Fuck me. I’m going to have to send Kelly a thank-you gift of some sort for this. Hell, maybe I’ll buy out all of Kelly’s dresses, that should do it.
I take her purse and dig out the keys. As soon as I push the door open, I pull her inside and slam it shut.
I have her pressed against it before she can say anything, my lips on hers, needing to taste her. I know this is barbaric and our first time shouldn’t, and won’t, be against the door of her house, but if I don’t feel her skin against my lips right this second I’m going to explode.
This dress has been killing me the entire night—the amount of skin she showed drove me absolutely mad. Not as crazy as the slit that went so far up her leg that I swear it wouldn’t be hard to see how wet she is right now.
And now knowing she had on nothing underneath, I’m a man possessed. Thank God I didn’t know that during the event because we’d never have made it past her front door.
My lips leave hers as I kiss my way down her chin, then to her chest, as I lower myself to my knees. I hear her suck in a shaky breath.
I place my hand on her ankle, loving the feel of her smooth skin against my palm.
“What am I going to find if I keep going up? Am I going to find you wet for me?”
My hand slides from her ankle to her calf, and then to her knee. Her skin is the softest thing I have ever felt. When I look up at her, her eyes are closed and she is frantically nodding at my questions, begging me with her body that is now quivering under my touch.
“I’m going to need words, Angel. What am I going to find when I make my way up this dress that has been teasing me all night?”
“I’m… I’m wet.”
“Are you shy now?” I say as my hand continues its way up her thigh, my other hand beginning to lift her dress up so I have complete access to her. “You weren’t shy earlier.”
“I-I want you so bad, Garrett. I-I can’t… been so long…”
I place a small kiss on the inside of her thigh, and fuck, I can smell her arousal. I’m going to go mad soon if I don’t get my mouth on her.
“I have never wanted anything more in my life. Relax, Angel. I’ve got you.”
I lift her dress over her hips and kiss my way up from her thigh, across her hip bone, and down until I’m tasting Paige for the first time.
“Oh God, Garrett… Oh, fu—”
Her words die out as I lick her from back to front, tasting every inch. I knew she would be sweet, and I should have known just one lick would get me addicted.
I could stay here all night. My tongue is working her wet center, quick flicks working her up before I suck on her clit. The change in sensations makes her hips buck and before I know it, Paige is riding my face.
It’s the hottest moment of my life.
She’s so close, I can tell. I insert one finger and… fuck, she’s already squeezing me like a vise.
“Garrett, please… I’m going to… Oh God, don’t stop.”
Stop? How could I stop now? I couldn’t if I wanted to. Instead, I pick up the pace with my finger, adding a second, trying to find that spot that will send her off as my tongue continues to worship every inch of her pussy.
The second her orgasm begins, I can feel it, and I don’t know how I don’t come in my pants just from her reaction. Her head falls back against the door and her breathing is heavy. Her hands are gripping my hair so tight I think she’s about to rip out a few chunks. The sounds she makes are like none I’ve ever heard. I want to hear them again every day for the rest of my life.
I will never get enough of this woman.
I slowly bring her down, leaving gentle kisses around her center as her breathing slows.
“Garrett, take me to bed.”
Her wish is my command.
I scoop her up, carrying her to her bedroom. I place her down on the mattress, and as I begin to take off her shoes, I’m overwhelmed by the sight in front of me. Her hair fanned across her mattress, her dress still around her waist, and the evidence of her release still there.
It’s the most erotic image I have ever seen.
“You are beautiful,” I say as I take off my tuxedo jacket. “Every day I see you, you are more beautiful than the day before.”
“Come here.”
And I do. I can’t resist her, or her outstretched arms. I lie down on top of her as she brings me in for a kiss, and I know she can taste herself on me. But that doesn’t stop her. In fact, I think it spurs her on. Her hands are pulling at my hair and her legs are wrapped around my waist, as if her body is begging me for more.
This woman is going to be the death of me.
“Clothes,” she says breathlessly. “I need them off. Now.”
Who am I to argue?
I bring her up so we are both on our knees. She begins by slowly lowering the straps to my suspenders.
“I knew you were a suspenders man. At least I hoped and prayed you had suspenders on underneath that jacket.”
I smile, loving that she has had thoughts of me. “Did you now?”
She nods, showing me a devilish smile as she continues to work the buttons of my shirt. “I did. That first time I saw you in your tuxedo at the luncheon. I thought about you then, Garrett. I wanted you so much.”
She releases the final button and removes my shirt before beginning to undo my pants.
“Wait.”
My words startle her, but I quickly put her mind at ease. “I need to see this dress off of you.”
She turns around on her knees, now facing away from me. I find the zipper and begin lowering it. Not wanting her to have to move, I gather the fabric and bring it over her head. She’s now completely naked for me and I can’t help but stare.
She looks over her shoulder at me. “What are you waiting for?”
And that’s it. That’s my resolve snapping. I stand up, discard my pants and find a condom in my wallet. I hurry up and sheath myself and find my way back to Paige, who is still kneeling on her bed, begging me with her eyes to come back to her.
“Paige.” I kiss her shoulder as my hands make their way over her breasts. Just like I knew, they fit perfectly in my hands. “I can wait… we don’t have to.”
She tilts her head, giving my mouth more room to explore. And then she does something I never expected, she reaches between us and begins stroking my length.
“I want you, Garrett. I want this. I want us.”
With those words, I lift her up and place her on her back, her legs spread on either side of me. I take my length in my hand and line it up at her center.
“I want us, Angel. I want nothing but us.”
With those words I enter her, and for the first time in maybe my entire life, I feel like I’m home.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Paige
I’ve never been a great sleeper.
It stems from my childhood. My mother had a constant string of boyfriends in and out of the house, and I never trusted any of them. The habit followed me into adulthood.
But last night? With my body sated and falling asleep with Garrett’s arms around me? I’ve never slept better in my entire life.
And if this is what waking up to him is like? His arms wrapped around me, his length pressing against my back and his warm breath against my neck? Sign me up.