But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. Wrapping my arms under her body, I pulled her up so she was facing me. Now we were touching everywhere. My hands roamed her waist, her br**sts, and over every other inch of skin her body owned. Our lips fused together, and my tongue merged with hers, thrusting into her mouth, as my body continued to pound into her.
Her body gripped my c**k like a glove, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Just when I felt my balls tighten to the point of no return, she cried out as I felt her body squeeze my dick like a vise, and I was gone. I spilled into her, feeling like I’d just run that marathon I swore I could have done when I woke up.
We had worked up quite a sweat.
My forehead found hers, and I tried to find my breath again. She bent down and her lips brushed my chest, and she kissed it as she clung to me.
“Garrett, what are we doing?” she whispered.
I’d known this was coming. She’d fallen asleep in my arms last night, and while lying awake, tangled in her sheets and nuzzled against her, I’d tried to prepare.
“I don’t know, but I don’t want to stop.”
Her eyes lifted and met mine.
“I honestly don’t know what we are doing, Mia, but I know that I can’t walk out that door and go back to whatever we were doing before. I just can’t. I don’t know where this will take us, but I know one thing. I can’t seem to move forward in my life without you in it.”
Her gaze dropped once more, and her forehead fell against my chest. “You deserve better, Garrett, so much better,” she murmured.
I lifted her chin. “I don’t want anyone else, Mia. This turn in our relationship doesn’t mean it’s an instant fix for all past transgressions. I don’t know how to forgive you…”
She tried to look away, but I kept a firm grasp on her chin.
“But the difference now is that I want to. I want to forgive you. Let me try.”
Tears fell down her cheeks, and I carefully caught them with my thumbs and whisked them away.
“No tears, baby. We’ll figure this out,” I said with an encouraging smile I hoped she bought.
I was playing it by ear as much as she was, and I was probably just as scared. I had so much to overcome if we were going to make it through to the other side of whatever stood between happiness and us.
“So, what happens now?” she asked after the tears dried up.
I bent down and handed her back the shirt I’d thrown on the floor. “We take it one day at a time. Right now, you’re going to make me breakfast because I’m starving from that workout you gave me,” I said with a wicked grin. “Then, we’re going to go do whatever the hell you want for the rest of the day.”
She slipped the shirt over her head, and I silently mourned the absence of her br**sts from my view, but it was nice to see her back in my shirt. I slipped back into my boxers and helped her off the counter. I held her in my arms a bit longer.
“Don’t you have to work?” she asked, glancing at the clock.
It was just after seven in the morning on a Wednesday.
“Yes, but I think I just came down with the flu, and it’s bad. I’m gonna need a day off, maybe two.”
She looked stunned as she hit me on the arm. “I’m appalled, Garrett Finnegan! Playing hooky? I thought workaholics didn’t take days off.”
Sliding my hands underneath the T-shirt so that I could feel her bare ass again, I laughed. “I think I’ve been a workaholic long enough, don’t you? Besides, I’ve never taken a sick day before. I want to see what all the fuss is about.”
“Hmm…well, lucky for you, I don’t have to work for the next two days,” she said as her fingers danced along my chest.
“I know. I checked with Leah.”
Her eyes widened, and I chuckled.
“You checked up on me?”
“I did. I wanted to see when you’d be home, so I could drop off the flowers. We had a nice chat.”
She looked horrified, and I couldn’t help but grin from the torture I was putting her through.
“What did she say?”
“She said…”
“What, Garrett? Tell me!”
“She said you need to make me breakfast.”
I got a slap on the ass for that one, which I thoroughly enjoyed.
~Mia~
After Garrett called in sick, I made him a sorry excuse for eggs, and we retreated upstairs. He proceeded to take full advantage of my shower, making sure the door was wide open. He made a show of sliding his boxers down his firm ass as he waited for the water to warm. I finally caved and jumped in with him. We emptied the hot water tank while finding innovative ways to pleasure each other in the tight space. When I dropped down in front of him and took his hard length in my waiting warm mouth, he cried out my name and fisted my hair until he was shaking and shooting his release into the back of my throat. I gave him a grin and licked the tip clean before I climbed up his body. He pressed me against the wall and showed me his gratitude in many inventive ways.
He carried me out of the bathroom, wrapped in a fuzzy green towel, and he took time drying my hair and body, like I was the most precious thing in the world. He did it with such care and sensitivity, and I was nearly sobbing by the time his fingers left my skin.
I didn’t deserve any of his tenderness, any of his soft words or care, but I was taking it anyway. I was the worst kind of person. I was selfish and untrustworthy, but I couldn’t walk away again. A life without this man wasn’t living, and I’d spent too long living half of a life. Now that I’d felt what it was like to breathe again, I couldn’t fathom going back. I would hold on to him even if I didn’t deserve to.
There was so much he didn’t know, so much I should explain.
He deserved to know everything. But where should I begin?
“Where’s that lotion you always wear?” Garrett said against my ear after lying down next to me on the bed.
As he caressed my skin, I smiled, feeling a little giddy that he’d noticed the lotion I still wore. It was the same brand I’d worn since I was fifteen, and I’d never changed it.
“Mia, did you know that you always smell like oranges?”
I smiled but covered it up quickly as I turned in my seat to address him.
Garrett Finnegan did strange things to my body that I’d never experienced before. Whenever I was around him, my heart fluttered. It went beyond a crush, and the thought scared me.
“It’s my lotion. Does it bother you?” I asked hesitantly.