over and his life would go back to normal.
Normal sucked.
* * *
Every bone in her body hadliquefied.
And Garrett had the most comfortable lap she’d ever curled up in. Granted, she didn’t make a habit of curling up in men’s laps, but she was sure Garrett’s would win, hands down.
Which made it that much harder to move.
“We can’t stay like this all night.” Garrett’s voice rumbled against her cheek.
Spoil sport. “One more minute. I think all my limbs are broken.”
He chuckled. “I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”
She pushed off him, a chill shaking her body at the loss of his heat. “You should.”
“Then I return the compliment, princess, because I don’t think my legs are gonna work either.”
She stretched her hands out. “Come on, hotshot, let’s get cleaned up and finish dinner. I’m starving.”
He groaned, but let her pull him to his feet.
She shrieked as he scooped her up, carrying her through the bedroom and into the bathroom. It wasn’t quite as large as hers, but it was still a nice sized suite with all the amenities.
He placed her on the counter, the marble cool against the bare skin of her backside. He methodically set about warming a cloth and she hissed as he pressed it between her legs.
He jerked away. “Too hot?”
“No, no. It’s okay.” Weird. She wasn’t used to being cared for like this. It was awkward, but she allowed him to press her knees farther apart. His brow creased as he wiped the warm rag over her swollen flesh.
It was touching, his gentle ministrations. A vast difference from the man who had fucked her silly a few minutes ago.
She cleared her throat. “I’m curious about something.”
“I’m an open book, darlin’. Have at it.”
Her body tightened at the image his words brought to mind. Garrett sprawled naked on the bed, his cock hard and ready for her to taste and enjoy. Jeez, she was acting like a horny teenager.
She cleared her throat, trying to sound nonchalant so he wouldn’t guess her real motive. “Why aren’t you sharing a room with Tyler? You guys are friends. Why the suite by yourself?”
He gave her a droll stare. “You mean did I pay for my own room because I was planning to hook up with someone?”
Busted.
“If you want to know something, Jessa, ask.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead.
She scowled at him. “Okay, fine. Did you get your own room in case you hooked up with someone?”
“No.” He turned, giving her a spectacular view of his naked ass as he walked away.
She hopped off the counter and followed him into the bedroom. “That’s all I get?”
Garrett pulled on a pair of shorts, covering up all that male hotness. Damn, but the man had an endless supply. Of shorts and hotness.
“What more do you want me to say? No, I didn’t get this suite for a hook up.” He considered her. “Although, it’s a damn good thing I did, don’t you think?”
“Very funny.”
He crossed his arms, his brow cocked arrogantly as he glanced over her naked body. “If you want to continue to talk, I’d suggest clothes. Stat. Otherwise … well … here.”
He tossed her a T-shirt and she pulled it over her head.
The material was soft with age, a subtle male spice lingering in the fibers. She wanted to cover her nose and breathe it in. It felt strange wearing his shirt. Possessive. Not something she should feel about Garrett.
At least it fell to her knees, covering any part of her that may entice him.
“Jesus, you look sexy as fuck in my shirt, princess.”
Or not.
“The suite,” she prompted.
“I roomed with Tyler all through college. Why would I want to put myself through that mess again?”
She narrowed her eyes at his back as he, yet again, left her to follow him as he moved from the room. “What aren’t you telling me?”
He snorted as he sat on the couch, stretching his legs out in front of him and folding his hands over his stomach. “Still think I’m the spoiled athlete who needs a
Normal sucked.
* * *
Every bone in her body hadliquefied.
And Garrett had the most comfortable lap she’d ever curled up in. Granted, she didn’t make a habit of curling up in men’s laps, but she was sure Garrett’s would win, hands down.
Which made it that much harder to move.
“We can’t stay like this all night.” Garrett’s voice rumbled against her cheek.
Spoil sport. “One more minute. I think all my limbs are broken.”
He chuckled. “I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”
She pushed off him, a chill shaking her body at the loss of his heat. “You should.”
“Then I return the compliment, princess, because I don’t think my legs are gonna work either.”
She stretched her hands out. “Come on, hotshot, let’s get cleaned up and finish dinner. I’m starving.”
He groaned, but let her pull him to his feet.
She shrieked as he scooped her up, carrying her through the bedroom and into the bathroom. It wasn’t quite as large as hers, but it was still a nice sized suite with all the amenities.
He placed her on the counter, the marble cool against the bare skin of her backside. He methodically set about warming a cloth and she hissed as he pressed it between her legs.
He jerked away. “Too hot?”
“No, no. It’s okay.” Weird. She wasn’t used to being cared for like this. It was awkward, but she allowed him to press her knees farther apart. His brow creased as he wiped the warm rag over her swollen flesh.
It was touching, his gentle ministrations. A vast difference from the man who had fucked her silly a few minutes ago.
She cleared her throat. “I’m curious about something.”
“I’m an open book, darlin’. Have at it.”
Her body tightened at the image his words brought to mind. Garrett sprawled naked on the bed, his cock hard and ready for her to taste and enjoy. Jeez, she was acting like a horny teenager.
She cleared her throat, trying to sound nonchalant so he wouldn’t guess her real motive. “Why aren’t you sharing a room with Tyler? You guys are friends. Why the suite by yourself?”
He gave her a droll stare. “You mean did I pay for my own room because I was planning to hook up with someone?”
Busted.
“If you want to know something, Jessa, ask.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead.
She scowled at him. “Okay, fine. Did you get your own room in case you hooked up with someone?”
“No.” He turned, giving her a spectacular view of his naked ass as he walked away.
She hopped off the counter and followed him into the bedroom. “That’s all I get?”
Garrett pulled on a pair of shorts, covering up all that male hotness. Damn, but the man had an endless supply. Of shorts and hotness.
“What more do you want me to say? No, I didn’t get this suite for a hook up.” He considered her. “Although, it’s a damn good thing I did, don’t you think?”
“Very funny.”
He crossed his arms, his brow cocked arrogantly as he glanced over her naked body. “If you want to continue to talk, I’d suggest clothes. Stat. Otherwise … well … here.”
He tossed her a T-shirt and she pulled it over her head.
The material was soft with age, a subtle male spice lingering in the fibers. She wanted to cover her nose and breathe it in. It felt strange wearing his shirt. Possessive. Not something she should feel about Garrett.
At least it fell to her knees, covering any part of her that may entice him.
“Jesus, you look sexy as fuck in my shirt, princess.”
Or not.
“The suite,” she prompted.
“I roomed with Tyler all through college. Why would I want to put myself through that mess again?”
She narrowed her eyes at his back as he, yet again, left her to follow him as he moved from the room. “What aren’t you telling me?”
He snorted as he sat on the couch, stretching his legs out in front of him and folding his hands over his stomach. “Still think I’m the spoiled athlete who needs a
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