Page 21 of Make My Heart Malt

“Me either.”

“The ball’s yours, Tates. What’s the call?”

If he can turn me on so much from a kiss, I’m desperate to know what else he can do.

“Fast ball. Right down the center.” I hold my breath, waiting for his next move.

He releases his grip from my hair and trails his fingertips over my arm, causing goosebumps to prickle my skin. He moves across my shoulder and collarbone until his fingers wrap around the base of my neck. His fingers dimple my delicate skin. It’s not tight, but just enough so I know he’s there and, damn, it turns me on more than it should.

“Good answer.” His mouth descends on mine in a searing kiss.

TEN

I WANT IT BAD

Garrett

I’ve spent so many nights imagining what my first kiss with Dessa would be like, and it was nothing like this. Full of anger, yet passionate. I guess anger can lead to passion. Either way, we’re kissing, and I. Don’t. Ever. Want. To. Stop.

With one hand at the base of her neck, I reach around and tug the end of her ponytail with my other hand, forcing her head to tilt. She whimpers, then moans into my mouth and I swallow the sound. My dick twitches, so I do it again. This time when I tug, she not only moans but rubs her denim covered pussy against my thigh. I’ve waited years to have my lips on her, and damn, it’s better than I could have ever imagined. She’s all soft curves and even softer lips. My dick is five seconds away from Hulk-smashing his way through the teeth of the zipper. I break away and nip at her jaw.

“Tell me if you don’t want this,” I whisper over her skin.

Her fingers dig into my shoulder. “I want it. Oh god, I want it so bad.”

“Good, because I’ve waited ten long, agonizing years to have you, and I don’t want to waste another second.”

“Garrett?”

“Yes?”

“Shut up and kiss me.” Her hand grips my chin, directing my mouth over hers.

This time, the kiss is soft and sweet. A needy moan escapes her throat. It’s the most amazing sound in the world, and I want more of it. I want to hear her scream my name, this time in pleasure and not because she wants to kill me.

“I’m warning you right now, this isn’t going to be gentle and sweet.” I know she deserves gentle and sweet, but I’m too desperate to give her that.

“Good. I don’t want gentle and sweet.”

“You’re perfect.”

Her laughter echoes in the room. “Shut up with your sappy bullshit.” Her hand grips the back of my head and directs my mouth to hers.

My hand skates over the waistband of her jeans and under the hem of her shirt. Her breath hitches when my fingertips connect with her warm skin. I inch my hand higher and higher. Each movement causes her to press closer to me. When I reach the edge of her bra, my fingers trace the fabric, teasing her.

A soft moan escapes her lips. “Garrett. Touch me.”

I reach around and unclasp her bra. The fabric loosensaround her chest, enough to get my hand underneath. I cup her full tit and squeeze.

“Yes. More.” My dick presses into her thigh as her hips gyrate against me.

I brush my thumb over her hardened nipple, and she moans. Fuck. I love her moans. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders. I need to see her. All of her. With my other hand, I lift the bottom of her shirt over her chest, taking her bra with it until her perfect tits are on full display. I peer into her eyes and lick my lips. My thumb brushes over her nipple again, and her mouth falls open. Fuck. I want her in my mouth, to taste her skin. So, I do just that. Bending down, I wrap my lips around her erect nipple, swirling my tongue around the stiff peak. She thrusts her chest into me as another throaty moan escapes her.

Her hand slides down my chest and to my waist. My dick twitches when her fingers brush over the bulge in my jeans. Slowly, she slides her hand up and down over the denim.

“Pull me out. I want to feel your fingers wrapped around me,” I mumble against her warm skin.

Without wasting a second, her other hand drops to my waistband. She fumbles with the button of my jeans, but after a few tries, she gets it undone. With trembling fingers, she tugs the zipper and peels the fabric away. With help from, me she gets my pants to my knees along with my boxer briefs. My long, thick cock juts between us, pointing directly at her.

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