. The anticipation was enough to kill Parker, and Garrett needed to slow his breathing. He buried his head into the side of her neck and squeezed his eyes closed. The first touch of her and he was already about to fall apart. He couldn’t believe how wet and warm and perfect she felt.

Parker let go of her iron clad grasp on the back of Garrett’s head and slid her arm under the covers, gliding her hand down Garrett’s forearm, until her hand was right over his between her legs. Parker wrapped her fingers around Garrett’s wrist and with the slightest pressure signaled Garrett that she needed more.

With Parker’s firm grip on Garrett’s wrist, together they pushed Garrett’s finger the rest of the way inside of her welcoming heat. They both let out a moan; Garrett’s followed with a guttural, “Fuck.”

Parker moved her hand from Garrett’s and reached back to grab his hip, pulling him harder against her. She moved her hips so he sunk even deeper inside, and she could rub herself against his hard length.

A second finger joined the first to stretch Parker and drive deep inside her. The heel of Garrett’s hand grazed the sensitive bundle of nerves with each deep stroke deep. The sounds of Garrett’s fingers pumping in and out of her wetness filled the room, even muffled under the covers.

Parker’s own muttered curses of “Fuck” and “Oh God” started playing on a loop as Garrett’s fingers and hands brought her to the brink. He pulled out of her slowly, letting the tips of his two fingers glide sluggishly through her slit, pulling the wetness with him as he found her swollen nub and circled it over and over.