Chapter Thirty-Two
Petals covered the floor leading to the bedroom, and I giggled. Garrick turned to me. I said, “I feel like a princess.”
“Because you deserve to be treated like a queen.”
Oh my.
As we entered the bedroom, I was surprised with more white roses. “How did you do this?”
“I have my sources. I can tell you that as of right now, there are no white roses in the Orlando area.”
I laughed. “I would imagine there aren’t.” I took a step forward, lifted one of the soft petals from the mattress. Garrick stepped up behind me, lifted my hair off my neck, and pressed his lips against it. His hands circled my waist and inched a burning trail of fire through the fabric.
My nipples hardened in response, eager to be touched.
“Close your eyes and keep them closed.” The command was issued in a soft voice, and I shut my eyes automatically.
I felt the loss of Garrick’s body heat as he moved away from me, and I strained to listen for clues. Clothes shuffled. The metallic sound of a zipper was clear. He was undressing, and the sounds alone were exotic. I was filled with anticipation, waiting for something, anything, from him.
As I was about to open my eyes, I felt the softness of the rose petal against my back. “Your skin is flawless.”
I squeezed my eyes tighter, wondering what he would think when he saw my scarred abdomen. It was far from flawless. The zipper on my dress slid down, and I took a deep breath. Garrick wrapped his hands around me, holding the dress up. He pressed his lips against mine, and I opened to him, feeling my unease slip away with his touch.
His tongue.
His touch.
His warmth.
They filled me. I lifted my arms around his neck, and he let the dress fall to the ground. His tongue danced with mine, and his hands moved up my back, pulling me to him heatedly before slowing. Our eyes opened at the same time. “I want to see you, Knoah.”
I took a step back, still in my heels.
“You are a dream come true.”
Without thinking, I dropped my hand to cover the scar on my stomach, but Garrick stopped it.
“Never cover yourself. Every inch of you is beautiful. There is nothing I would ever change.”
A lone tear slipped free. My hands touched his stomach and it quivered underneath my touch. As I suspected, Garrick was in amazing shape.
Toned abs.
Hardened chest.
Sculpted arms.
The total package.
“I never imagined finding someone after what happened to Dylan. This feels unreal,” I murmured.
“I’m here. And I’ll be here when you wake up.” And he would be. I knew it.
I took an unsteady breath and stepped back to break the connection. He needed to hear what I had to say. For a moment, confusion washed over his features. “I’m not on birth control. I should have told you before we started. The doctors advised against it if I wanted to have a family someday. I don’t plan on going on it.”
“Then I’ll make sure I use a condom every time. You won’t have to worry.”
“But they aren’t foolproof.”
Pulling me back into his arms, Garrick said, “Nothing is. I would never ask you to risk the chance of having a child.”
Garrick’s fingers skimmed across my nipples. He rolled the peaks between his fingers. With a moan, my head fell back, and Garrick’s lips descended on my exposed neck. I loved when he touched me there. It was intimate and made me feel completely exposed.
Our bodies moved until I felt the soft brush of the duvet against my calves. “Lie back, my beautiful girl.”
Beautiful. Even with all the flaws, he thought I was beautiful.
My blond hair feathered out around me as I lay back on the bed. Garrick stood above me, admiring every inch. The longer he looked, the more desire licked through me like a slow fire. I moved my legs together for friction to ease the ache.
His fingers skimmed above my panty line, leaving the flip-flopping feeling in its wake. “I could stare at you all day.”
I arched my back, and he groaned, coming down to cover me. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and intermittently applied little bites, which only heightened my need while his hand crept into my panties. A finger grazed against my clit, and I pushed toward him, wanting more.
“Garrick, please. It’s been so long.”
He switched nipples, and the pressure increased as he slid first one and then two fingers inside me, stretching me. The combination of the sweet pain and tenderness had my head spinning. The tingles from my pre-orgasm started in my feet and worked their way up my body.
“Yes! Don’t stop!”
He bit my nipple harder, and I crashed over the edge, euphoria sweeping over me. As I lay boneless, I heard the sound of a drawer closing and the ripping of the condom package.
I opened my eyes when the bed dipped and Garrick positioned himself between my legs. My panties were gone. “I’m keeping those panties.”
“They’re yours.”
“Damn straight.”
His dick throbbed beneath the latex. It was thick and hard, and I opened my legs wider, inviting Garrick to me. He positioned himself with his head at my entrance. “I’m claiming you, Knoah. Every inch of you is going to be mine—mine to protect. I can’t wait any longer.”
“Completely.”
He inched in a little further. “Mine to cherish.”
“Always.” The words were harder to form as he entered me.
I felt him a little deeper. “Mine to consume.”
“Yes.” My hips rocked, urging more, but Garrick kept me still.
My eyes implored him to move when he emphasized. “Mine.”
“Yours.”
The sincerity in my voice caused him to surge forward, and I felt his full possession as he pumped into me, taking a piece of me I freely gave. Our bodies became one, and I never wanted to be separated from him again.
I met him thrust for thrust while we gave ourselves to each other. The veins in his neck bulged. I was close, and so was he. “Together,” he panted. “Our first time, I want us to come together.”
“Yes.”
I was nearly crazy with need. Another twist of his hips, and I was lost, forever giving a piece of myself to this incredible man.