Ready for You (Ready #3)(53)

“Do you have a condom?” he asked, suddenly stopping to look around.

The possibility of me having a condom lying around seemed to make him suddenly very conflicted.

“No,” I answered.

He let out a breath of relief.

Jealous oaf.

Of course, a second later, his eyes flashed back up to me, naked on the bed, and he reconsidered that earlier bit of relief.

“I can’t get pregnant,” I said.

“Oh, you’re on the pill?”

“Yeah, something like that,” I answered.

As he crawled up the bed and hovered over me, I felt my heart leap in my chest. It had done that a lot since finding Garrett in that farmers’ market.

His eyes met mine, and he smirked. “Straddle me.”

“What?”

“There seems to be a few things I’m fuzzy on still, and I might need some reminding. I need you to straddle me.”

I laughed and watched as he lay down. I straddled his waist, but he shook his head.

“Higher,” he commanded.

I looked at him, and he just nodded. So, I scooted up higher to his chest.

“Higher, Mia.” His voice had lost its playfulness.

Widening my legs, I straddled his shoulders, but he grabbed me around the waist and hauled me higher until I was above his face.

“Garrett, no! I’ll smother you.”

Embarrassed, I tried to squirm off, but he held me firmly, and with one lick of his tongue, I was moaning.

“That’s it,” he said against my tender flesh. “Now, ride my face, Mia.”

Despite my inhibitions, I did. I grabbed the top of my headboard and moved. Slowly at first, I thrust my hips as he licked and then twisted his tongue in my core. With each moan, his passion grew, which only made my hips go faster. His hands roamed up my hips and down to my ass until I felt my core tightening, and everything exploded. I screamed out his name and felt him grab me around the hips before flipping me onto my back. He kissed me hard, and I could still taste myself on him.

His eyes were wild and frenzied. “No more telling people we’re friends, Mia. You’re mine.”

I cried out as he entered me without warning. Every thrust was hard and exquisite, like he was rebranding me as his from the inside out. He pushed my knees forward, adjusting the angle, so he could penetrate even deeper. I could feel my body tightening and squeezing him as I climbed higher toward another climax.

“Oh God, Garrett,” I cried.

“Come for me again, Mia. Scream out my name.”

I did. As the world grew hazy again for the third time tonight, I screamed his name over and over through as my body continued to shake and fall apart. He cried out mine seconds later as he released into me. It was a miracle the cops hadn’t shown up.

We spent the night naked, cuddled in each other arms, and the last thought I had before drifting off to sleep was that I hope he was still holding me when the sun rose the next day.

Chapter Eighteen

~Garrett~

For the first time since I watched her walk away from me that fateful day with her dark brown hair shining in the sunlight as she carried my hopes and dreams with her, I awoke, not fearing the day ahead.

No horrid dreams had chased me in my sleep, reminding me of the life I’d lost. I was peacefully nudged awake by the sunrise breaking over the horizon, and I felt more refreshed than I had in years. Spending an entire night dream- free and not without waking up, shaking and covered in sweat, could do a lot for a guy.

I felt like I could run a marathon.

But there was only one thing I wanted to do.

Find Mia.

My hands searched the sheets but came up empty, and my eyes opened to find myself alone in the room. Only her sweet smell was keeping me company. Through the paper-thin walls of Mia’s historic home, I heard the refrigerator open and footsteps downstairs. I quickly threw on my boxers and searched around for my shirt, but I couldn’t find it anywhere.

I shrugged and then jogged quietly down the stairs in search of my missing prize.

She was there, humming and singing to herself in the kitchen, as she was cracking eggs and then making coffee.

Her hair was pulled to the side in a loose braid, and she was in my shirt. My dick twitched at the mere sight of her in my clothes. I didn’t know how I’d stayed away for so long, but now that I had her, I couldn’t stop touching her. I wanted my hands on her every second of every day just to make sure she wasn’t a figment of my imagination.

I stepped into the kitchen until my chest brushed her back, and I snaked my hand around her waist.

“You stole my shirt,” I said against her hair.

She turned in my arms, and her eyes took in my naked chest. Her lip curved into a smile. “Yes, and look how well that worked out for me.”

Reaching behind her, I pushed away the bowl of egg mixture she’d been working on, and I hoisted her up onto the counter. She yelped out in surprise as I spread her legs and stepped between to close the gap between us.

“I was making you breakfast.” She stuck her lip out in an attempt to fake a pout.

I caught it between my teeth as my hands worked their way under the T-shirt she’d stolen. Shit, she could have it. It looked a hell of a lot better on her. But for now, it was going on the floor.

Her fingers made heated pathways along my abdomen. Like a forest fire consuming everything it came in contact with, I felt out of control, and Mia was my kerosene. After nuzzling her neck, I left a trail of kisses down her collarbone and over her breast until my mouth closed over that tiny pink bud. I sucked and licked, causing her to cry out, as my hand massaged her other breast. I repeated the process until I had her panting and begging for more.