Then he went to get to his knees, and no. Oh no. His fingers tangled in my panties and he was already tugging them down my legs.
“Wait.”
“What?” he asked, lips already damp and swollen from kissing. “What’s wrong?”
“I just had a thought. I think it would be best if you stayed where I can see you.”
He cocked his head. “You don’t want me to give you head?”
“While in theory that sounds like the best idea ever, I want you to stay nice and close where I can keep an eye on you. Just in case.”
He placed an open-mouthed kiss against my cunt. Talk about unfair. Because the man knew how to use his tongue. And it was such a long, strong, and talented muscle. Little wonder he was a singer. The way his fingers dug into my hips and how he looked on his knees. The tip of his tongue flicking back and forth over my clit and oh God. It was a lot.
My insides tensed and my blood ran hot and nothing had ever been this good. Nothing ever could.
“You’re wet,” he said, voice guttural. “I fucking love that. And you smell so good.”
I grabbed a handful of his hair for good luck. “Oh, God. Garrett.”
“Hmm?”
“I mean it. Come up here.” I tugged on his hair. “If you accidentally freak out, then I need to see the moment it happens so we deal with it together.”
With a sigh, he got to his feet and wiped his face with the palm of his hand. “Fine.”
“Thank you.”
“Though I think you’re being overly cautious.”
“Let’s agree to disagree.”
I didn’t mean to get cock-struck with the imprint of his hard-on pressing against the front his black jeans. But it was there, and whoa.
“Yeah,” he said, grabbing my hand and leading me toward the bed. “In the middle of the mattress with your legs spread. Please. If I can’t lick, I can at least look.”
Given it wasn’t a totally ridiculous request, I acquiesced with reasonable grace. At least, I thought so.
“That’s not spread.” He undid the button and zipper on his jeans and shoved them down, taking his black boxer briefs with him. The long, thick length of his cock pointed to the ceiling, and okay. This was really happening. It would be easy to get addicted to the way his gaze heated with such lust. “Now you decide to get shy?”
“What?”
Naked and beautiful, he climbed onto the bed. His big body parting my legs wide and making himself right at home in the cradle of my thighs. “Better,” he said, taking my mouth with his. Kissing Garrett made my head spin in dizzy circles. Actual sex with the man might just end me.
“We’re still taking it slowly, right?” I asked. Because my emotions needed to calm the hell down.
And he actually laughed. I didn’t even know he could make such a sound. First one hand and then the other, he pressed my hands against the solid wood of the headboard. But with his tongue in my mouth, I found it hard to care what was happening. We were a hot, wet mess. The length of his cock slid back and forth through the lips of my sex and electricity was already racing up my spine. My legs wrapped around his hips, holding him to me. Given how good he felt, I might never let him go.
The blue of his eyes had never seemed so intense. His jaw was set and his focus wholly on me as he lined up the wide, blunt head of his cock with my entrance. Slow and steady, he pushed inside. And the sound he made. A groan that seemed to be drawn up from the very depths of his soul.
“You feel . . . fuck. Are we good?” he asked, the muscles in his arms quivering with how he was holding himself back. “Ani?”
“Yes.” I nodded. “I’ve got you.”
We stared at each other and he sank in deep. Not stopping until his hips rested against mine. The slick of sweat on his skin and we’d barely begun. I tightened on him, getting comfortable with his girth, and he hissed.
“Sorry,” I said with a grin.
“You’re fine. It’s just been a while. Not sure how long I’ll last.”
“We’ve got all night.” I smiled, my hand curled around the back of his neck. “No need to hold back, Garrett.”
“I wanted to make love to you. But the way you feel . . .”
“It’s okay. You can make love to me later.”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
With a feral grin, he pulled back and pushed in, faster and harder each time. More and more. Over and over. I braced myself against the headboard as he fucked into me. As he pushed my body up the mattress with the force of his thrusts. And he did all this while gazing into my eyes the whole time.