His fingers found her clit, and his mouth fell back to hers. As he stroked inside her mouth, her hands fell to his shoulders, his slick, wet fingers performing magic as they danced over her clit. Her hands came to his face, and as they kissed, as she pressed against him, in the recesses of mind, she knew what she was experiencing was pure magic. It was as if they were one, together and the same, and she felt as if he could feel every stroke of wonder and desire that she was feeling. As if reading her mind, he suddenly lifted her up, swiveled her around until she was out of the water, sitting on her butt, only her legs hanging over the edge.
He turned until he was on his knees between her legs, and with his hands running up and down her wet limbs, an emotion came over his features that she couldn’t exactly read. As his hands slid up the inside of her sides and separated her folds, he groaned, “You’re not too cold?”
She shook her head from side to side as his mouth fell to her most intimate flesh. He kissed her there, his tongue and teeth running over her clit, lapping at her, licking her repeatedly until she began whimpering in the back of her throat. “I want you to come for me, Maria. I want you to come on my tongue. I need to taste you.” She mewled again, and in answer, he slipped a large, blunt finger inside. It was like a delicious stroke of fire, and it had her lifting her hips up and searching for more, and then he inserted another finger to join the first. With his tongue and lips on her clit, combined with his fingers in her core, sensation radiated down her spine in a thousand waves of electric heat until with a moan spilling from her lips, she exploded in ecstasy around him.
He gave her a moment to come down, and then he surged from the water and dripping wet, he picked her up and carried her through to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed, and through a wave of satiated euphoria, she was aware that he dropped his board shorts and rolled on a condom that he’d retrieved from his jeans. He came down on the bed on top of her, and pushed between her spread thighs.
“You okay?” he asked, his words grave.
“Yes,” she whispered back, and two seconds after that, he surged inside with a single stroke, holding her in his spell.
He lifted to his elbows and wrapped his hands around her face as he stared down into her eyes. “I don’t ever want to see you upset again.”
She bit her lip and closed her eyes as he continued thrusting into her, his strokes sending an incantation through her mind that made thinking almost impossible.
Over and over he thrust into her, until she began to feel it building in her bloodstream again. “That’s it, baby. Come with me.” His fingers stroked over her cheeks and her brows, and she concentrated on the gentleness of his words. “I’ve dreamed of you coming with me. Over me, under me, on my fingers, my tongue, but always, always with me.”
“Garrett—”
He gritted his teeth, his hands sinking into her hair. “Yeah?”
She lifted her hips as a wave of heat came over her. “I’m coming again,” she wailed.
He groaned, deep in the back of his throat and pushed against her, holding himself there, pushing, pushing, rocking against her until with a great groan of relief and satisfaction, she felt him exploding inside of her, his heat and power turning her brain to mush as she came with him.
Chapter Eight
The next day, Maria’s heart was pounding when she sat down at her desk. The residual fear she’d felt the night before from the elevator incident had all but slipped away under the spell of Garrett’s lovemaking, but her brain was barely functioning this morning.
He’d messed her up last night with his gentle display, no doubt about it. Had his personality turned on a dime because of her upset? Or had her distress disturbed him so much that he was able to show her a side of himself that she hadn’t even known existed?
She’d known him for a while now, and never once in all of that time had he even hinted that he could act the way he had last night. There had been that one scene when Treadway had caught her arm and Garrett had walked in on them. His facial features had softened on her then, when he’d been unclear if she’d been hurt, but that small incident in no way compared to the gentle, almost adoring way he’d treated her last night.
She got up to pour herself a cup of coffee, and noticed her fingers were trembling. Not just trembling, her entire hand was shaking. She set the cup down before she spilled it and went back to her desk and sat down before she fell down.