Page 65 of Reformation

This also isn’t a horrible way to wake up.

“What are you trying to do, woman?”

Oh God, that gravelly morning voice is really, really working for me.

“What I was trying to do was give you a wake-up call. Did it work?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Yes, Ireallylike morning-voice Garrett.

I start moving my hips over his growing thickness, loving the way it feels against me. I’m getting wet just from the friction and I know I’m going to want more soon. Even after one night, I’m already addicted to the feeling of him inside me.

“Angel, you need to stop… I don’t have any more condoms.”

I shake my head, his words only propelling me faster. “I’m on the pill. Have been since I was in high school. And I trust you. I trust you with every piece of me.”

I hope he knows what I mean by that. Because I do. I trust this man with my body. And I trust him with my heart. I trust him in every way possible.

“Fuck, Paige. Yes…”

With one thrust he enters me, and oh my, I can feel him so deep inside me. The two times we did it last night, I never made it on top, though it wasn’t for lack of trying. Admittedly, I didn’t try too hard. Every position Garrett put me in felt so good, who was I to argue with his direction?

But this? With us bare and me taking everything I want? It’s a feeling I’ve never had before.

“Damn, Paige. You feel so good. So tight. I don’t know if I’m going to last.”

His words spur me on and I begin riding him faster, rolling my hips and pressing myself deeper into him each time.

Eventually, he takes over, and I let him. His hands are on my hips, and the pace he’s setting is driving me absolutely insane.

“Garrett… so close…”

“Now, Angel. Come now.”

And I do. With one more thrust into me, I collapse onto him, our releases following each other.

We don’t move for a long time. I think both of us want to bask in this bubble for a little while longer, because the second we move, we go back to reality.

Unfortunately, our little bubble bursts when Garrett’s phone starts ringing from his pants that are somewhere on my bedroom floor.

“You get that,” I say, kissing his chest before reluctantly getting up. “I’ll go make us coffee.”

“Sex and coffee? Damn, baby, you are too good to me. Oh, one thing.”

I look over to him as I slip on his shirt from last night. Why? Because I’ve always wanted to do this.

“What?”

“Hold the sugar. Because you’re sweet enough for me.”

Rolling my eyes, I pick up his pants and throw his phone at him as he laughs hysterically at his own really bad joke. “You’re lucky you give me orgasms. Because I can’t with you. Answer your phone and then come get coffee.”

I laugh as I exit my room. I can’t even be mad. His cheesy lines might make me roll my eyes, but they are the side of Garrett that I know no one else sees. And I love that.

And frankly? I love him.

I’m all smiles as I start the coffee, and while it’s brewing, I go on the hunt for my phone. I know it was in my purse, which I’m pretty sure I dropped by the door when Garrett… I blush even thinking about what he did to me there.

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