Page 39 of 27 Kisses

“I’m freezing,” Lanie says, her teeth chattering as she hugs herself.

“How about some hot chocolate?” Garrett asks as we walk past the downstairs guest room. The door is closed. It’s not that late, but I guess his parents are tired from their day.

Once we get to the kitchen, Garrett turns to face us. “Oh.” I follow his gaze. Lanie is soaked.

“Shower first. Then hot chocolate.”

The rest of the bedrooms are upstairs. There are two bedrooms on one side and two on the other. A bathroom is at the end of the hall, close to the room Lanie is staying in. I chose the bedroom close to Garrett’s. Once Lanie is in the bathroom, Garrett ushers me into his room.

“What are you doing?”

He steps closer and slips his cold hands under my shirt. “You’re cold.”

“Christ, Garrett.” I knock his hands away. “You’re not helping.”

“Are you sure?” he asks with a grin. “How about a shower?”

“Sounds perfect. But it’s your house. You should go first.”

“Or we could shower together.” His heated look tells me showering isn’t the only thing on his mind.

“That’s not happening, love. What about Lanie? Your parents?”

He places his hands on my hips and pulls me closer. “My parents are in for the night.” He kisses below my ear. And the scrape of his scruff on my neck ignites a fire that spreads through me, warming my icy bits. “And you complain aboutLanie’s long showers all the time.” He nibbles down to my shoulder and pulls my collar down to suck on my collarbone.

“Garrett, love,” I moan as my body makes the decision for me.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

I gasp at the feel of his tongue. What was I going to say? I pull away to catch my breath, and it comes back to me. “Don’t you dare stretch my shirt.”

He chuckles. “Then take it off.”

“You take it off.”

We’re both grinning at each other. Then Garrett strips my sweater and my undershirt off. His eyes devour me. Christ, I love how sexy he makes me feel. He pulls his shirt off and his bare chest is a wonder. Firm muscles and dark hair.

Garrett locks the bedroom door. “Shower, now.”

I nod helplessly, and he guides me to his bathroom and locks that door as well.

We strip down and get under the hot spray. “This has to be quick.”

His eyes crinkle. “Is that a challenge?”

I laugh. “No.”

“Oh, I think it is.” And then he sinks to his knees with his eyes on mine and takes my cock into his mouth.

“Holy feckity-feck.” I thread my fingers through his hair. How am I so close already? It’s been way too long.

Garrett licks under my cockhead and then swallows as much of me as he can. His lips stretch obscenely around my cock, and he uses one hand to stroke me and the other to roll my balls in his fingers. Fuuuuck. Pleasure shoots through me, making my toes curl. Christ. I’m not gonna last.

His eyes reach mine, begging me to fuck his mouth. I’ve seen that look many times. I let go of my fear of getting caught and give in to my body’s demands. Clutching his hair, I let my bodytake over, fucking into his mouth just the way he likes it. And way too soon, I’m releasing down his throat. Once he pulls off, I yank him up into a hot, messy kiss, devouring his mouth and my cum slipping out of it.

When I reach for him, he shakes his head. “We don’t have time.”

I hate that he’s right.