Murphy's Law

“I want you, sweetheart,” he rasped in her ear, even as they arched hungrily into each other's touch. “More than I've ever wanted anything in my life.”

“But…?”

Garrett hesitated, berating himself inwardly for having no forethought. How, at a time like this, did a man broach the subject that had just crashed into his mind like a brick? After what had happened with Cheryl, he had gone out of his way to make sure he was always careful.

Yet today he hadn't expected…

Beneath him, he felt Murphy shift. While the hand that was driving most earthy thoughts from his mind did not falter, her other hand, which had been splayed on his back, did. She reached for the draw on the nightstand, opened it, removed a square packet.

“My brother's idea of a Christmas ‘stocking stuffer',” she explained, grinning. “It was supposed to be a joke.”

“Remind me to thank your brother,” Garrett murmured. Easing his upper weight onto his hands, he arched over her and applied his open mouth to the side of her neck. One of them shivered. “I like his sense of humor.”

Using both hands, Murphy attempted to break open the packet. “Um, Garrett?”

“Hmmm?”

“It's stuck.”

“Define ‘it'.” His chuckle was low and thick and wicked.

Murphy's blush deepened as she rapped his chest with the back of her knuckles. “Here, you try.”

Garrett took the packet. The mattress creaked as, supporting his weight on his left elbow, he lifted it to his mouth. Their gazes met, and Murphy's breath caught when he tore the packet open with his teeth, then handed it back to her.

It was his turn to catch his breath when she, in a way he never thought could be so damn provocative, rolled the condom slowly over the tip of him, down to the hard, throbbing base.

Garrett's swallowed hard. Twice. Yup, it was that other point fifty-six percent of Murphy McKenna that was probably going to kill him…from sheer pleasure.

“Now,” Murphy said as she wrapped her arms around Garrett's waist, her legs around his hips, and splayed her hands over the muscles that bunched and played in his back. Her fingers curled inward, her nails digging into his skin. “I want you now.”

Garrett dipped his head, his mouth closing over one hard, shell-pink nipple even as her hips arched up.

At the same time, he thrust his forward.

For once, Murphy's Law was foiled. Their position, the timing…none of it could be better.

She moaned as he plunged inside of her, filling her. “Yeeeeees.”

She felt hot and wet and so damn tight! She felt perfect.

Garrett gritted his teeth. A sheen of sweat beaded his brow, more dampened his upper lip. He had no idea how he was going to last, how he was going to be able to hold back until his body brought Murphy to the same pleasure hers was bringing to him. But he would. Somehow. If it killed him.

Murphy could have sworn she'd died and gone to heaven. Her experience was limited; she had no idea a climax could build so swiftly, so

strongly! Yet with Garrett moving fast and deep inside her, that was exactly what was happening.

Her legs tightened around his hips. She arched and met his every thrust, bemoaned his every retreat. She hugged him close, marveling at the way the muscles in his back rippled beneath her open palms. He was still arched over her, his mouth still on her breast. He suckled her, making another, more feminine part of her pull and tingle in response.

Her breathing was ragged, her heart hammering so hard and rapidly that each beat seemed to melt right into the next. There was a tightness in her stomach, a liquid warmth where their bodies became one.

She'd never felt so complete, so alive, as she did when Garrett shifted. He licked and kissed the side of her neck, his body blanketing hers as he pulled back, almost left her, then plunged inside her with a force and possession that left her breathless. And wanting more. Much more!

A tiny spasm starting in the region of her abdomen seeped lower. She tried to contain it, to prolong the glorious sensation, but couldn't. Garrett felt much too good, so hard, filling her completely. And she'd waited for this for so long.

Her inner muscles tightened, gloving him, and her breath caught as she arched up, again and again, setting a quicker, more sanity-shattering pace.

Her climax, which started as a succinct spark of perfection, shattered into an explosion of sensation that culminated and rocketed throughout her entire body. Murphy closed her eyes, ground her head against the pillows, cried Garrett's name aloud as the spasms shuttered in her bloodstream like molten fire. The wondrous sensations went on for what seemed like a lifetime…but what was, in retrospect, not nearly long enough.