High Voltage

When Garrett stood and his hands slipped under her camisole to gently stroke her skin, she held her sigh of relief in check.

He knew what she wanted without her even having to say it.

She stared up at him, seeing the desire and passion swirling in his dark eyes. Serena's hands slid up his powerful arms and then her fingers twined in his thick, damp hair just moments before his mouth claimed hers again. His passionate kiss made her body vibrate with arousal. Garrett's hands eased over her ribcage. When his palms cupped her breasts, Serena's fingers twisted deeper in his hair and she pressed her body to his, wanting to feel all of him melded to her.

He broke the kiss and his mouth moved over her jaw and down her throat again, his teeth and tongue gently teasing her sensitive flesh. His thumbs brushed over her hard nipples, toying with the tight buds and stimulating Serena like nothing she'd ever known before.

A soft whimper escaped her parted lips.

"You like how I touch you,” he said in a quiet voice.

"Yes,” she whispered. His hands continued to caress her breasts. Serena could hardly wait for his mouth to find its way to the taut peaks that begged for more of his attention.

As though he knew what she wanted—what she needed—his hand pushed the thin material upward. Serena relinquished her hold on him and raised her arms high above her head as Garrett lifted the camisole away from her body. The flimsy lingerie dropped to the hardwood floor. Then Garrett's hands slid down her arms.

Serena held her breath in anticipation of her bare flesh touching his. When their bodies melded together again, she let out a low moan of extreme pleasure. Nothing had ever felt quite so right. Garrett's skin was warm and smooth, covering hard muscles that seemed to surround her. His very presence soothed her insides, allowing her insecurities to slip away. It no longer mattered that she had such little experience with heated moments such as these. She realized she didn't need to know anything more than how to acknowledge the way her body responded to Garrett's touch. And to allow herself the pleasure of touching him.

His mouth covered hers again and he pulled her into another deep, titillating kiss. He backed her up until she felt her mattress against the backs of her calves. Gently, he lowered her down to the bed, one of his powerful legs slipping between her parted thighs. His knee hit the mattress and he carefully eased her down until she was sprawled across the bed. Settling between her legs, Garrett covered her completely.

Serena had never known such bliss. To have the man's weight on her, to feel his skin against hers, to experience his entire being connecting with hers in such an intimate way left Serena reeling. Excitement mingled with anticipation. She had no idea what to expect from Garrett Slater, yet she sensed every moment with him would be a pleasurable one.

As he stared down at her, his smoldering eyes locked with hers, Serena felt the corners of her mouth quiver. The way Garrett roused her libido made her want to grin from ear to ear. Never before had Serena been so overcome with sexual desire. It was fascinating ... liberating ... stimulating.

"You're not afraid of me,” he said in a soft voice.

Her head rolled from side to side on the mattress. “No."

"Do you trust me, Serena?"

Her eyes remained locked with his. “Yes."

"Do you know that I want nothing more than to bring you pleasure? To make you feel good?"

Serena's heart melted a little. “You lying on top of me feels good."

He shifted above her, moving downward just enough that his erection pressed against the juncture of her legs.

She gasped as a jolt of electricity targeted the most intimate part of her. The restless feeling that had not abated in the least since this encounter had begun suddenly intensified tenfold. “I want to ... feel you.” Her eyes searched his, wondering if she was adequately conveying her needs.

The slow, sexy grin that touched Garrett's lips told her he knew exactly what she wanted. With one hand, he reached for the towel secured at his waist and yanked it open. Lifting himself off her just an inch, he dragged the damp material away from his body and tossed it aside.

Serena couldn't help but sneak a peek at him. Her heart hammered in her chest at the vision before her. He was magnificent. At the same time, the size of him sent a ripple of hesitation through her.

His grin widened. “We'll fit together perfectly. Don't be scared."

"I'm not scared,” she said, a hint of indignation in her voice.

Garrett's look softened. “No, you wouldn't be. You're not afraid of anything, are you, Serena?"

She didn't know what to say to that. Serena believed in standing up for herself and holding her ground no matter what the threat, no matter the trepidation that may skitter through her. She believed in the good of human beings; didn't doubt her own self-worth; and had just enough of an adventurous spirit that she didn't back down from challenges or new experiences. Still ... she had her fears.

"You could have run in here and locked the door when you found me in the back of your truck. But you didn't,” he said. “You confronted me."

"I figured there was a reason you were here."

His head dipped and his lips brushed over hers. “There is.” One elbow was propped by her shoulder, holding him up. With the other hand, he gently clasped her fingers and guided her hand toward his waist. “We were destined for this moment, Serena."

She had no idea what that meant, or why he felt that way. All that registered in Serena's mind was the touch of his soft skin beneath her fingertips as she carefully grazed the thick shaft he'd led her to. Fascinated by the smooth texture of his skin and the contradicting rigid strength of him, she boldly explored the length and width of his hard cock. Her fingers wrapped around the wide base, causing a sharp stab of desire between her legs. She felt the moisture ooze from her body and dampen her panties. Excitement suddenly seemed too mild a word for what she felt.