Ready for You (Ready #3)(52)



Garrett and I finished our dinner in silence. He handed over his credit card to the waiter, and we waited for him to return. I took the last sip of my wine and wished I had more. I could use a little more liquid courage right now to gather up the courage to ask what was going through that man’s head right now.

Finally, the waiter reappeared, and Garrett angrily scribbled his name on the receipt. I grabbed my purse, and I knew he was waiting to see what I would do. It made me angry, so I grabbed the paper off the table and slipped it into the front pocket of my purse. His eyes flared, and he lunged forward, taking my arm. After escorting us quickly out of the restaurant, he kept the quick pace down the block toward my house. His hand slipped possessively around my waist, and his fingers curled into my hip.

“You’re angry,” I whispered.

His fingers dug further into my hip. “No, Mia, I’m livid,” he answered.

“Why?”

He stopped, forcing people around us to shift their walking patterns, as we stood, frozen, in the middle of the sidewalk. I looked around, afraid of making a scene, but he cupped my chin until all I saw were his intense green eyes.

“Why? Jesus, Mia.” He dropped his hand and stalked away.

He was almost a full block ahead of me until my street appeared, and I caught up.

“You’re not my boyfriend, Garrett. You can’t tell me who I can and cannot see,” I said. I had no idea why I was pushing this. I had no intentions of seeing Brent, but it angered me that he thought he had a say in it.

I pushed ahead of him, climbing the steps of my front porch, and I reached for my keys. He was right behind me, and he pushed his hand into my purse and then pulled out the piece of paper I’d shoved in there at the restaurant.

“I don’t need any reminders, Mia. Every f**king hellish day of my life reminds me that you are no longer mine. But this? This is who you want now?” he asked, holding up the piece of paper.

I stared at him blankly with my keys in my hand. He took a step forward, which caused me to take a step back. When my back hit the wood of the front door, he took another step until his body brushed against my hips, and I shuddered.

“Is it?” he whispered.

I didn’t answer, so he pushed harder. Letting the scrap of paper fall to the ground, his now free hand slid up my bare thigh until it found the button of my shorts. I steadied his hand, and his heated green eyes moved up my body and met my own.

“Someone could see us,” I warned, reminding him of our current position on my porch.

“Good. Maybe Brent will hear you screaming my name from down the street.”

Garrett made quick work of the button and zipper, and I moaned when his hand slipped under my panties and found my flesh.

“Tell me who you want, Mia,” he demanded as his fingers danced along my clit.

I whimpered and pushed against him, and he rewarded me by thrusting two fingers inside me. I trembled as the pressure began to build.

“Say it, Mia.”

“You. I only want you.”

His mouth slammed against mine, his tongue plunging and sweeping against my own in a punishing rhythm. His fingers continued to work in and out of my body, making my body pulsate and throb with every mastered thrust. Just when I thought my knees might buckle, the orgasm took swept through my body, sending me into an endless wave of pleasure. I sagged against him, breathing heavily. He kissed my forehead and cheek. Then, he pulled the keys from my hand. I hadn’t realized I was still holding them. The dog was barking, and I hadn’t even noticed.

Shit, an entire army could have probably walked by, and I wouldn’t have noticed.

Garrett reached behind me and unlocked the door. He picked me up, letting my legs wrap around him, and he carried me inside, kicking the door closed behind him. Sam, unfortunately, did not get the greeting he was used to as we both stared into each other’s eyes.

I bent down and kissed him, no longer caring what any of this meant. His fingers threaded my hair as the kiss grew urgent.

“I need you, Mia. Fuck, I’ll always need you,” he confessed.

I kissed him again, and that was the only answer he needed.

I stayed wrapped in his embrace as he walked up the stairs until we entered my bedroom. Letting my legs slowly slide to the floor, I found the hem of his T-shirt and lifted it over his head. My hands brushed over the tanned lines of his chest, and I placed tiny kisses to his belly button. He watched as I did this while he ran his fingers through my hair.

Eventually, he decided he’d had enough attention, and his hands bunched the fabric of my tank top. He pulled it off from my body, exposing the lacy purple bra underneath. I wiggled out of my already unbuttoned shorts, so he could admire the matching panties.

His eyes swept over me, making me blush. “You better not have bought those for anyone else.”

“I might have purchased these the other day while thinking of you,” I confessed.

He pulled me into his grasp and devoured me, his possessiveness taking over once again. His hands were everywhere as he led us to the bed. The backs of my knees hit the edge and I gently fell onto the soft mattress. I scooted backward until I was lying in the center with my knees up and my legs spread while I sported a huge grin.

“Damn,” he cursed.

He made quick work of his clothes, dropping his shorts and boxers to the ground, as l tried to keep the drooling to a minimum. I was trying to maintain a sexy stance, and drooling would definitely kill that image.

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