Chapter Twenty-Eight
Garrett wasn’t gentle when he kissed Sam. She wanted to play with fire? He’d show her how hot it could get.
He’d wanted her for too long. Longer than she realized.
Every synapse in his brain was sounding an alarm that he was crossing a line. They wouldn’t be able to go back. He ignored every warning.
He’d thought of kissing her ever since the time at the restaurant. The truth was, he hadn’t needed to kiss her then, but he’d done it without thinking. Much like now, he hadn’t been able to help himself.
What was it about this woman that made him lose his mind? The worst part was, he didn’t know if he could walk away if he wanted to.
Which he didn’t.
He lifted her onto the counter so he could kiss her easier. She immediately wrapped her legs around him. Eagerly, he rocked against her. She moaned softly when he pulled back and gasped in pleasure when he pressed forward.
He increased the tempo.
She reached for his shirt and he let her pull it over his head. Her fingertips felt like ten burning points as she trailed her hands down his stomach, moving toward the button on his jeans.
If he had any intention of stopping her, now would be the time. He pulled back slightly and gazed into the green depths of her eyes. Things slowed for him. He still wanted her just as much…but he realized he wanted it to be more than just a romp in the kitchen.
It meant something.
She pulled him back, grinding against him with need, and he almost gave in.
Almost.
Instead, he picked her up, his hands coming up to support her ass.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“To your room. You’re not a countertop kind of girl.”
“Yes, I am. Please, Garrett.”
Did she realize that her eyes and the way she begged turned him to mush? He would do anything she asked when she looked at him that way.
With a groan of surrender, he put her on her feet long enough to strip off her pants, then set her back on the counter and took off her shirt, too.
Then he remembered the only condom in the house was in his wallet, which was in his room.
“One second,” he said. “Don’t move.”
She whined when he pulled away, and he almost decided not to bother, but his job was to protect her in all ways.
He worked his jeans loose on his way back, and rushed through the next few steps until he was able to push into her and take her mouth at the same time.
She cried out his name in pleasure, and he nearly lost it right then.
“More,” she begged.
He knew if he gave her much more, he would be giving everything. And he only had the one condom.
Why did he only have one damned condom?
Because he shouldn’t be using any with her.
Screw that. He needed to make it last.
He bent down to give attention to her beautiful breasts. Small, but sexy. He sucked on one of her nipples while teasing the other with his fingers. At some point one of them knocked over one the barstools.
She held onto him, her hands clenching his hair in the sexiest way. When he moaned against her neck, she tensed. For a second, he thought he may have done something wrong, but then he felt the first pulse of her orgasm.
“God, Sam,” he said into her warm skin while kissing her neck. She’d made it too easy for him. He’d been prepared to work for it, but she was ahead of him.
Each constriction urged him closer to his own climax, and when he was certain she had finished, he gave in with a loud groan.
Afterward, they leaned against each other, fighting to catch their breath. Holy shit. His legs trembled, barely able to hold him up.
“Wow,” she said. “Why do people have sex in bed when countertop sex is so amazing?”
He laughed, and kissed her before he went to toss the condom. The guilt hadn’t kicked in yet, he was still riding a wave of pleasure and relaxation. He felt great. Better than great. He felt things—
Damn. Things he couldn’t have with her.
He handed over her shirt and searched for her panties as they helped each other dress.
She looked up at him. “Please don’t say this shouldn’t have happened. I don’t want you to ruin it.”
“I’m not going to say that.” He paused. “But…surely, you know it wasn’t supposed to happen.”
She tilted her head. “As in, it happens all the time even though it’s not supposed to? Or as in, it really never happens…?”
“It really never happens. At least, never to me.” Not once.
“Hmm.” Her lips curved.
He stepped forward to wipe that smug look off her face with a blistering kiss when the house alarms went off.
He froze. An intruder.
It only took him a fraction of a second to switch gears. He burst into action.
His burning physical desire turned instantly to the icy calm of a skilled law enforcement officer.
Saving her life was now his only thought.