I had worried that Garrett would be rusty. Not that I’m naïve enough to think that he's been celibate for twelve years, but I’ve never seen him with a woman, so I assume it's a fuck ‘n chuck scenario.

Regardless, the man has the tongue of a magician. I keep waiting for him to peek his head out from between my legs to lay on top of me, but that hasn't happened yet. Instead, his beard scratches the inside of my thighs in the most arousing way.

My hands reach down and my fingers thread through the longer strands of hair on the top of his head as my back arches. A low deep growl sounds from him only drenching me further.

“Don't stop,” I plead.

He shakes his head and his fingers dig into my hips as he pushes his face further into my center.

A tremble ignites and I wiggle my hips to extinguish that cusp my body is demanding. I don't want to come yet. I want to enjoy him down there. What I've imagined for years has finally come true like my own fairy godmother struck her wand and granted me a wish.

As much as I want to prolong this, Garrett’s masterful tongue isn’t giving me any choice.

“I'm going to come.” My body twists and turns until he plants his hands on my stomach to keep me in place.

That growl murmurs into me once more and his tongue slides and sucks. Once he reaches up and squeezes both my nipples, I combust, unable to keep my orgasm at bay.

“Fuck!” I scream, the upper half of my body bolting upright while my hands keep him between my legs.

I collapse back into the soft cushions of the couch as he smiles at me, his beard glistening with my juices which gears up my insides for another round.

Kissing his way up to me, his beard itches my skin in the most delectable way, but when he gets to me, he's hesitant for a second, staring down at me.

I grab the back of his neck and pull him down to me, tasting myself on his mouth. A sweet thank you kiss turns ravenous and the tip of his dick is positioned at my center.

“Garrett,” I say against his mouth. “Do you have anything?”

His forehead falls to my shoulder and he shakes it back and forth.

“No. You?”

If we were in my apartment, yes, but I don't pack condoms when I'm expecting a weekend alone.

“No.”

“Shit.” He sits up, his dick still hard and begging for me to wrap my pussy around it.

I’m throbbing with the expectation of how deep he'd fill me.

“How good of a maid do you have?” I ask.

He looks up, a smirk on his lips understanding my meaning.

Jumping up, he runs up the stairs and I follow, searching the other bedrooms.

I'm in the one furthest down the left side and he's in the master. The only sounds in the cabin are us opening and shutting every cabinet and drawer.

“Anything?” I yell out.

“No.” The disappointment in his tone can't be missed.

“Me either.”

We meet up in the middle bedroom until we're standing on either side of the bed naked, with matching frowns.

“I could run to the store,” Garrett offers.

I glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand. “You'd have to go into Wet Rock.”

And by the time he got there, they'd probably be closed.

“This might be the only time I wish we lived in a city,” he grumbles.

I laugh, Garrett joking around isn't an everyday occurrence.

“Well.” I crawl over the bed. “I did just have my exam last month and I haven't been with anyone.” My finger runs up the patch of hair that runs from his navel to his joystick. At least I’m crossing my fingers that it brings me joy.

He looks down at me, contemplating his decision.

“I had a vasectomy.”

I sit up on my knees and wrap my arms around his neck.

“Then I say we're good.”

His two hands land on either side of my face. “I've never not used a condom.”

I nod and he releases me. My lips travel to his ear. “Then I'd say you should fuck me right here.”

He pushes me down on the bed and stares down at me. I can't read his expression, and for a brief moment I think he's going to walk out the door without a goodbye, but he pulls my legs apart and slides me along the comforter to the edge of the bed.

“I want to start with me looking down at you.”

His two hands play with my tits, his thumbs running over my nipples.

Reaching forward, I direct his dick to enter me and inch-by-inch he fills me. As soon as I'm fully wrapped around his hard length, a weird sensation hits me—peace and surrender almost.

He circles at first. A slow grind that ignites the bundle of nerves already on alert. The heat from his eyes scorch my skin and his calloused hands grip my hips. At first, he watches himself moving in and out of me until I arch my back and then his attention shifts back to my tits.

Never did I think Garrett's eyes would say so much as he watches me writhe under him. They're so filled with lust and raw need that I wonder if everything he said downstairs was true. Has he thought of me more than I realized?

“You're gorgeous.” His hands leave my hips, molding my tits between his fingers. He manipulates them whichever way he wants. He doesn’t know it, but nothing turns me on faster than when a man plays with my tits.

“God, Garrett,” I pant, those nerve endings frenzied and ready for him to really fuck me.

He pulls out of me, flips me over, and moves me back to the edge of the bed.

Plunging back into me, his hands grab a hold of my tits like they're his anchors and he slides in and out of me, harder and faster with every thrust.

My arms struggle to hold my upper body up, even though I'm fairly sure Garrett has me. My eyes drift shut and my head falls forward.

One hand leaves my breasts and he pulls me up until my back is pressed to his front while he continues to fuck me like he won’t ever get enough. Turning my face to his, he kisses me and swallows down the cries of my orgasm as I pulse around his cock.

A second later, he stills inside of me, never slowing down our kiss. I desperately want to turn around and kiss him for the rest of the night.

I thought banging the big bad wolf would get him out of my system. I thought all the lust that fills me when he's near would disappear once I had him, but I never expected it to feel like this. I never expected to feel as though he was the missing puzzle piece all along and the two of us together somehow completed me.

Fuck.

I should leave.

I should forget this night, but instead, I ask, “How much longer until you're ready again?”

He chuckles into my back, his beard scratching my skin as he slowly withdraws from me.

“Usually I'd say twenty minutes, but with you, probably five.”

He disappears into the bathroom and returns with a washcloth.

Yep, I need to leave. I definitely shouldn't be rolling over and allowing him to clean me up. There's no reason for me to be letting him lay over top of me on the bed so he can kiss me again.

“Make that a minute.” He ends our kiss and I don't have to look down to know he's already becoming hard again because I can feel his length prodding my thigh.

Clearly my hand is a glutton for punishment because it doesn't listen to common sense as it ventures down to stroke him.

I'm a complete moron who deserves to get her heart broken because I already know that's exactly what Garrett Shaw will do to me.