Page 44 of Wine & Dine

“Condom,” I whisper, my voice choked. Garrett sits upright, fingers curling my hair over my ear. His eyes search mine in the dark room, pinching as he stares.

“It’s only us in here, okay? Only us.”

“Only us,” I repeat. I lean forward to kiss him quickly, but Garrett opens immediately and finds my tongue. He tastes like me, salt and musk, and I suck at him in return. When he draws back, he peers up at me again.

“Take me.” The change in command makes me feel better. “Do with me what you would have done.” I press at his shoulders until he’s flat on his back.

“Condom,” I repeat, and he rolls his head to the nightstand. We can discuss later how he already had one ready. In spite of myself, I smile as the package I find holds three. Reaching for the foil, I open it and sheath him.

“Fuck,” he growls as his fingers dig into my thighs. Linking my fingers with his, I pull them over his head.

Let me be in control, I command without words, pressing at his hands, silently emphasizing I want them to remain on the pillow. As I sit up, Garrett does one better and reaches for the bottom edge of the headboard. His body is stretched, lean, and muscular, and my fingers tickle down his abs. They flinch, and I wonder if he’s ticklish.

“What are you doing to me?” he whispers, but my answer won’t come with words. I stroke up his covered shaft once, and then position myself at the tip. Slipping down, I cause him to quickly impale me, and we grunt in unison at the connection. His fingers fist on the board behind his head. Mine find his hips as I use his body to leverage myself up and down.

We easily slip and slide as I’m so wet from his mouth. The pace I set takes us fast, and I race for the finish line. Garrett’s eyes focus on my breasts, jiggling and thumping at my chest. Sitting upright, I roll my hips, finding friction for my clit on his pelvis bone. My hands move up my body and cup my breasts. I squeeze myself, pinching my nipples.

“You are a fucking goddess,” he sputters between breaths, and I rock faster. Keeping him deep, I feel him tap inside at a place I didn’t know existed.

“Garrett,” I call out, my voice hitching.

“Touch yourself,” he commands, lifting his head to look at where we join. My fingers drop, and I instantly find what I need. I hold him in me while I work the sensitive hood. I free-fall instantly. My channel clenches as I still, and then I feel the rush of him inside me, pulsing, beating, releasing. Briefly, I wonder what it would feel like if he wasn’t covered.

I’m about to collapse when he releases the headboard and sits up again, his mouth crushing mine. One arm wraps around my back. His fingers slip into my hair, holding the back of my head. Aftershocks ripple through my body, and I tremble over him as his mouth tugs and pecks at mine. He slows the kiss in an attempt to lower our rapidly beating hearts.

Too late, I think.

Take my heart, Tin Man. It already belongs to you.