Arranged: An Array Series (Book #1)(82)

“Do you feel what you do to me?” he asked. “You make everything go wild.”

If he only knew what he was doing to me right now too; I didn’t even know what was happening with myself. I’d never felt such a strong need to be with another human being. The way my body beckoned for his, even when I was pissed. His kisses made me feel like I was the most beautiful woman in the universe.

And Garrett was the only one I wanted to feel this way with.

I wanted to tell him, but my vulnerability wasn’t something I could give away.

I removed one of my black-laced sleeves off my shoulders. Maybe if I could show him, it’d be good enough.

For now.

His eyes followed my movements as I slipped off the other and he cupped my face. “We don’t have to do this, Avie. I don’t want to force you into something you’re not sure of.”

“I want to,” I replied. “I want it to be with you.”

He closed the distance between us. “If we do this, I’m never letting you go. Do you understand me?” I nodded. “You better think about it long and hard because no one else will have you after this.”

I held his gaze. “Promise?”

His mouth collided with mine then, as he lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked in some direction and while I thought he was going to take me to his bed, suddenly, my back hit a wall. His tongue assaulted mine as both his hands squeezed my bottom in a silent need. I ran my hand through his hair, breathing him in; a new life that beckoned to be taken and enjoyed.

If every moment with Garrett felt like this, I didn’t want to go back to my current life.

I explored his chest with my free hand, feeling the course hairs through my fingers, his flat stomach rippled with muscles. He groaned as my hand continued to travel down, stopping just above his manhood, and his fingers massaged my buttock. Undoing his pants button, he yanked them down and kicked them off, holding me tightly. One of his hands slid around to my thigh, caressing the inside of it. Wetness pooled between my legs as he tortured my flesh slowly.

Gliding further, I found what I was looking for; his manhood, rock-hard and ready, and my mouth watered. I wanted to feel it against my mouth again, to listen to Garrett’s moans. It was erotic and stimulating, hearing him in the throes of passion.

His cock twitched as I ran my palm up and down the length of it. Sliding me down the wall, Garrett ripped the front of my dress. My own moans sounded against his lips as he continued the soft sensations he was shooting through my body. His kisses became more frantic and so did my fingers on his cock. I groaned, and he lowered his head to kiss my neck, ravishing it, like it would be the last thing he’d ever taste.

“I’m going to take you to my bed, Avie, and make you scream my name,” he said, sucking and tasting my flesh.

“No, right here,” I protested. “I want to be different. We aren’t normal people, Garr.”

He chuckled. “All right, my darling. Right here.” He pulled at my panties, and I helped him move them down to my knees, ripping the lace. “Now look what you’ve done,” he teased.

I smiled. “I hope this isn’t the last time we rip a pair of my garments.”

He shook his head. “We’ll be needing to get you a new wardrobe soon.” Cupping my bottom, he raised me up, my legs wrapping around his waist again.

He guided his hardness to my core, and I tensed. He continued to rub my clit, strumming it like an instrument, and my body began to relax. The back of my head rested along the wall as I arched into him, the shocks of pleasure pulsing through my core and body.

“Hmmm…shit,” I sighed, digging my fingers into his shoulders. My eyes began to roll to the back of my head, as he hit the same spot that sent waves of heat through my body.

“You look stunning like this,” he announced, keeping the perfect amount of pressure and movement on me. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, urging him to fill me. “I want the first time you come to be on my cock.”

Fuck.

Those words made me feel like I was going to shatter in a million pieces. Biting my bottom lip, I reveled in the sensation of tingles he was giving me.

He urged his cock closer to my entrance, as I tried to relax my body for him. He grunted softly, my dampness coating the tip of his erection. He pressed his forehead to mine, our air mingling.

“I’m going to try and do this slow,” he said, inching himself into me.

“I trust you.”

He pushed deeper inside, tearing at muscles until he hit my maidenhead. He rocked slowly, adjusting himself to fit me. I kissed his stubbled cheek, urging him to continue. Rocking my hips against him, I thrusted, strands of pain and irritation coming along with it.

His body became more urgent as he began to drive deeper. A jolt of pain pierced me, and I tightened my grip on his shoulders. He froze and held me close.

“I’m sorry,” he gritted out. “I lost control, and—”

“Don’t tell me that was it,” I taunted, my voice ragged.

“Far from it.” He beamed, slowly moving deeper, and then I felt a pain mixed with pleasure. The need to be taken overtook my senses. I wanted to belong to him; every inch, and every nerve, in my body. I started to rock against him, taking as much as I could. Garrett’s hands pressed firmly on my back and butt as he took the silent cue that I was ready.