Ready For You (22 page)

I pushed ahead of him, climbing the steps of my front porch, and I reached for my keys. He was right behind me, and he pushed his hand into my purse and then pulled out the piece of paper I’d shoved in there at the restaurant.

“I don’t need any reminders, Mia. Every fucking hellish day of my life reminds me that you are no longer mine. But this? This is who you want now?” he asked, holding up the piece of paper.
 

I stared at him blankly with my keys in my hand. He took a step forward, which caused me to take a step back. When my back hit the wood of the front door, he took another step until his body brushed against my hips, and I shuddered.

“Is it?” he whispered.

I didn’t answer, so he pushed harder. Letting the scrap of paper fall to the ground, his now free hand slid up my bare thigh until it found the button of my shorts. I steadied his hand, and his heated green eyes moved up my body and met my own.

“Someone could see us,” I warned, reminding him of our current position on my porch.
 

“Good. Maybe Brent will hear you screaming my name from down the street.”

Garrett made quick work of the button and zipper, and I moaned when his hand slipped under my panties and found my flesh.

“Tell me who you want, Mia,” he demanded as his fingers danced along my clit.
 

I whimpered and pushed against him, and he rewarded me by thrusting two fingers inside me. I trembled as the pressure began to build.

“Say it, Mia.”

“You. I only want you.”
 

His mouth slammed against mine, his tongue plunging and sweeping against my own in a punishing rhythm.
 
His fingers continued to work in and out of my body, making my body pulsate and throb with every mastered thrust. Just when I thought my knees might buckle, the orgasm took swept through my body, sending me into an endless wave of pleasure. I sagged against him, breathing heavily. He kissed my forehead and cheek. Then, he pulled the keys from my hand. I hadn’t realized I was still holding them. The dog was barking, and I hadn’t even noticed.
 

Shit, an entire army could have probably walked by, and I wouldn’t have noticed.
 

Garrett reached behind me and unlocked the door. He picked me up, letting my legs wrap around him, and he carried me inside, kicking the door closed behind him. Sam, unfortunately, did not get the greeting he was used to as we both stared into each other’s eyes.
 

I bent down and kissed him, no longer caring what any of this meant. His fingers threaded my hair as the kiss grew urgent.
 

“I need you, Mia. Fuck, I’ll always need you,” he confessed.

I kissed him again, and that was the only answer he needed.
 

I stayed wrapped in his embrace as he walked up the stairs until we entered my bedroom. Letting my legs slowly slide to the floor, I found the hem of his T-shirt and lifted it over his head. My hands brushed over the tanned lines of his chest, and I placed tiny kisses to his belly button. He watched as I did this while he ran his fingers through my hair.
 

Eventually, he decided he’d had enough attention, and his hands bunched the fabric of my tank top. He pulled it off from my body, exposing the lacy purple bra underneath. I wiggled out of my already unbuttoned shorts, so he could admire the matching panties.
 

His eyes swept over me, making me blush. “You better not have bought those for anyone else.”
 

“I might have purchased these the other day while thinking of you,” I confessed.

He pulled me into his grasp and devoured me, his possessiveness taking over once again. His hands were everywhere as he led us to the bed. The backs of my knees hit the edge and I gently fell onto the soft mattress.
 
I scooted backward until I was lying in the center with my knees up and my legs spread while I sported a huge grin.
 

“Damn,” he cursed.
 

He made quick work of his clothes, dropping his shorts and boxers to the ground, as l tried to keep the drooling to a minimum. I was trying to maintain a sexy stance, and drooling would definitely kill that image.
 

“Do you have a condom?” he asked, suddenly stopping to look around.
 

The possibility of me having a condom lying around seemed to make him suddenly very conflicted.
 

“No,” I answered.
 

He let out a breath of relief.
 

Jealous oaf.
 

Of course, a second later, his eyes flashed back up to me, naked on the bed, and he reconsidered that earlier bit of relief.
 

“I can’t get pregnant,” I said.

“Oh, you’re on the pill?”

“Yeah, something like that,” I answered.

As he crawled up the bed and hovered over me, I felt my heart leap in my chest. It had done that a lot since finding Garrett in that farmers’ market.
 

His eyes met mine, and he smirked. “Straddle me.”

“What?”

“There seems to be a few things I’m fuzzy on still, and I might need some reminding. I need you to straddle me.”

I laughed and watched as he lay down. I straddled his waist, but he shook his head.
 

“Higher,” he commanded.
 

I looked at him, and he just nodded. So, I scooted up higher to his chest.
 

“Higher, Mia.” His voice had lost its playfulness.

Widening my legs, I straddled his shoulders, but he grabbed me around the waist and hauled me higher until I was above his face.

“Garrett, no! I’ll smother you.”
 

Embarrassed, I tried to squirm off, but he held me firmly, and with one lick of his tongue, I was moaning.

“That’s it,” he said against my tender flesh. “Now, ride my face, Mia.”

Despite my inhibitions, I did. I grabbed the top of my headboard and moved. Slowly at first, I thrust my hips as he licked and then twisted his tongue in my core. With each moan, his passion grew, which only made my hips go faster. His hands roamed up my hips and down to my ass until I felt my core tightening, and everything exploded. I screamed out his name and felt him grab me around the hips before flipping me onto my back. He kissed me hard, and I could still taste myself on him.
 

His eyes were wild and frenzied. “No more telling people we’re friends, Mia. You’re mine.”

I cried out as he entered me without warning. Every thrust was hard and exquisite, like he was rebranding me as his from the inside out. He pushed my knees forward, adjusting the angle, so he could penetrate even deeper. I could feel my body tightening and squeezing him as I climbed higher toward another climax.

“Oh God, Garrett,” I cried.

“Come for me again, Mia. Scream out my name.”

I did. As the world grew hazy again for the third time tonight, I screamed his name over and over through as my body continued to shake and fall apart. He cried out mine seconds later as he released into me. It was a miracle the cops hadn’t shown up.
 

We spent the night naked, cuddled in each other arms, and the last thought I had before drifting off to sleep was that I hope he was still holding me when the sun rose the next day.

Chapter Eighteen

~Garrett~

For the first time since I watched her walk away from me that fateful day with her dark brown hair shining in the sunlight as she carried my hopes and dreams with her, I awoke, not fearing the day ahead.
 

No horrid dreams had chased me in my sleep, reminding me of the life I’d lost. I was peacefully nudged awake by the sunrise breaking over the horizon, and I felt more refreshed than I had in years. Spending an entire night dream- free and not without waking up, shaking and covered in sweat, could do a lot for a guy.
 

I felt like I could run a marathon.
 

But there was only one thing I wanted to do.
 

Find Mia.

My hands searched the sheets but came up empty, and my eyes opened to find myself alone in the room. Only her sweet smell was keeping me company. Through the paper-thin walls of Mia’s historic home, I heard the refrigerator open and footsteps downstairs. I quickly threw on my boxers and searched around for my shirt, but I couldn’t find it anywhere.
 

I shrugged and then jogged quietly down the stairs in search of my missing prize.
 

She was there, humming and singing to herself in the kitchen, as she was cracking eggs and then making coffee.
 

Her hair was pulled to the side in a loose braid, and she was in my shirt. My dick twitched at the mere sight of her in my clothes. I didn’t know how I’d stayed away for so long, but now that I had her, I couldn’t stop touching her. I wanted my hands on her every second of every day just to make sure she wasn’t a figment of my imagination.
 

I stepped into the kitchen until my chest brushed her back, and I snaked my hand around her waist.
 

“You stole my shirt,” I said against her hair.
 

She turned in my arms, and her eyes took in my naked chest. Her lip curved into a smile. “Yes, and look how well that worked out for me.”

Reaching behind her, I pushed away the bowl of egg mixture she’d been working on, and I hoisted her up onto the counter. She yelped out in surprise as I spread her legs and stepped between to close the gap between us.
 

“I was making you breakfast.” She stuck her lip out in an attempt to fake a pout.
 

I caught it between my teeth as my hands worked their way under the T-shirt she’d stolen. Shit, she could have it. It looked a hell of a lot better on her. But for now, it was going on the floor.
 

Her fingers made heated pathways along my abdomen. Like a forest fire consuming everything it came in contact with, I felt out of control, and Mia was my kerosene. After nuzzling her neck, I left a trail of kisses down her collarbone and over her breast until my mouth closed over that tiny pink bud. I sucked and licked, causing her to cry out, as my hand massaged her other breast. I repeated the process until I had her panting and begging for more.
 

She leaned back on her elbows on the counter and looked up at me. Her half-lidded gaze almost knocked me to the floor as she wrapped a leg around my waist and pulled me closer.
 

“You want me to fuck you on the counter, Mia?”
 

She nodded, but I wanted to hear her say it.
 

“Then, tell me,” I commanded, running my fingers under the waistband of her panties.
 

She bit her lip, making me almost lose my cool demeanor. I loved it when she bit her lip. I’d once taken her under the bleachers after a football game because she’d bitten her lip too much and distracted me during the game.
 

“I want you, Garrett,” she whispered.

“You want me to what?” I countered.
 

Mia had been raised in a very rigid house. She’d uttered her first curse word in my presence at the age of fifteen. It had taken hours and a dare to finally get her to do it. She’d been terrified that her mother would somehow hear her from ten miles down the street.
 

“Fuck me,” she said quietly.

“What? I couldn’t hear you.”
 

I bunched up her panties in my hand, waiting for her next response. I was playing the man-in-charge role well, but inside, I was dying. I needed to be inside her so damn bad that I was nearly vibrating, but I wanted to hear her scream it.
 

“Fuck me!” she cried.
 

In one swift motion, I ripped the panties from her body and slid the boxers from my body.
 

I slammed into her. “Like this?” I said through gritted teeth.

“Yes, God, yes!” she screamed.
 

I spread her legs wide and pulled her ass as close to the edge of the counter as I could without risking her falling off. She was still propped up on her elbows so that she could watch. Our eyes locked as I relentlessly pumped into her body, giving her everything I had.
 

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 breasts, 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 cock 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…”