My doorbell rings right as I put the last suitcase by the front door.

The smile on my face can't be denied when I open the door to Garrett standing on my doorstep.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and he backs me up into the apartment, shutting the door behind him.

“A whole day without you,” he grumbles.

When my back is against the wall, his mouth descends on my neck.

“Too many clothes.” His hands skate up underneath my sweater.

Thanksgiving was yesterday and since no one really knows we're officially a couple yet, we decided not to drop the news on Thanksgiving. Not that anyone will be upset. At least I don't think so.

“Well, the sooner we get out of here, the sooner these clothes come off.” I giggle like the schoolgirl I've been around him since that night at his house.

He removes his hands from my body and grabs my bags. “Chop chop then, woman.”

Then he disappears out the door.

We booked a long weekend with our group of friends up in the mountains.

I lock up my apartment and meet him at the truck. “So, Sydney was okay?”

“Yeah, she's happy to stay at Chloe's. Melissa's mom is going to pick her up Sunday morning.” His eyes steady on me for a beat longer than they should, as though there's something he wants to tell me. Or maybe it's because Melissa’s name came up.

“Great.”

He shuts the tailgate and I move to round the back of the truck, but he grabs my hand and pulls me into him.

“You're just delaying your prize,” I joke, but his face grows serious. “What?”

His legs widen and his strong hands grip my hips. “You've given me a new love of yoga pants.”

I roll my eyes and shake my head. “I think you should use that mind to remember what I look like without yoga pants.” I tap his temple and wiggle free, enticing him to start driving up to the mountains.

But he pulls me back and my hands hit his strong chest with an humph.

“You're scaring me, Garrett.”

He shakes his head. “I want you to come to Melissa's parents on Sunday for dinner.”

My mouth dries as he studies my face for some sort of reaction. Although my insides are working like an overwound clock, my outward appearance probably registers my surprise.

This is a big step. A step I wasn't sure he'd want to make this early in the game. I mean it's been a couple weeks that we've been together with no one truly knowing except Sydney. Well, I'm fairly sure the guys know and I've told the girls, but the gossip mill in town doesn't. Hell, my parents don't.

“Um.”

“If you don't want to, I understand, but I want them to know before they hear it from someone else.”

I nod. “Okay.”

The agreement might leave my lips, but my heart is still jackhammering in my chest, threatening to crack my ribcage in two.

He kisses my forehead. “You're the best. I had to get that out of the way so we can enjoy the weekend.”

I’m glad he feels a little lighter. I would have preferred that bomb to be dropped Sunday.

* * *

Two hours later Garrett's truck is driving up the slick and steep hill to the mountain cabin. Luckily, my man has connections and got us all into a four-bedroom log cabin attached to Valley Ski Resort.

We pull up to the house and we’re the first to arrive out of everyone.

“Perfect. Early bird gets the girl. Hurry.” Garrett takes the keys out of the ignition and opens his door.

I'm still in my seatbelt when I hear the back tailgate open. The next thing I know, he's at my door with our two bags.

I unlock my seatbelt but before I have a chance to do anything else, my door is jarred open.

“You know Marcus is always on time. Let's go.” He's ushering me out with his hand.

“What is the rush?”

“You and me naked before everyone gets here, that's the rush.”

I laugh.

“We have our own room.”

He shakes his head, linking my hand with his and dragging me out of the truck.

“I need your tits in my hands. I need my cock in your pussy and I need your screams in my mouth.”

He closes my door, locks up the truck, and then we're trudging up the steps to a nice size log cabin.

“That was romantic,” I remark, not that I truly care.

Garrett and I might struggle with making love over fucking, but he shows me his feelings in the ways that matter—like how he always feeds me after. The way his hands never leave me for very long. The way he can sit through an entire movie with me snuggled into his side and he doesn't even try to cop a feel. The way he has me text him when I get home if I leave late. The more time we spend together the more I see his old self is pushing through that dark exterior.

“I'll romance you tonight. Okay?”

I cock my eyebrow as he enters the code to unlock the cabin. He opens the door and then looks over at me, seeing my ‘yeah right’ expression.

He chuckles. “Yeah, probably not.”

Grabbing both our bags, he throws them into the house and then picks me up like he always likes to do. Over the shoulder caveman style with his hand on my ass. The front door slams behind us.

He heads to the stairs, but I see my suitcase still there in the foyer, I figure this might be the best time to surprise him with my gift.

“Wait, grab my suitcase.” I smack his back and he rears back, barely bending and picking up my bag, leaving his. “Thanks,” I mumble.

We peruse the upstairs, well, he does. I’m just along for the ride. He peeks into one room, and then moves to the next one and the next. I get the upside down view as my hair hangs over my head.

“Finally.” We enter a room and from the king size bed and reading nook, I'm thinking he found the master bedroom.

Bringing me up, I slide down his chest, my hands stopping on either side of his face.

“Thanks for saving me the exercise.”

“How about you repay me with a strip tease?” He winks and my insides go all gooey and soft.

“Sit down in the chair,” I tell him.

He shuts the door and flicks the lock, toeing out of his shoes and stripping his jacket off on the way to the chair in the corner next to a bookcase.

“Bring it on, baby.”

His arms are on each arm of the chair and the bulge in his jeans is already visible.

I unzip my jacket and toss it on a chest at the end of the bed. Taking the hem of my shirt in both my hands, I toy with him as I pull it up inch by inch, teasing him.

“Let me see your tits.” He looks like he’s about ready to leap up out of his chair and take over.

“You're a very bossy customer.” I play the role of stripper servicing client and approval shines in his eyes. “But, since you’re paying…” I strip my shirt off and drop it on the floor as I walk forward in my red satin bra and yoga pants.

“Forget the strip tease, let's go straight to you straddling me.” He holds out his hands for me.

I bite my lower lip and shake my head, trying to portray my best sex kitten look.

Instead, I walk toward him, turn around and bend down as I pull my yoga pants past my ass, giving him a view of my matching red thong.

Smack.

I stand up and look over my shoulder secretly enjoying the stinging on my ass.

“No touching,” I say wagging my finger back and forth like he’s been a naughty boy.

His chest heaves and just to torture him a little more, I bend over and push my yoga pants completely off, after kicking my boots off.

Garrett kicks the ottoman that was in front of him to the side, widening his legs and holding his hands out to the side.

“Come.”

I shift my jaw to the side and raise my eyebrows. “I think you said strip tease, not lap dance.”

The you-got-me smile consumes his face and I can't hide my own grin from peeking out.

“What do I need to do for a lap dance?” he plays along, but my eyes flick to his hands undoing the button of his jeans and sliding down his zipper.

My two hands move to my back and unhook my bra, but I criss-cross my arms in front so it doesn’t fall.

“Come on baby, let me see those tits.”

“Ask nicely.”

Once he pulls his cock out of his pants, my panties are drenched and the only thing I want to do is straddle him in that chair and let his big strong hands play with my tits.

“Please, Miss Rose.”

“We switching the role playing up now?”

I drop my bra, not waiting for an answer.

His eyes widen and zoom in on my tits and I sashay as best I can over to him, pulling down my panties at the same time.

He holds out his hand for me, but instead of wrapping both my legs over his lap, I fall to my knees and fist his cock.

“Fuck,” he groans, his head falling back to the chair.

Holding his dick up, I lick the underside until my entire mouth covers his tip and I swirl it around my mouth like a Popsicle.

His hands weave through my hair, tightening in my strands and holding me to him.

“Keep it up, baby.”

My hand continues the pumping as I suck him in and out of my mouth.

“Damn.”

A moan escapes my throat and I push down farther, trying to take him as far as I can handle. In past experiences, guys have tried to take control by pushing my head down, but Garrett's light touch on my head allows me to work at my own pace.

I continued to do the one sexual act I'm a little self-conscious about, but the small sounds leaking from Garrett's lips tells me I'm doing more than okay.

Unable to really cup his balls since we never took the time to relieve him of his pants, I deep throat him as far as I can once more and when the tip of his dick hits the back of my throat a full throttle growl ruptures from him, and his body shakes.

The pressure between my legs is unbearable. I reach down, my fingers sliding over my mound and I play with my clit.

“Shit, baby. I'm close,” he warns, so I start working him faster.

He wanted my screams, but it’s his pleasured noises that are filling the room. A few minutes later, he tries to push my mouth off his dick but I lock on to take him all in. I want to taste him.

Finally, he gives up on trying to stop me from swallowing and stills in my mouth.

I look up at him, my entire body on fire, impatiently begging for a release of its own.

He leans forward and picks me up under my arms and drops me onto the ottoman he kicked out of the way a second later.

Then it's him on his knees and my legs are spread open.

“I'm a tad worried about how well you sucked me off.” He raises his eyebrows in question. “Don't tell me where you learned that from.”

“Porn?” I joke.

“Perfect, we'll go with that.” His finger slides up my center. “Now, let me show you what porn’s taught me.”

I laugh and his big palms lock my thighs down on the ottoman as his mouth descends between my legs.