A Beautiful Lie (Playing with Fire #1)(76)

Garrett reached up and pushed Parker’s wet hair off of her forehead, gliding his hands down the back of her head and bringing them around the side of her face to cup her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as he looked into her eyes.

He didn't need to tell her what for; Parker could read it all over his face. He was sorry for the words he spoke to her in anger, he was sorry for anything he did to hurt her, he was sorry for not being there when she woke up, and he was sorry for always letting his guilt stop them from enjoying whatever this was between them.

Garrett saw the acceptance in Parker's eyes, and he didn’t hesitate to bend down and kiss away some of the water that trickled from her wet lips. Parker’s arms immediately encircled his waist, and she pulled his body closer to hers.

They kissed under the warm stream of water, taking their time to sweep tongues through mouths, taste lips, and breathe into each other. Parker felt Garrett’s hardness between her legs and even with the water cascading over her, she felt herself getting wet for him.

Needing him.

Aching for him.

They didn’t speak as Garrett kissed along her jaw, down the dripping skin of her neck, sucking gently and grazing the area with his teeth, as he turned her backside away from the spray so she could lean up against the wall of the shower.

Garrett moved back up to Parker’s lips and kissed her gently, reverently―so different from the hard, bruising kisses from the night before. Those were perfect for then; this was what was needed now.

His tongue softly pushed past her lips as his knee moved forward between her legs, sliding against her aching center as he shifted her legs apart.

Parker pulled Garrett’s tongue into her mouth and slid her hands up the front of his wet, muscled chest, intertwining her fingers behind his neck. He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her body until her feet came off of the ground and she could wrap her legs around his hips.

She felt Garrett resting against her, just like the other day in the pool. She shifted her hips to slide against his length and deepened the kiss they shared, water bouncing off of the sides of their bodies.

Parker moaned into Garrett’s mouth as he moved his own hips, the tip of his cock sliding down to her opening and just barely pushing inside.

Garrett stilled his movements and pulled away from Parker’s lips. She opened her eyes, blinking away the water that had bounced off of his shoulders and into her face. With her body wrapped around him, Parker was eye level with Garrett, and he stared into her eyes as he held himself against her.

Neither one of them could say the words, voice out loud what was running rampant in their hearts and punctuated with every breath they took. But as the water pounded down around them, they both knew something was different.

Garrett pushed Parker’s back gently against the cold tile walls, his hand resting flat on the wall next to her head. With his other arm still around her waist, he pulled her tighter against him, closer to him but never close enough, sliding another inch inside of her welcoming body. His chest ached with the need to hold her like this―always.

As they stared into each other’s eyes, never breaking contact, Garrett slowly pushed every inch of his length inside Parker. She let out a shuddering breath when he got as deep as he could go and held himself inside. She felt every inch of him but still wanted more. He was deeper than before but still not deep enough.

Garrett’s breaths came out in a ragged release against her lips as he forced himself not to pull back and pound into her, slam her against the walls and take her with everything he had in him.

They’d done that last night. It had been amazing and right. But this morning, it had to be different because they were different. Whether they would admit it to themselves or not, something had shifted inside both of them. Last night had been about exorcising demons, years of pent up need and a release of anger and frustration.

Today, under the gentle spray of the shower in the early morning light, it was about so much more: forgiveness, adoration, respect, and every other emotion they couldn’t verbalize.

Garrett bent forward and gently sucked Parker’s top lip into his mouth as he gradually pulled himself almost completely out of her and then slowly pushed back in.

Parker moaned and wrapped her legs tighter around Garrett’s waist as he continued the slow push and pull, in and out, of her body. He took his time drawing the pleasure out of her, letting her orgasm build and build with each long stroke inside her and the swirl of his hips when he was buried deep.

Their lips found their way back together, mouths and tongues moving slowly in tandem with the lower half of their bodies. Tongues swirled and tasted as water dripped down each of their faces and Garrett continued the slow pace of sliding in and out of Parker.

He loved her against the wall of the shower, never thrusting, never taking, just giving. Sliding in and out of Parker at a slow pace was beautiful torture as the heat from her body and the slickness of her arousal enticed him to make her his—to mark her so everyone would know she belonged with him. Garrett couldn’t get deep enough, couldn’t feel enough of her body. He wanted to drown in her and shout at the top of his lungs that she was his. It was always her, only her.

“Only you,” Garrett mumbled against her lips, not even aware that he had spoken out loud.

Garrett’s softly spoken words and the unhurried way he claimed her body aroused Parker like nothing else could. Her release crept up through her core and throbbed without any warning, causing her to hold Garrett as tightly as she could while she pushed her hips against him and rode out her orgasm.