Page 96 of Small Town Sizzle

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how much I needed that release,” he says huskily. “I just knew that I needed to be buried as deep as possible inside of you.”

“Mission accomplished,” I reply with a breathy giggle. “And you never have to apologize for fucking me senseless. A girl needs that in her life.”

“Oh, a girl does, eh?”

“This one does anyway,” I murmur as he tugs me into him and kisses me softly.

“I could get lost in you, stay like this forever, and forget about all our responsibilities and the outside world.”

“Me too.” I smile as he wraps me protectively in his arms.

I close my eyes and relish the feeling of safety, security, and love that he offers me. His embrace is like coming home. I focus on regulating my breathing and relishing the feeling, this floaty, beautiful space that I’m in right now.

That he caused.

I can feel the tears pricking at my eyes; they want to escape. I want to tell him everything right now, because it’s better to just rip off the band-aid, right?

I don’t want this to end. I contemplate keeping the secret to myself. No one will ever know, right?

I pinch my eyes shut and push that horrendous thought away. I focus on my breathing and feeling this moment fully.

Stay in this moment for now, Maya. Relish it until you can’t any longer.

“I’ve never been a fan of dirty talk,” I whisper. “But damn if you’re not a pro at it.”

“I was never a fan either, but something about you brings it out of me.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” I giggle as I gently kiss his neck.

“You start kissing me there, and we’re never leaving this room.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

“Me neither.”

My stomach is cramping, my chest is tight. I know what I need to do, but I want to vomit everywhere instead. I don’t know that I can do this.

“Except that I need to go to the bathroom.”

I roll out of his arms and scurry into the bathroom. I’m going to be sick.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Garrett

My body is still vibrating from being buried deep inside Maya. That encounter was fast, hot, and what we both needed, but I plan on making love to her all night long. Slow, intimate, and also what we both need.

The woman who is always taking care of everyone else needs someone to do the same for her, and I’ll gladly be that man.

She’s been in the bathroom for a while, but I brush it off, thinking maybe she got a work call or something.

I knock on the door gently. “I’m going to run downstairs and get us some water and maybe some leftover pizza.”

She doesn’t respond, so I run downstairs to get what I said I would.

“I’m back! Where’s your remote? We can be bad and watch movies in bed while making love all night.”

The bathroom door creaks open, and I turn around, a lazy smile on my face, ready to pull her back into bed. But the sight of her stops me cold.

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