Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
“Going to kiss you.”
I nod my head. He slowly lowers his mouth to mine, making it clear what he is doing but giving me a chance to back out if I want. I don’t. Instead, I close my eyes and feel his lips press to mine.
I wrap my arms around his neck, rising onto my tiptoes to press my lips back against his. Garrett groans against my mouth. A thrill unlike any I have ever had courses through me. His tongue comes out and swipes against my bottom lip, making me gasp.
When my lips part, Garrett’s tongue slips into my mouth. I don’t move. His tongue strokes against mine. It makes a whirl of thoughts flash through my mind. Me with my legs wrapped around Garrett. Him pulling at my clothes as he takes me down onto a bed. One by one, they swirl in my thoughts. I have no idea where they come from. I've never seen anything like it before. My mind creates each on its own. All with Garrett front and center.
“Kiss me back,” Garrett orders before his mouth is right back on mine. Wanting to be close to him, I slide my tongue into his mouth, trying to match what he did. I have no clue what the heck I’m doing. When he lets out another one of those deep, hungry groans, I know I must be doing it right. I moan right back. I couldn’t have stopped the sound if I wanted to.
Garrett manages to deepen the kiss more. He’s kissing me with a wild, untamed, sinful passion. The warmth that flooded my body becomes hotter. My body is now acting on its own accord. Human nature is taking over, my natural instincts drawing me to him.
“Yes,” I moan. I don’t know if it was me that climbed him or he picked me up, but my feet left the floor. I wrap them around him. “Don’t stop,” I say when he takes his mouth from mine, but it doesn’t leave me. His kisses travel across my jaw and down my neck. I let my head drop to the side, allowing him to take what he wants. My fingers sink into his hair as I start to rock my hips.
“Fuck,” Garrett grunts. The next thing I know, I’m back on the couch, and he’s clear across the room, his back to me. I touch my lips, still feeling him there, wondering what I might have done wrong.
“I’m sorry.” I think I took things too far. Oh God, what is wrong with me?
“Don’t apologize,” he says but doesn’t turn around. Tears burn in my eyes. I stand up and rush down the hallway. When I spot a bathroom, I duck inside, shutting the door behind me. I push the lock so that I can have some privacy.
“Snow!” I hear Garrett call after me. On the other side of the door, I see his shadow. “Baby, open the door. I’m fucking sorry.” Did he call me baby?
“You say the F word a lot.” I sniffle.
“You want me to stop?” He sounds so calm now.
"If I asked, would you do that?"
“Yeah.” Garrett says it simply. This man is so strange. But not in a bad way. It's definitely different from what I'm used to. He’s bigger than any male I have ever met. He could probably snap ours in half with one hand, but he’s also the sweetest man I’ve ever met. No man has ever treated me the way he has.
“You’d just let me boss you around?”
“You keep letting me kiss you, and I’ll do anything you ask me.”
I can't help but smile, but my smile falters when I remember why I ran off to the bathroom. “You don’t like my kisses,” I remind him.
“You’ve done lost your mind, beautiful. The problem is I like them too fu–” He corrects himself. “Freaking much.” I put my hand over my mouth to smother a laugh. I don’t want him to think I’m laughing at him, but it’s really adorable.
I pop the lock. I don’t get a chance to open the door. Garrett does. He steps into the bathroom. I step back to make room for him. “Don’t lock me out.”
“Sorry.” I shake my head. “It’s your house. That was rude.”
“No, I just don’t like you locking me out from getting to you.” He lifts me up easily, sitting me on the bathroom counter. His hands come down on either side of me.
“I stopped kissing you because I was about to take more than you’re ready for.” He leans in closer. “You were rubbing your pussy against my cock. I was two seconds from tossing you onto the couch and taking something you believe should be saved for marriage.”
I’m not so sure I believe that anymore. Garrett has me thinking oh so differently.