Page 40 of Make My Heart Malt

Georgia passes us. She eyes me before coming to a halt on Garrett. A knowing smile spreads across her lips. I was really hoping we would go unnoticed, but of course not. I’m sure she’ll ask questions later. What I have to say to her will depend on how the night goes. Once we have our coats, Garrett holds up mine for me. I shove my arms into the sleeves, then he does the same with his. As we’re walking out, he grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers. Something about the gesture screams “more than friends.” But it’s comfortable and familiar. I don’t hate it.

When we’re halfway across the parking lot, he says, “We’ll take my car and get yours in the morning.”

“Okay.” I’m letting him lead the charge because my head is still swimming with the idea of staying with him again. Based on all the heated stares and not-so-innocent touches, this won’t be a friendly sleepover. I’m being impulsive, and this could all come back to bite me in the ass, but it’s so hard to fight the connection we have. I wantto feel everything, consequences be damned. Because right now he’s all I want.

At his vehicle, he opens the passenger door for me like a gentleman. As soon as I’m settled in my seat, he shuts the door and disappears around the rear. He climbs in the driver’s side and starts the engine. As we meander through the woods, the moonlight casts a gentle glow on the snowy ground, filling the air with a serene ambiance. Garrett reaches across the center console and rests his hand on my thigh. Whenever he touches me, it’s like a single fluttering butterfly morphs into a million. It’s all consuming. It’s never been like this with anyone else. I don’t know if it’s because I’m familiar with Garrett or if these feelings run deeper. I glance to my left, and in the moonlight, I can see his jaw clench, as if he wants to say something, but doesn’t know what. The rest of the five-minute ride to Garrett’s cabin is silent, but the crackle of sexual tension runs high. Especially with his fingers drifting between my legs. I don’t know what tomorrow holds, but for tonight, there’s only one thing I want. Garrett.

When we reach the cabin, he parks the SUV in the lone parking spot on the side. He pushes his door open, and I do the same. When he reaches the passenger side, again he holds out his hand for me to take and escorts me up the three stairs to the covered porch. He fumbles with the key in the lock, but he never releases my hand. After it’s unlocked, he pushes the door open and turns on the light. Then he motions for me to enter.

Before he can fully close the door behind us, I spin him around. With my palms against his chest, I shove him against the door, and it clicks shut. I cup his cheeks, the short stubble tickling my fingers.

“What was that?—”

I crash my lips to his, not letting him finish. The keysclatter to the floor. One of his hands tangles in my hair while the other wraps around my waist. My pulse hammers in my throat. All night I’ve craved for his lips to be on mine, and it’s better than what I expect. He walks me in reverse, my butt bumping into stools and a countertop. But both of us refuse to break the kiss. We come to a stop in a room past the kitchen.

I pull away. My chest heaves as I collect my breath. When I’m with Garrett, he makes me forget who I am and what I’m doing. He’s hypnotizing. The moonlight shines on us through the large floor-to-ceiling windows like a spotlight on a stage.

“We’re both wearing too many clothes.” I slide his suit jacket off his shoulders, and it hits the floor with a thud.

Garrett’s gaze drops. His lips part as my fingers fumble to undo his tie. In the meantime, his hands roam over my shoulders, my biceps, and around to my back, making it entirely too hard to concentrate. While I fiddle with the buttons on his white dress shirt, his fingers find the zipper on my dress. Slowly, he lowers it until it comes to a stop. When all his shirt buttons are unfastened, I move to his belt. My fingers shake as nervous energy courses through me. I’ve had sex before, but not with Garrett. Honestly, he’s all I want right now.

He drops his hands to his sides. I glance at him through my lashes and his eyes are on me. Desire swirls through his dark irises. His chest rises and falls with each passing second. I make quick work of his belt, then move on to the button of his slacks. Frantically, I yank this shirt from the waistband. Once free, the sides of his shirt fall open, exposing his rippling abs and tattooed skin. His muscles flex as my fingertips brush over his warm skin. Now, that I’m experiencing his naked chest in a slightly more sober state, I love the feel of him under my hands.

With a finger under my chin, he lifts, forcing me to look at him. His mouth descends on mine in a gentle kiss at first, but as seconds pass, it becomes ravenous. His tongue presses into the seam of my lips, and I open, inviting him in. Our tongues curl around each other as our hands explore each other’s bodies. His hands cup my cheeks, holding me in place. He tastes like whiskey and bad decisions. And I’m beyond ready to get drunk off him. My hands fall to my sides, and he takes over undressing me. His hand brushes my shoulder, sending goosebumps to spring over my entire body as he slides the fabric down my arm. Then he does the same with the other until the dress pools at my feet.

He pulls away, resting his forehead against mine. “Fuck. I’m fighting with myself whether I want to take this fast and hard or if I should savor your body.” His voice is shaky and strained.

“How about both? We have all night.”

The corners of his lips curve into a smile. He wraps his fingers around the base of my neck, sending a burst of hot pleasure between my legs. His towering frame moves forward until my back connects with the wall.

His mouth slants over mine, but he doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he whispers, “You do always get what you want.”

Before I can respond, his lips are on mine. It’s rough and demanding. Almost as if he’s giving me all of him in this kiss. My hands skate over his chest, feeling every inch of him. His other hand clutches my waist, his fingertips dig into my skin like sharp talons holding their prey. It sends a shiver of desire down my spine. Our tongues stroke and caress against each other. I moan into his mouth, and he swallows every sound. His hand moves from my waist and slides across my stomach and to the sheer fabric of my bra. His thumb brushes across my already hard nipple. I moanagain and press into him, wanting him to do it again. And he does. I drop my hands to his waist and tug him closer. I grind against him like a cat marking their territory. The bulge in his boxer briefs hits my clit and my head falls back, and I moan.

“Is that what you want?” Before I can answer, Garrett bends at his knees, wraps his arms around my thighs, and lifts. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist, and he pushes me against the wall. Slowly, he grinds his cock between my legs, hitting me in the right spot.

“Oh. Fuuuck.” My nails dig into the hard muscles in his shoulders. I’m sure they’ll leave tiny half-moon indents in his skin.

He nips and sucks on my neck as he continues to rub his cock between my legs. My panties grow wetter by the second. All I want to do is pull his waistband down and move my panties to the side and let him slide inside me. Filling me.

“Do you have a condom?” I choke out.

He stops and mumbles against my skin. “Upstairs.”

“You should go get it.”

He lowers me to the ground and jogs to the stairs that lead to the loft. Halfway up, he stops and turns around and races down the stairs just as fast as he went up. When he’s standing in front of me, he bends and hoists me over his shoulder.

“Hey!” I giggle. “What are you doing?”

With his palm on my ass, he ascends the stairs. “I didn’t want to waste any more time coming back downstairs, so I’m taking you with me.”

In the loft, he deposits me on the floor at the foot of the bed and retrieves the condom out of his suitcase. I climb onto the bed, kneeling on the edge.

“Also, there’s more than one for later.” He tosses it ontothe comforter, and with a hand around my waist, he pulls me to him for a heart-stopping kiss.

With our lips still fused together, the bed dips as he crawls on top. His hand snakes from my waist and past my chest to around the base of my neck. He reaches around my back with his other and with a flick of his wrist, he unhooks my bra. It falls to the edge of the mattress and tumbles onto the floor.

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