Page 66 of Promising You
“Garret!”
“I’m just saying. That’s how guys think. It may not be right, but that’s how it is. If you don’t believe me go ask any guy on my floor.”
“Let’s not talk about Carson anymore. In fact, I don’t feel like talking at all right now.” I turn Garret’s face to mine and kiss him. “I missed you today.”
“Oh yeah?” He kicks his shoes off and scoots back on the bed. “Just exactly how much did you miss me?”
“Let me show you how much.” I climb on top of him, straddling him as I take my t-shirt off.
He cups the sides of my face with his hands and brings my mouth to his, skipping the gentle kiss he usually starts with and kissing me in a way he’s never done before. The kiss is aggressive, powerful, possessive. It’s as if the idea that some other guy wants me has changed the dynamic between us.
He wastes no time undressing the rest of me and then himself. He flips me on my back and in an instant we’re together. But it’s different. Good different. It’s fast and urgent. His hand grabs hold of my hip, keeping me firmly in place as he moves in and out. His other hand tangles in my hair and lifts my head, crashing his lips to mine. I reach around and dig my fingers in the taut muscles of his back. He seems to like that because he gets an even firmer hold on me and speeds his movement, his hips driving, determined. My body explodes with pleasure before I’m even ready for it and continues on this feel-good high as Garret does one last thrust before his body collapses on mine. He lifts his head to kiss me, then rolls off me onto his back.
We take a moment to catch our breath. AndItake a moment to replay what just happened. Because, wow. It’s not like I don’t like his usual mix of slow, sweet foreplay mixed with a hot, fast ending, but this all-fast, all-urgent version was really hot. Steamy hot. Molten lava hot.
“Let’s go out to dinner,” Garret says. “I’m craving a steak. A good steak.”
“Did you work up an appetite just now?” I turn on my side and give him a kiss on the cheek.
“I must have, because I’m starving.” He’s also sweating. We both are. We look like we just got back from the gym.
“You know I hate giving you compliments, but I think you’re getting even better at that. Have you been taking classes or something?”
He laughs. “Yeah, Jade. I’ve been taking sex classes every Monday and Wednesday morning. It was supposed to be a secret, but now you know.”
“I’m just saying, it was good.”
“Thanks.” He turns on his side, facing me. “Now can we go eat?”
“We should shower first. Come downstairs in 10 minutes.”
“Hey.” He keeps hold of me as I start to get up. “I think it’s really great that you’re going to med school.”
“I told you. I haven’t decided for sure.”
“I know. But I think it’s a good idea. You’d make a great doctor.” He leans over and kisses me. “I’d definitely go to you.”
“Just so I’d touch you while you’re naked.”
“You already do that.” He smiles, then his face gets serious again. “Jade, I want you to tell me this stuff. I don’t know why you didn’t, but it kind of worries me that you thought you couldn’t tell me. I want to know what you want out of life. Your dreams for the future. I want to help you make them come true. But I can’t do that if you don’t share them with me.”
“That’s why I didn’t tell you. I don’t want you helping me. I want to decide this for myself. I want to figure out how to make it happen by myself. That includes paying for it.” I sigh. “I guess I’ll have to wear a skirt now.”
“You didn’t say money, so maybe I’ll let it slide.” He pauses like he’s thinking about it, then smiles. “Nope, I want the skirt.”
I roll my eyes and laugh. “Yeah, I figured you would.”
“Seriously, though.” He sits up on his side. “If we’re even considering taking this relationship beyond just dating, then you need to include me in big decisions like this.”
“I’m not used to thinking that way. I’m used to making decisions on my own.”
“They’re still your decisions. I’ll never tell you what to do, but I’d like to at least know what you’re thinking. And I’ll do the same. Because these decisions affect both of us. Maybe not right now, but they will in the future.”
“Yeah, I know.” As I say it, Garret’s stomach growls really loud. I rub my hand over his abs. “As your future doctor, I think you’re suffering from hunger. I think you need that steak.”
He flips me on my back again and hovers over me. “This doctor thing is totally turning me on. Want to do a little role playing? I’ll be your patient. You can do whatever you want to me.”
“Maybe later. You need to eat.” I push on him but he doesn’t move.
