Page 127 of Promising You
I’m laughing. “Okay, what do you want?”
Garret and I made a deal that if I ever mention money again, in regards to him spending too much on me, I owe him a striptease or I have to wear lingerie or a skirt. He acts like it’s a punishment and I play along, but we both know I’d totally do those things for him anyway.
We made the deal a few weeks ago after Garret decided he couldn’t take any more of my complaints about money. I was getting tired of it, too. We always ended up arguing and it wasn’t worth it. Sometimes I still get annoyed when he buys me stuff but I try to let it go.
“I definitely want the skirt,” he says, coming over to kiss me. “But not until after you get off the crutches.”
“Okay, I can do that.”
My friend, Harper, gave me a denim mini skirt for Christmas and as soon as Garret saw it on me, we had what he now refers to as “skirt sex.” Now he keeps insisting I get more skirts. The boy really likes skirts. Then again, I think all boys do.
“Where do you want it?”
My head is still thinking about the skirt sex and I give him a funny look.
“The TV, Jade. Where do you want it?”
“Oh, yeah, the top of the dresser.”
I watch as he removes the TV from the box and hooks up all the cables. He has such a hot ass. His jeans fit him perfectly. His arm muscles flex as he maneuvers the TV and it totally turns me on. I haven’t been with him since I hit my head. Actually longer than that because before I hit my head we had a fight and didn’t talk for days. So it’s been almost a week, which for us is forever.
“It’s ready to go.” Garret hands me the remote. “It’s your TV so you get to be the first person to turn it on.”
I toss the remote aside. “The TV can wait. Come here.” I pull him down on the bed with me and press my lips to his.
“Jade. Not yet,” he says between kisses. “You know what the doctor said. No physical activity.”
“I can’t even kiss you?” I tug his t-shirt up to feel his ripped abs.
“You keep this up and there’ll be more than kissing going on.”
“I think I need that.” I undo his belt. “I think it would help me recover faster.”
“You do, huh?” He kisses my neck.
“Definitely. In fact, I think the doctor even mentioned that today.” I flick open the button on Garret’s jeans and yank the zipper down.
“Jade, stop.” He says it softly by my ear, making me shiver. “It’s too soon. You need to get better first.”
“It’s not too soon. I need this.” I slide my hand over his black boxer briefs as his lips return to mine. “And so do you.”
“Shit, Jade.” His eyes close as I continue to touch him, and then he speaks against my lips in a hoarse whisper. “You know I can never say no to you.”
So much for waiting. Guys are so damn easy.
I whip my shirt off while he does the same with his. Then he kicks off his jeans and boxers while I tug my jeans and panties down, letting him finish taking them off. Usually we take some time to kiss before moving on but not tonight. We’ve both missed being together and as soon as he gets on top of me he slips inside, rocking his hips in a fast rhythm that sparks small ripples of pleasure through my core. They continue to build until finally hitting a peak causing a release of all the tension in my body.
Yeah, it’s definitely been too long. That was just what I needed.
Garret carefully moves off me so he doesn’t hurt my knee. “Feel any better?”
“A lot better.” I kiss him. “Thanks, Dr. Kensington.”
He laughs as he kisses my cheek. “I recommend twice a day treatments.”
“Twice a day? I could do that.” I smile.
“I’m kidding, Jade. We probably shouldn’t have even done that.”
