Page 79 of Trick or Tease

Finally.

“Sabrina.”

Her hand brushed across my chest. “We should probably close the door,” she whispered. “Just in case.”

I moved to push the old wooden door shut, the hinges creaking in protest. I locked it just in case a ghost didn’t get the memo they could move through solid wood.

We were finally completely alone.

When I turned back to her, she was right there, close enough to touch. Close enough to kiss. The lantern light played across her face. She had never looked more beautiful.

“Come here,” I murmured, pulling her against me.

She melted into my arms, her hands sliding up my chest to rest against my shoulders. I held her close, breathing in the scent of her hair. I was doing a mental count to ten.

One potato. Two potato.

I was going to be a two-second man if I didn’t get things under control.

This felt different than earlier. Less desperate, more tender. Like we had all the time in the world to just be together.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I admitted, running my hands down her back. “About you. About this morning.”

“Good thoughts, I hope,” she said with a soft laugh.

“I’m not sure good is the word I would use. Dirty. Nasty. Filthy. And oh so scandalous.”

“Stop teasing me, Garrett Hogan. Fuck me.”

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SABRINA

Icouldn’t help but grin at his shocked expression. The man had been teasing me all day with stolen kisses and heated looks, and now he was acting surprised that I wanted him?

“I love it when you talk dirty,” he said, his voice rough with want.

But instead of immediately giving me what I’d asked for, he slowed everything down. His hands moved to frame my face, thumbs stroking along my cheekbones as he studied me in the flickering lantern light.

“We have time,” he murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my forehead. “All the time in the world.”

His lips found mine then, but this kiss was different from the desperate hunger we’d shared this morning. This was slow, thorough, like he was savoring every second. His tongue traced the seam of my lips before slipping inside. I melted against him with a soft sigh.

I could taste the beer on his tongue, could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my chest where we were pressed together. Everything about this moment felt perfect. I didn’t care that we were in a spooky house. The golden glow of the lanterns softened the spookiness instead of making it worse. I loved the way his hands were gentle as they roamed my back in the complete privacy of our makeshift hideaway.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against my lips, his forehead resting against mine. “I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and find out I dreamed all of this.”

“Not a dream,” I assured him, my hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. “Very real.”

He kissed me again, deeper this time but still with that maddening slowness. Like we were teenagers sharing a first tentative kiss. His hands found the hem of my shirt, fingers skimming along the bare skin of my lower back.

I arched into his touch, wanting more. “Garrett.”

“Mmm?” He was kissing along my jaw now, finding that sensitive spot just below my ear that made me shiver.

I groaned and tilted my head to the side. “Less talking, more touching,” I managed to say, though my brain was getting fuzzy from the way his lips were working against my skin.

The man and his tongue were dangerous.