A Beautiful Lie (Playing with Fire #1)(72)

Garrett moved up the walk until he was standing right in front of her.

“I’m talking about you and your cozy little date with Cole,” Garrett spat.

Parker stared up at him in shock.

“Oh my God. You have lost your f*cking mind, you know that?”

She turned to walk away from him, but he grabbed her by the arm and spun her back around to face him, pushing her backwards until she smacked up against the wall of the alcove to their villa.

Garrett pushed his body against hers to keep her in place, sliding his knee between her thighs. Parker quickly put her hands to his chest and tried to shove him away from her.

“Get OFF me!” she growled.

He didn’t budge. He just stared down into her beautiful, angry face and let the words fly.

“I saw you with him. I saw you snuggled up next to him, laughing at all his jokes and turning on the charm,” Garrett seethed as he felt himself harden while Parker squirmed against him and tried to get out of his arms.

He couldn’t help himself; he grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away from his chest, anchoring them against the wall above her head.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Parker fumed as she tried to pull her arms out of his grasp, but that only made him tighten his hold. If she really wanted to, she could take him down with one well-placed kick to the groin or a twisting self-defense move, but something about being this close to him when he was in a jealous rage sparked a fire within her that kept her rooted in place.

She could feel the anger rolling off of him, and while she wasn’t afraid and could never be afraid of Garrett, she had no idea what had gotten into him. He'd never acted this way with her before. He was being possessive, like she was his and had no right to share herself with another man. It irritated her and turned her on all at the same time. She could smell the rum on his breath and mixed with his cologne, it was a heady sent that would have intoxicated her if she wasn’t already halfway there.

“YOU are what’swrong with me, Parker. It’salways been you. Every time I’m around you I can’t think. You mess with my mind and you make me lose focus.”

Parker’s heart beat rapidly in her chest as she stared into his eyes.

It’s always been you.

She knew better than to think he meant anything by that comment. They were both drunk and angry. Letting her mind misconstrue his words was foolish and would do nothing but hurt her in the end.

But she couldn’t bring herself to care about that right now.

Garrett could smell the alcohol on her mixed with the faint coconut perfume of her skin. She was still wearing the dress from earlier, and the thin material made it easier for him to feel every inch of her body up against his. He pushed his hips into her, wishing the anger away so he could just feel. He was still plagued with thoughts of confusion and resentment though. None of that would go away easily.

Parker let out an involuntary whimper when he pushed his hardness against her. She had no control of her body and its reactions when Garrett was around.

“Do you think he could make you moan when he rubbed up against you?” Garrett asked as he ground himself harder between her legs. He didn’t know if he was referring to Cole or Milo at that point. Both men’s faces flashed before his eyes as he pictured them touching Parker and giving her the pleasure he was meant to.

He pushed Parker’s arms together so he could grab both wrists with one hand, letting his free hand slide down the underside of her arm, over her breast, across her stomach, and under the hem of her dress. He brought his hand up the inside of her thigh, letting his fingers graze over the thin scrap of satin between her legs.

“Do you think he could make you wet like this?” Garrett asked fiercely as he slid his fingers up and down over her sex, feeling her wetness soaking through the satin.

Parker’s body continued to betray her. His words angered her, but his hands and his fingers made her want him so badly she ached for him to sink himself inside her. Her hips moved forward, reaching for more of him, wanting him to keep going even though a part of her didn’t want to do this when they were both so angry.

“What the hell do you want from me?” Parker asked brokenly as Garrett circled his finger around her satin-covered clit, forcing another moan from her.

“I want you to admit that I’m the only one who can make you feel like this,” Garrett said through clenched teeth, knowing he was crossing a very dangerous line with Parker but unable to stop now. He pulled his hand out from between her legs, slid his arm behind her back, and pulled her up against him roughly, covering her mouth with his before she could say anything, before he could second guess his decision.

The kiss was hard and forceful. Garrett took everything she had to give from that kiss, bruising her mouth with his lips. She wanted to tell him to stop, to slow down, but he dropped her arms from above her head and both of his hands cupped her from behind as he lifted her up against him.

She shouldn’t have wrapped her legs around his waist as he turned them both and slammed her up against their closed door while she clutched the front of his shirt and held on. She should have told him they needed to talk, but as his lips and tongue continued their assault on her mouth, all she could do was respond. She’d wanted him like this for so long. She’d wanted him wild for her and unrestrained. As much as she dreamed about slow, sensual loving with Garrett, she also dreamed about him finally giving in and taking her. She dreamed about him wanting her so much he couldn't control his actions any longer.