Garrett and I walk back to his car, and he grabs my bag after looking around the parking lot. “You can stay with me tonight.”
The thought of spending a night with my muscular hero make my insides dip with that sensual little excitement. I should really try to play a little hard to get, but I’m not coy and I don’t. His job is to keep me safe and protected. He can do that easier if I’m with him. And if we end up spending time with each other in another way, all the more reason to stay. Everyone in town will know we’re a thing by morning anyway, whether I want it out or not.
When he leaves town, I’ll just have to suck up my pride. I knew exactly what I was getting into back at the house, and I know exactly what I’m about to get into now. And my heart does not want to waste a minute with him.
Garrett opens the door to the suite on the top floor of Kenny’s hotel. My eyes widen with surprise. “I’ve never once been up here before. This is very nice. Wow, it’s so spacious.” I narrow my eyes at Garrett. “Did Kenny have to butter you up to come and help us out with promises of a room like this?”
His eyes glint. “No, but having a room like this to bring a sexy redheaded cowgirl back to doesn’t bother me one little bit.”
I tip the brim of my white hat toward him. “Smooth talker.”
He shakes his head. “Not me, Lacy. I’ve never mastered the art of that. I usually tell it like it is. Cole is a good guy. He needed some help, and I didn’t have an assignment with the family yet, so they asked me to come out and help. If truth be told, I thought I might be a little bored out of the city, but this town is very nice. I can see the appeal it holds for so many people like Cole.”
People like Cole, but clearly not for him. He didn’t have to explain what he meant to me. I wasn’t expecting anything else.
Garrett puts my bag in the bedroom and comes back. “Would you like a drink?” he asks, assessing the mini bar stock in the corner of the room.
“Jack and Coke for me, please.” He pours my drink and opens the bottle of another coke from the fridge. I take a long swallow, letting the liquid courage run through my veins.
I watch him pour the contents of the bottle over ice. “Not drinking?”
He shakes his head and turns those bright blues on me. “I want to be alert if Eldridge and his boys start moving around. The guys have them staked out, but first word they’re heading this way, and we need to be ready.”
A sigh of disappointment leaves me. I take another drink of Jack. I blame it for making me bold and downright… “And here I was looking forward to doing unmentionable things with you.”
He grins, grasps my hips and lifts, forcing me to hang onto his neck and toss my legs around his waist to balance myself. “Garre— He silences my protest with a crushing kiss, walking with me to the couch and settling into the soft brown leather with me in his lap.
I reposition my legs, keeping my boots on, moaning my pleasure softly against his lips as his hands slide underneath my skirt, and he cradles my ass. He grinds my center right into the hardness of his dick, sending a tingling desire right to my center, while his lips trail kisses along the sensitive line of my neck straight to that special spot right below my ear. The spot that makes me delirious with need as he unties the strings to my top.
“Garrett…”
“What, baby?”
“Your mouth feels so good and your hands, and…” My mouth gapes as his fingers stroke over my nipples, lightly at first and then firm before taking one and then another into his mouth. My hips shift, trying to get closer to his heat.
“Patience, my little cowgirl,” he tells me, pushing aside my panties to stroke my heated flesh.
My eyes close, savoring every stroke, my body building with the sweet desire that comes before a full-on need.
His fingernail strokes over an erect nipple, and my eyes widen. “That, do that again…” I beg, as he soothes the arousing sensation with a kiss.
“Only because you beg so sweetly.” He obliges first with one nipple and then the other, the newness of the feel overwhelming my senses while my core heats with need. “So wet for me, baby.”
I kiss his lips, sliding my fingers through his hair, drawing him to me, as close as I can get, suddenly overcome by the burning need he’s created with his touch. He unbuckles his belt, and the jangle alone sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine before he’s even unzipped his jeans. I reach for his cock, and the heat and hardness of it glides like velvet in my hands.
We don’t need words. I want this as much as he does. He lifts my hips and draws me over his cock. “I think my cowgirl needs something hard to ride.”
“Oh my lord, I do.” I sink to the end of him, feeling it all the way to the end of me. I rock backward, just to savor the moment, watching his eyes haze over as I do. He grasps my hips, and I slide up, feeling every long inch of him before arching my hips for the journey down.
His eyes watch me with an intensity I’ve never known as his hands on my ass guide my way. His teeth catch the tip of my breast, nipping lightly and then caressing it with his tongue. “You’re a bad, bad man, Garret Dean, but I like the way you play.”
His hands slow my ride. “Patience, baby, let it build.” He guides my hips up and down, while my hips swivel to stroke along just the right place, over and over, stoking the fire at my center so hot I think I’ll burn watching him caress the tips of his breasts with his tongue. When there’s no way I can stand it for one more minute, he looks at me with those knowing eyes. “Ride, baby.”
The hands on my hips drive me all the way to the end of him, guiding me up and down along that glorious rod again, hitting that special spot over and over until it sends me over the edge.
He spills deep inside of me, hot and molten, while we rock together, catch our breath, and let our bodies calm. I kiss the side of his neck and whisper in his ear, “You like to be in charge, don’t you?”
Garrett draws me back to look me in the eyes and kisses my lips long and hard, and he doesn’t deny a word. “Always, baby.”
I grin, because having him in charge even while on top is not a hardship for this girl at all. “You can be in charge of my pleasure all day long and any night of the week.”
I kiss him gently, and suddenly flush with embarrassment by my nudeness and the fact that I’m still very much sitting on top of this handsome devil of a man. I flash him a guilty smile. “I suppose I should get up?”
He grins, as I try to find the straps of my top. He ties them together and lets me up, but then takes my hand and guides me toward the bedroom. “Come with me.”
The king-size bed takes no space at all from the vastness of the room, but his mind isn’t on the bed. Instead, he leads me into the large, tiled bathroom with a long soaking tub. He begins to run the water and opens one of the packages of smelly amenities from the shelf beside it. The water turns to bubbles with the scent of lilacs. “Get undressed and stand right here. Don’t get in yet.”
“I’m not one of those women who will just do what you say.”
He grins. “You’ll learn, Lacy. Now do as you’re told, while I go pour you a glass of champagne.”
I smirk. “I might just eat my words; you are hard to resist.” I peel out of my clothes with not one credible reason coming to mind why I shouldn’t enjoy everything he has to offer other than saying goodbye is not going to come easy. Not easy at all.