A Beautiful Lie (Playing with Fire #1)(75)

She cringed a little, using such an abrasive word to describe what happened between them the night before. But she knew it was too raw, too new, and there were too many broken items strewn throughout the bedroom for it to be considered anything else.

It was also yet another reason why she refused to open her eyes. She knew how Garrett worked, and she wasn’t prepared to deal with the aftermath of the guilt and shame he was most likely feeling.

When her head started to pound from consuming all of those cocktails the night before and the argument that ended in the best sex she’d ever had, she knew the smell of coffee couldn’t be ignored any longer.

Parker slowly opened her eyes to an empty room and tried not to let the disappointment mar her good mood. She knew he wouldn’t be there watching her sleep or cuddled up against her asking for round two. It still stung just the same because he felt the need to flee first thing in the morning before she woke up. At least he had the decency to make her coffee.

She got up out of bed and stretched the soreness from her body before walking naked across the room to pour a cup of coffee from the small coffeemaker on the dresser. She took her coffee mug with her into the bathroom, glancing around the room on her way and noticing that the broken pictures had been re-hung, minus the shattered glass. All of the papers, books, and her laptop had been picked up off of the floor and placed back on the table. The clothing they’d ripped off last night had been zipped into garment bags provided by the resort and were now hanging on the handle of the closet door. The bags would be picked up by the maid and taken to the dry cleaner to be washed and repaired. Considering Parker had ripped every single button off of Garrett’s shirt, and she’d heard a tearing sound on her dress when Garrett had pulled it off of her, there were quite a few repairs their clothing needed.

Before closing the bathroom door, Parker let the realization sink in that Garrett had cleaned up any and all reminders of what they’d done the night before.

Garrett let himself into the villa and as the door shut behind him, he heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. He had hoped to be back to the room before Parker woke up, but his morning run to clear his head took longer than normal.

Garrett couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he’d had sex with his best friend for the first time on a table in a hotel room. He saw Parker naked, touched every inch of her, and felt her come while he was inside her. He’d had the best orgasm of his life, carried her over to the bed, and they’d both passed out from exhaustion, neither one uttering a word about what they just did and what it meant for their relationship going forward.

He’d slept soundly all night with his arms and legs wrapped around Parker’s, and when he woke this morning, pressing his hardness into her from behind, he wanted nothing more than to lift one of her legs and bring it back over his hip so he could push inside her and feel her clench around him all over again.

Garrett had forced himself out of bed before that took over all of his thoughts and cleaned up the room before going for a run to calm his libido down. He knew if he was ever lucky enough to be inside Parker he’d never recover. All it took was one time and he was addicted to her from the sounds she made right before she came to the feel of her fingernails scoring down his back, how her thighs tightened and her whole body shuddered as her orgasm washed through her and squeezed his own release out of him. He woke up this morning knowing that if he didn’t get out of bed right that minute, he’d take Parker again and again, and he wouldn’t stop until they were both useless and spent.

Not a good way to be on a mission.

So he cleaned up the broken glass, hung up their torn clothes, picked up the scattered papers, and laptop, that thankfully wasn’t broken, and then left Parker sleeping peacefully to run his need for her out of his body by pounding his feet into the wet sand.

When he heard the shower and realized Parker was in there wet and naked, Garrett knew that he could never run far enough or long enough. Nothing would ever diminish his craving for her. He needed her like he needed air to breathe.

Garrett quickly toed off his shoes and pulled off his socks on his way to the closed bathroom door. He opened it silently and stood there for a moment staring at Parker’s blurry silhouette through the fogged glass doors. She stood with her face turned up toward the spray, and he instantly hardened as he took in the curves of her body.

He softly shut the door behind him to keep the steam in and stripped the rest of his clothes off.

Parker was lost in thought as she stood under the warm shower jets and let them drench her body. She lifted her hands to her face and slid them up to wipe some of the excess water away, the sound of the spray hitting the shower floor drowning out the click of the door latch.

Soft, warm hands grabbed her hips and slid around her waist, pulling her back against a naked, wet body, eliciting a sigh as she tipped her head back out of the water and rested it against the hard chest connected to that body.

Parker felt Garrett’s slick skin against her back, his hardness pushing into her, and his wet thighs pressed into hers. She could feel every inch of him against her and still, it wasn’t enough. She turned in his arms and Garrett couldn’t take his eyes off her. Last night was fast and hard, and he didn’t have nearly enough time to fully appreciate her naked body. At that moment, with the spray from the water dripping down over every inch of her, he felt like the luckiest man in the world. He didn’t know where to look first or which part of her to touch. He wanted all of her at once.