Page 63 of Surrender
“No!” I exclaim and look down again, jerking and tugging, trying to find any loose areas to begin untethering something.
“You bloody well acted like you knew,” Gareth retorts, accusation lacing his tone.
“I was pretending!” I peal, lifting his hands up to see if I can find somewhere underneath to start.Good God, it looks even worse there.“Gareth! I can’t get this!”
The emotion in my voice is intense as angry red marks begin forming around his wrists. Suddenly, a shaking starts happening all over Gareth’s body. I assume he’s having some sort of a panic attack because I’m nearly crashing into one myself. But when I look up, I don’t see panic in his eyes.
He’slaughing.
He’s laughing like crazy.
He has tears running down his face because he’s laughing so hard. I’ve never seen him like this. It’s really disarming.
“This isn’t funny!” I scream, releasing his hands with a hard thrust and shoving my fists against his chest so he falls back on the counter.
“I beg to differ,” he replies, but it’s barely audible through his deep, booming laugh.
“This isn’t funny! It’s mortifying!” I run a hand through my hair, doing my best to calm my nerves so I can figure out what to do next. It’s difficult because Gareth’s abs are tight and defined as he continues roaring. Occasionally he looks at my crestfallen face and that sets him off further. I’m only halfway serious when I punch him in the gut and add, “We’re going to have to amputate.”
Gareth roars once again. Finally, I can’t contain it any longer. I crack a smile. Before I know it, I fall onto him in a fit of giggles. I end up losing it so much, I get a cramp in my calf muscle and have to roll off of his chest to clutch my leg.
He seems to find that even funnier.
“Fuck you,” I groan, wiping tears from my eyes. “This is such a mess. I was trying so hard to be sexy.”
“Mission accomplished, Treacle,” he retorts, his amusement dying down so that only the delicious crinkles on the edge of his eyes remain. He is quite a sight right now. Belly-flipping sight, and it has nothing to do with the fact that he’s naked.
“Don’t call me that,” I groan, sitting up and ignoring the tender look on his face. I slip off the countertop and place my hands on my hips. “I’m an imposter. I don’t deserve the name.”
With affectionate, smiling eyes, Gareth guides me to a pair of kitchen scissors in a drawer. As soon as I cut and all the rope twists loose, he’s off the counter and all over me. His heat warms my trembling body as his hands fork through my hair and he twirls us so my back presses against the kitchen island. His hot breath is licking tantalising kisses up my neck as he husks, “Perhaps we need a safe word after all.”
I burst out with a giggle and cover my hands over my eyes. “Yes. I think a safe word is wise considering I totally screwed tonight up.”
Gareth pulls away from my neck, looking down at me with a fiery smile in his eyes. God, he’s sexy in this moment. I make a mental note to make him laugh more during sex because it is the best form of foreplay I never ever had with Cal.
With a teasing waggle of his eyebrows, Gareth grabs my hand and places it on his dick. “Does that feel like you screwed anything up?”
I can’t help but giggle. “What does that say about you?”
His body vibrates with a silent chuckle. “That I’m a bloody freak for you.”
With the echo of my giggles, Gareth grips me by the waist and lifts me up onto the counter. He spreads my legs out wide and hooks his hands under my knees to pull me to the edge.
Our smiles both fall as he positions his tip between my folds and thrusts into me, unapologetic, hard, and bare. My earlier excitement is still present between my legs. Honestly, seeing him so relaxed and carefree has only further stoked my desire for him.
He grinds deep inside of me, swirling his hips and hitting that G-spot he seems to have a direct map to. It’s unimaginably perfect as my nails score over his shoulders. The growl that rumbles up his throat in response is so damned hot, I feel close to coming already.
“Make this slow, Gareth. Make it count,” I state, then lick my lips and look down to where our bodies connect.
He slams into me one more time. “Oh, I plan on it.”
“You know you can stay here if you ever want to,” I say as Sloan gets dressed.
“What?” She gazes up at me, pushing a strand of chestnut hair out of her eyes.
I try to come off casual even though I feel anything but. “I’m just saying it’s been kind of late the times you’ve left, and if you ever want to crash here so you don’t have to drive home in the dark, you can.”
“How would that work?” she asks, furrowing her brow at me like I asked her a complicated math question.
