Page 202 of Promising You
“Yeah, but parents are supposed to ban it under their own roof. You have to be married before they let you sleep in the same room. It’s in the parent handbook.”
“These are special circumstances. Like he said, we can’t be together until this is over.”
I groan. “I feel like I’ve been given a conjugal visit or something. Your dad was basically telling us to do it! He probably thinks we’re doing it right now!” I flip on my stomach and bury my face in the pillow.
“You’re getting too worked up about this.” Garret continues to laugh at me. I feel the mattress sink in as he lies beside me. “Jade, are you falling asleep?” He rubs my back.
“Yes,” I mumble, my voice muffled by the pillow.
“Do you want one of my t-shirts to sleep in?”
I lift my head up. “Crap! I don’t have pajamas. Now your dad will think I’m sleeping naked in here. That’s just great!” I fall back into the pillow.
“I’m sure he’s not thinking about that.” Garret moves my hair aside so he can see my face. “Can I at least have a kiss goodnight?”
I flip over on my back and see him propped up on his forearm, gazing down at me, his aqua blue eyes no longer red and groggy but gorgeous and inviting. His hand rests on my stomach as he leans down and kisses me.
I close my eyes and focus on the feel of his hand on my lower abs, the warmth of his breath on my face, the mix of sensations flooding my core each time his lips brush mine. It brings my body to life and I forget all about being tired. I pull him closer until I can feel the weight of his body over mine.
“I thought you were going to sleep,” he says between kisses.
“Sleep can wait.”
I lift his shirt up and he takes it off. I gaze at his ripped abs as he strips off my clothes. He lies over me again as we kiss. His warm, smooth skin feels so good I could lie like this for hours. But maybe later. Right now my body is aching for him. His mouth moves to my breast, licking, teasing, and setting my entire body on fire. I undo his jeans. He gets up and quickly takes them off along with his boxer briefs. The sight of him naked gets my insides all tingly, yearning to be with him. I yank him back on top of me.
“You in a hurry?” He gives me a sexy smile.
“Yes.”
He shifts to the side and slips his hand between my legs. “But I’m just getting started.” He whispers it by my ear and a shiver runs through me.
“I know but . . .” I always find it hard to talk when he does these things to me.
“Tell me what you want, Jade.”
I pull his hand away. “You. Right now.”
He flashes that smile again as he gets back on top of me. With one thrust he’s inside me and his lips crash into mine. I wrap my legs around him and he reaches his hand under my hip and draws us even closer as he says my name in a low, sexy groan. We begin to move together in a perfect rhythm until we both can’t take the mounting tension a second longer. We finish at nearly the same time, our bodies wet with sweat.
Garret rests his head on my shoulder and I feel him softly kissing it. “I’m so damn in love with you, Jade.”
“I love you, too.”
After a few minutes, I gently push on him to move. “I could really use a shower. Can you get up?”
He lifts his head and grins. “I could if you wait a couple more minutes.”
I brush his hair off his forehead and smile at him. “I asked if you could get up, not getitup.”
“I thought you were inviting me in the shower with you.” He doesn’t move, but instead leaves kisses along my collarbone.
“If you want to you can, but I’m only planning on showering.”
“Yeah, okay.” He says it like it’s a challenge.
We get up and go into the walk-in shower. I don’t know if it’s from months of dating a swimmer or that first kiss we had in the pool or what, but I find water to be like some type of potent aphrodisiac. Garret knows this, which is why he invited himself to shower with me.
As soon as I feel the slickness of his skin, see the beads of water forming along his broad shoulders, and slide my tongue past his wet lips, I lose all control. Before I know it, my legs are locked around him, my arms go around his neck, and we’re doing it against the shower wall. With the water and the steam, it’s even hotter than doing it in the bed. I hold onto him as we hit the peak of pure intoxicating pleasure, me first and him following seconds later.
