Ready for You (Ready #3)(55)

“Hmm…well, lucky for you, I don’t have to work for the next two days,” she said as her fingers danced along my chest.

“I know. I checked with Leah.”

Her eyes widened, and I chuckled.

“You checked up on me?”

“I did. I wanted to see when you’d be home, so I could drop off the flowers. We had a nice chat.”

She looked horrified, and I couldn’t help but grin from the torture I was putting her through.

“What did she say?”

“She said…”

“What, Garrett? Tell me!”

“She said you need to make me breakfast.”

I got a slap on the ass for that one, which I thoroughly enjoyed.

~Mia~

After Garrett called in sick, I made him a sorry excuse for eggs, and we retreated upstairs. He proceeded to take full advantage of my shower, making sure the door was wide open. He made a show of sliding his boxers down his firm ass as he waited for the water to warm. I finally caved and jumped in with him. We emptied the hot water tank while finding innovative ways to pleasure each other in the tight space. When I dropped down in front of him and took his hard length in my waiting warm mouth, he cried out my name and fisted my hair until he was shaking and shooting his release into the back of my throat. I gave him a grin and licked the tip clean before I climbed up his body. He pressed me against the wall and showed me his gratitude in many inventive ways.

He carried me out of the bathroom, wrapped in a fuzzy green towel, and he took time drying my hair and body, like I was the most precious thing in the world. He did it with such care and sensitivity, and I was nearly sobbing by the time his fingers left my skin.

I didn’t deserve any of his tenderness, any of his soft words or care, but I was taking it anyway. I was the worst kind of person. I was selfish and untrustworthy, but I couldn’t walk away again. A life without this man wasn’t living, and I’d spent too long living half of a life. Now that I’d felt what it was like to breathe again, I couldn’t fathom going back. I would hold on to him even if I didn’t deserve to.

There was so much he didn’t know, so much I should explain.

He deserved to know everything. But where should I begin?

“Where’s that lotion you always wear?” Garrett said against my ear after lying down next to me on the bed.

As he caressed my skin, I smiled, feeling a little giddy that he’d noticed the lotion I still wore. It was the same brand I’d worn since I was fifteen, and I’d never changed it.

“Mia, did you know that you always smell like oranges?”

I smiled but covered it up quickly as I turned in my seat to address him.

Garrett Finnegan did strange things to my body that I’d never experienced before. Whenever I was around him, my heart fluttered. It went beyond a crush, and the thought scared me.

“It’s my lotion. Does it bother you?” I asked hesitantly.

I’d bought it at this fancy store my mom had taken me to. I’d fallen in love with the fresh smell, and I’d secretly thought he would like it, too.

What if I was wrong and he hated it?

Oh God, did I smell awful?

“No, it makes me want to lick you.”

“You’re blushing,” Garrett said with a grin.

“I was thinking about that time you told me you wanted to lick me.”

His grin widened, and he pushed me down farther on the bed, so he could stretch out above me. “It drove me crazy. I’d sit in class and feel like I was swimming in it. It made my mouth water and my dick hard.” His nose moved down my neck as he left a path of kisses. “It still does, and now, I want to rub it all over your body.”

He hadn’t been kidding. He spent an hour rubbing the orange-scented lotion over every inch of my skin, paying special care to my br**sts and the inside of my thighs. He rubbed his circles closer and closer to my core until I was begging him to touch me. By the time his fingers touched my clit, I was so wet and ready that I nearly exploded on contact.

It took us half the day to eat breakfast, shower, and drive over to Garrett’s, so he could change.

“So, what do you want to do for the rest of the day?” he asked before shoving a ham sandwich in his mouth.

Besides last night in the restaurant, the man never stopped eating. After he’d changed, he’d placed a soft kiss on my nose and then sauntered into his tiny kitchen where he whipped up two ham sandwiches.

“Oh, did you want one?” he said between bites.

I laughed and jumped in to make my own while answering his previous question. “I don’t know. Why don’t you pick the activity for the day? It is, after all, your first sick day. Better make it count,” I said with a wink.

He’d finished off his sandwich and moved on to a bag of chips as he thought for a moment.

“Hmm…are you sure you want me to decide?”

“Yep,” I answered.

“Okay, but you can’t complain.”

“I trust you.”

“Good. We need to stop back at your house for a bathing suit.”

A bathing suit? How bad could that be?

***

It was bad, really bad.

“Rafting?” I squeaked, looking at the tiny building with the large rafting sign displayed.

We’d broken off the main road and turned down a lone beaten path toward the James River. I’d figured we were going swimming or floating but not rafting.