Hidden Away (KGI #3)(91)

She giggled and punched him in the gut. “Smart-ass.”

“I have two. We’ll have to make the most of them.”

“Somehow I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”

“Me either,” he murmured as he swept her underneath him.

He started all over again, coaxing a response and building and stoking the fire within her. He alternated kissing her senseless and licking over her body until she was panting and twitching from head to toe.

“Hold that thought,” he rasped out as he rolled off her. She glanced sideways to see him dangle from the bed and fumble with his jeans. A moment later, her repositioned himself atop her and stroked his hand through her hair. “Now. Where were we?”

Feeling bold, she reached down and curled her hand around his latex-covered erection. She guided him toward her entrance and they both hissed out their breath when her heat surrounded him.

“Here.”

“I like here,” he said hoarsely.

“So do I.”

Lowering to his elbows on either side of her, he eased forward, pushing into her with extreme patience and care.

“Stop me if I hurt you.”

In response, she lifted her legs, curled them around his waist and arched her hips. Her movement caused him to sink farther into her body and she sighed. She stretched around him and the sensation was delicious.

“Almost there.”

“Mmmm.”

He surged forward the last few inches and her eyes flew open at the aching fullness. Tight, so very tight. She hugged his cock. Her body clenched with need and her pu**y pulsed and rippled over his length.

“Tell me you’re with me, Sarah. I can’t hold back anymore.”

The words came out in a pained-sounding rush. Sweat beaded his forehead and his jaw was clenched tight. Her fingers danced up his arms to his shoulders and she clasped her hands around his neck.

“I’m with you, Garrett. All the way. Let go. You won’t hurt me. I want this. I want you.”

With a groan he withdrew and thrust forward again. He only paused a second before he thrust again. And then again. He watched her the entire time and to ease his mind, she gave over to the all-consuming pleasure surrounding her like a cloud. She closed her eyes and threw back her head as the sound of his hips meeting the backs of her legs slid erotically over her ears.

“Tell me what you need,” he strained out. “I want you to come again.”

“Just don’t stop,” she said through clenched teeth. “Please don’t stop.”

No matter that he thought he was the one lacking control. She was already teetering on the edge of another orgasm, this one more intense, more explosive than the previous one. She bowed upward, her legs wrapped so tight around his waist that her body ached with the strain.

He thrust harder but he watched her the entire time and his fingers gently caressed her cheek. His body tightened and he closed his eyes, his gaze leaving her for the first time. She knew he was close and she wanted to go with him.

“Harder,” she whispered.

A strangled sound escaped his throat and then he complied, rushing forward into her body. Once. Twice. She cried out his name, gripped his shoulders with bloodless fingers. Her name slipped from his lips in a husky, gravelly growl. Her orgasm burst over her like a balloon stretched too far.

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t process anything but the mind-numbing ecstasy that fired through her brain. And through it all, Garrett gathered her close. Murmured her name. Whispered soothing words that were a balm to her ravaged senses.

She was breathing way too hard and too fast. Bright spots flashed in her vision and she closed her eyes, melting underneath him. Boneless. Mindless. She lay still as he came to rest atop her.

His chest heaved against hers and she felt the dampness as his forehead rested against hers.

“I’ve never seen a woman come like you do,” Garrett said.

“If I wasn’t so damn tired, I might take offense,” she muttered.

He laughed. “It wasn’t an insult. Right now I feel like Master of the Universe. It’s a helluva ego trip for a man when his woman reacts that way to his lovemaking.”

“Now you’re going to get all smug on me.”

He grinned and kissed her nose. “Oh, hell, yeah, I am.” Then he sobered. “You okay?”

“Oh yeah. Never better.”

He rolled to the side and then turned his back to her for a moment while he discarded the condom. A moment later he rolled back to her and wrapped his arms around her. She snuggled into his embrace and laid her head on his shoulder. After a moment he rolled to his back, taking her with him so that she was tucked firmly into his side. His arm curled possessively around her and he rubbed his fingers up and down her arm as their quiet breathing filled the room.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Stanley before,” she said quietly. “It’s silly. Especially since I knew he was likely to come after me. I just didn’t want anyone to know.”

Garrett lifted his head and kissed her temple.

“I think I hate him more than I hate Allen. Isn’t that stupid? Stanley didn’t rape me. Allen did. But Stanley stood there with this smirk on his face the entire time. I begged him to help me and he just stood there looking at me like I was beneath his notice, like I deserved to be used. I’ll always hate him for that. For being there. For allowing Allen to do what he did.”