Page 75 of Silver Spoon Falls, Vol. I

FIFTY-THREE

CIARA

“I’ve been dreaming about this moment since the first time I laid eyes on you,” Garrett whispers against my lips, and all my thoughts instantly evaporate.

The hunger in his eyes should alarm me, but it has the opposite effect.

I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.

“But we can slow things down if you aren’t ready.

” Those words do scare me. I’m terrified he will stop and leave me hurting from my desire for him.

Words desert me and I shake my head vigorously, hoping to convey how much I really want this.

“If I were any more ready, I’d implode. Please don’t keep me waiting.” Great. Just make yourself seem like some experienced, needy woman who only wants him for physical satisfaction.

I’m about to backtrack and explain everything when he growls, “Thank God.”

His warm lips cover mine as his tongue presses into my mouth. My mind goes blank, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold him closer.

I lose track of time while he makes love to my mouth.

When I return the favor and run my tongue around the inside of his mouth, he groans, “I’m at the absolute limit of my control.

Either we stop now, or we go all the way.

” He lets me slide down his muscular body, and the hardness tenting the front of his jeans expresses just how much he wants me.

In that instant, he seals his permanent hold on my heart when I realize he’s allowing me to control this crazy relationship between us.

“All the way, please. And hurry up before I self-combust.” I’ve never been this impatient, but I’m kinda liking the new “take charge” me.

“You won’t regret it.” He smiles and kisses the sensitive spot beneath my ear while backing me up.

It’s only fifteen steps to my bed. Yes, I’ve counted.

He nibbles on my collarbone, and my knees almost give out.

Luckily, my tiny double bed is right behind me, and I sag back onto it.

Leaning up on my elbows, I watch while Garrett reaches down to pull his polo shirt free of his jeans.

My mouth goes dry as I watch him pull it over his head and drop it to the floor. Oh, man. I’ve seen his muscular chest through the thin t-shirts he wears to practice, but it’s even more impressive up close and personal.

I’m busy counting all the ridges of muscle and miss when he unhooks his belt and jeans. When he does a little wiggle and pushes his jeans down his legs, the sight of his gorgeous body grabs my attention.

My eyes widen and I bite my lip as my breathing accelerates.

My innate shyness urges me to look away from the sight of him standing in my small pink bedroom wearing just a pair of tight boxer briefs, but I fight the urge to let my shyness win.

He looks up into my eyes and winks. “I love feeling your eyes moving over my body.”

Forgetting about my reluctance, I sit up and reach for him. “Can my hands move over it, too?”

“Hell fucking yes, you can touch me anytime,” he growls and brings my hand to the front of his underwear.

As I softly examine every inch of the hard erection, a tremor passes through his massive frame.

“I take that back,” he groans and steps back.

“I’m about to embarrass myself if you keep doing that.

You can touch me once I’ve had you two or three times. ”

“Two or three times? Tonight?” Does that really happen? The only experience I have with this is the spicy books I read when I have a free moment.

“No, not tonight.” He steps close and wraps his hand around my face, bringing my eyes to his. “But we can work up to it.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “I’m willing to practice however long it takes until we can manage it.”

“Practice and hard work make us the best we can be.” It’s a phrase I’ve heard him use with the football players. He smiles down at me as I quote his line.

“Lots and lots of practice. We better get to work.”

He reaches for my t-shirt and drags it over my head before leaning over to run his tongue over the lacy material of my bra. My eyes close as I fall back onto my soft pink comforter. Fireworks explode behind my closed eyelids when he gently bites down on my nipple through the wet fabric.

He kisses and nips across my chest to give my other boob the same attention. By the time he begins to move down my body, I’m a wiggling ball of nerves ready to explode.

He runs his tongue around the waistband of my yoga pants before pulling them and my underwear down my legs.

The cool air brushing against my overheated skin brings me out of my Garrett-induced haze long enough for me to realize I’m lying across my bed, naked except for my slightly wet lacy bra.

“You’re so goddamn perfect,” he groans and throws my pants somewhere in the corner.

“And all mine,” he growls. “Nothing will ever come between us.” He reaches between my legs and spreads them open.

“Make me yours,” I beg as he slides a finger around my wet opening.

“You’re already mine.” He licks a path from my belly button straight to my clit. “I’m going to show you how much you mean to me.”

He toys with my clit until I’m a mindless mess, and I almost miss when he presses a second finger in next to the first.

He scissors his fingers, and my intimate muscles stretch for his digits.

Pleasure blasts through me as electric sparks sizzle along my nerves. I come long and hard. I’m not sure if it’s actually one long orgasm or several small ones, but he doesn’t let up until I’m a boneless, trembling mass of nerves.

As he kisses his way back up my body, I take several deep breaths, attempting to get my erratic heart rate under control. When he kisses my lips, I get a slight taste of myself on his lips.

“Wow. I’m not sure I’ll be able to move for the next year or so,” I tease, not completely joking.

“Don’t worry, Cherry. I’ll take care of you.” He leaves little kisses on my cheeks and throat while his hands explore every inch of my body.

“Oh. I definitely like that,” I manage to mutter when he sucks one of my nipples between his lips and bites down gently. He runs his tongue around my sensitive skin before tasting his way across my chest.

“I’m glad,” he murmurs, and I’m so caught up in the sensations hitting me from all sides that I almost miss when he places his erection at my wet opening and pushes in an inch or so. The slight stinging pain cuts through me, but he rubs on my clit and pleasure overrides the tiny discomfort.

“That’s really good, too.” I can’t help giving him updates.

“Hold on, Cherry,” he warns a second before thrusting in all the way with one movement.

My inner muscles stretch to accommodate his size as my nails dig into his shoulders.

He slowly pulls back and repeats the motion over and over again.

The pleasure quickly builds until another orgasm blasts through me unexpectedly. “I love you, Cherry.”

His words cause my heart to clench in my chest as another climax roars through me. His cock jerks deep inside me as warm wetness fills my pussy.

Oh well, I don’t have the ability to even care that we’ve just taken a huge chance. I’ll worry about the possible consequences another day. Right now, I plan to lie back and enjoy the afterglow of his mind-blowing lovemaking.

When he drops down next to me and drags me into his arms, I use every ounce of strength I have left and drop my head onto his muscular shoulder.

“I think I love you, too.” That’s not true. I have no doubt I’m head over heels in love with him. “Let me rephrase that. It’s crazy and fast and I don’t care. I love you, too.”