Unconditional

Fuck, I need her.

I straddle her body, slowly peeling her shirt from her skin, button by button. Carina watches me, poised, breathless, but I take my time: undoing her jeans and sliding them down her legs until she’s lying there in just a scrap of silk and lace, her creamy flesh crying out for my touch.

Goddamn, she’s beautiful.

“Where do I start?” I murmur, teasing her. “Here?” I bend my head to lap at her ni**les through the scratchy lace of her bra. Carina lets out a whimper, arching up against my mouth, but I pull away, laughing. “Or, how about here…” I trail my tongue down her stomach and over the silk of her panties, dipping to lick up the apex of her thighs.

Carina cries out this time, reaching to grab the back of my head.

“Not so fast,” I tease, slipping from her grasp. I take her wrists and pull them up over her head, wrapping her fingers around the metal bar of the headboard. “Hold on, sweetheart,” I whisper, dropping a kiss on her forehead. “And if you want it harder, just scream.”

Carina’s eyes widen, thrilled, but she doesn’t protest, just grips the bar tighter. I slide back down her body, taking my time, tasting every inch of her. Goddamn, she’s a peach. Curves for days, begging to be licked, teased, nibbled. I lose myself in her, whispering kisses across her sensitive skin then sucking her ni**les hard until she cries out, her desperate desire mingling with my own crashing heartbeat until I can’t see straight, I can’t think, all I can do is clench her body tighter in my hands and slide lower, to that sinful triangle of silk and God, the center of my f**king universe.

I hook my thumbs under her panties and slide them down, dizzy with lust. I’ve never wanted anyone so much in my life before, but this is a different kind of desire pumping like fire in my veins—primal and fierce, it takes me over, fueled by every whimper and trembling moan. I don’t just want to f**k her senseless, I want to make her beg, out of her mind for me. To drive her so crazy with desire she screams my name until she’s raw.

I want to obliterate every memory of every other man, until it’s only my hands she thinks of on her body, only my touch she cries out for in the night. I want her so wet, she comes the minute I slide my c**k inside her, so f**king ready, she can’t ever get enough.

I want her mine.

Carina lifts her head, meeting my gaze as I grip her thighs with both hands and spread her legs wide for me. Her pupils dilate, but I don’t move, I just kneel, watching the anticipation rise in her face until she’s squirming, still holding on to that headboard as if for dear life.

“Please,” she whispers softly, so soft I almost don’t hear it over my thundering heartbeat.

“Please what?” I tease, tugging her panties down. I drop my head to taste the sweet skin of her inner thighs, breathing her in, the intoxicating scent of her. “Please, more?” I lick closer to her core. Carina lets out a moan. “Please, harder?” I slowly circle her clit, until she’s trembling. “Please, now?” I stay, poised between her legs, my mouth just inches away from her. I breathe in and out, feeling her glorious body shake in my hands.

“Garrett,” she breaks, “please!”

I’m playing with fire. Already, these emotions are too strong; this passion, way too dangerous. I could lose myself in her, forget all the bitter oaths I’ve sworn. But the sound of my name like a prayer on her lips is too much for a man like me to take. A rush of power slams through me fierce enough to blot out the sun. I forget everything, even the voice whispering in the back of my mind, warning me that I’m in trouble. I can’t hold back a moment longer.

I lower my mouth to take her and f**k, I come undone.

20

This time it’s different.

Garrett takes his time, driving me to the brink of heaven and back, until I’m gasping, dizzy in his arms. And when I finally can’t take another moment without him, and he finally lays his body down to cover my own, the feel of his c**k thrusting slowly inside me is a miracle.

Only him.

I break right away, a sweet, dizzy wave of sensation rippling through me, pulling him deeper inside. Garrett braces himself above me on his elbows, his weight pressing me into the soft sheets, skin on skin, sliding with a glorious damp friction that sends me soaring all over again.

He cradles my face in his hand, eyes locked on mine, slowly plunging into me with devastating precision.

I’m gone. I can’t even describe it, the feel of him, everywhere. It’s like I’ve melted into pure sensation, a river that flows around his body, formless, weightless, surging to surround his form, his very essence. Every breath, I inhale it from his lips; every pulse of him inside me, hard and thick, makes me weep with pleasure. And all the while, the dark yearning in his eyes calls out to me, stripping my soul bare and piercing right to the very heart of me.

I’ve never felt so exposed and yet so safe in a man’s arms. All my fears, all my insecurities, they somehow shatter under his steady, demanding gaze and the velvet of his touch. I arch against him, needy and reckless, matching his pace and holding his rhythm as Garrett clasps me to him, his h*ps driving, still relentlessly slow. But I’m past hunger now, this is a new kind of desire. With each surge of our bodies, I find myself falling deeper into him, into this magical space, all glittering darkness and delirious touch, nothing but his eyes, unwavering on mine and oh, the gentle slide of our bodies, taking me beyond anything I’ve known before, to a place where there’s no past, no regrets, no self-loathing, where I’m unsheathed and open, my truest self of all.