Page 14 of Snake Eyes (Out of His League #2)

“How ‘bout we try this again, huh?” His featherlight touch ghosts over my skin, puckering my nipples into tight little buds. “Fuck, Charlie.” I feel his gaze smoldering. “You have no clue what the sight of you like this does to me.”

I go to open my mouth, but Garrett’s lips close over my straining breast. The sudden heat is almost shocking.

His tongue laps at me with maddening precision, but then he sucks and I’m lost to sensation.

His free hand comes up to play with my other nipple, matching the delicious torment.

Dizzying ecstasy coils around me as he switches between them, loop after loop after loop, until I’m held fast.

Finally, Garrett lifts his head, leaving both of my breasts wet and swollen at the tip. Belatedly, I realize my fingers are knotted in his hair. I loosen my grip, a prickle of pain in my fingers telling me I’ve been clutching him for too long.

“Garrett…” I exhale on a sigh, cupping either side of his face. Rough stubble rasps against my palms, but I like it. A little rough around the edges. Hunger lines every part of his expression, and a part of me realizes just how desperately he wants this. Wants me .

“I need you.” The words are barely out of his mouth before he seizes my lips. He licks into my mouth with savage urgency, pressing me back into the bed.

A shocked little gasp leaves me when his thumb flicks over the tip of my breast one last time before heading down.

I let my legs fall open the moment I feel him there, moaning into his kiss as he centers in on my clit—with relief, with desperation, with pleasure .

My hips lift from the bed, shamelessly grinding against his hand.

I might have been able to keep still at the beginning, but right now I’m so aroused I couldn’t do it if my life depended on it.

Garrett’s soft noise of amusement is dangerously seductive. “Don’t worry, Charlie baby.” He slides his fingers inside me, the heel of his palm flat against my clit. “I’ll give you what you want.”

And then he moves.

Liquid fire shoots through my veins until I’m a living, breathing inferno—and I’m lost. This is no longer just pleasure ; this is soul-deep oblivion that shatters me into a million pieces so that he can build me anew.

With the sensation building, it’s a battle just to open my eyes, but when I do I see Garrett’s intense gaze devouring every ounce of my pleasure.

I want to cry out in warning, to tell him that it’s fast and fierce and unstoppable, but there’s nothing I can do.

My muscles are already beginning to contract—it’s already here.

My orgasm tears through me like a clap of roaring thunder, shattering me all over again.

Control slips through my grasp as I disintegrate into nothing—nothing but dazzling bliss.

My hands desperately clutch Garrett like he’s the only thing standing between me and oblivion, my hips lifting to meet his agonizing, downright magical touch.

I hear my cry echoing around the room, raw and primal and unstoppable, but something about this release is different.

As if in answer, a slick gush of liquid erupts from between my legs. My eyes flare with surprise, momentarily catching Garrett’s smug gaze. I’ve never squirted before; heck, I just assumed I wasn’t capable of it—although the obscene slap of his touch against my soaked pussy says otherwise.

“Look at the mess you’re making, Charlie baby,” Garrett whispers into my ear as burning release shudders through me.

Finally, though, I can draw in a gasping breath, regaining conscious control over my body.

Garrett withdraws his touch from between my legs, licking the droplets cascading down his tattooed forearm like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“How the hell did you know how to do that?” I ask, hearing my pulse beating in my ears. I’ve never lost control during an orgasm, either with a partner or alone. “ I didn’t know how to do that.”

To his credit, Garrett manages to avoid looking overly proud of himself. “What? Can’t a man have any secrets?”

A smile tugs at my mouth. Despite the devastating orgasm, I can already feel myself gearing up for round two. My touch slips around to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. “Come on then,” I say, my lips brushing against his. “What other secrets are you hiding?”

There’s no warning before Garrett moves; one minute he’s leaning over me and the next he’s pushing me back against the bed, twirling me into a passionate embrace that has me whimpering into his kiss.

He tastes of sinful desperation, his tongue sweeping past my lips to claim me in slow, hungry strokes.

The metal of his leather belt clinks against itself as he undoes it, sending my arousal into furious overdrive.

Oh thank fuck.

I snatch one of the boxes of condoms as Garrett frees his erection, handing one of the little packets to him. “Quickly,” I command, almost shaking with need. “I want to feel you for days .”

Garrett’s movements are rapid, sliding the condom over his length. He doesn’t position himself over me, preferring to pull me toward him, inserting himself between my thighs. His strength is effortless—and it only makes me want him more.

“Fuck me, please ,” I pant. I feel the head of his cock at my entrance, and arousal burns through me as I wait for him to bury himself inside me in one aggressive thrust.

It doesn’t come.

Instead, a helpless moan slips from my lips as Garrett eases himself inside me. “Look at me,” he demands, hungrily devouring my expression. Every inch farther is torturously slow, stretching me around him until I’m a wiggling, trembling mess. “Is this what you wanted?”

A broken sob escapes me. “ Yes .”

“Good.” The word is short and sharp, and I barely get a second to digest it before Garrett swings his hips back and slams into me, yanking a high-pitched scream from my lungs. His second stroke couldn’t be more different from the first, plunging me into madness .

“Yes, yes, yes .” I anchor my hands around his neck as his hips roll into mine, feeling the muscles shifting beneath his skin—but it’s his eyes that hold me captive, even as I feel him hitting the same dazzlingly sensitive spot as before.

His rhythm is punishing, but I love it. The world around us crumbles away into nothingness, leaving only Garrett at the center giving me pure, undiluted rapture. Our breaths combine in the tiny space between us, and I need him closer still.

“Give me more.” I intend for my words to come out as a snarling demand, but the white-hot strokes of his cock reduce them to a whimpering plea. I can feel it building inside me again, ridding me of my sanity and replacing it with ecstasy.

Somehow, Garrett increases his pace. “Is this what you’ve been needing? What you’ve been aching for?”

“ Yes! ”

Garrett slams my hands above my head, interlocking his fingers with mine. “No one’s ever fucked you like this, have they, Charlie baby?”

“No,” I sob with pleasure, seconds away from detonating. My thighs bracket his hips, my feet bouncing against him. “Only you.”

“You’re god damn right ,” Garrett growls, claiming my lips in a blistering, soul-shattering kiss.

I scream as searing heat burns me up from the inside out. It floods through my body, an unstoppable wave that renders me a pulsing mess. Every breath that leaves me morphs into something between a moan and a cry, mingling with Garrett’s low, commanding moans as our lips brush against each other.

His pace never falters as he watches me, those intense eyes claiming everything I have to give—and I love it. I love him.

A raw, unrestrained groan tears from Garrett’s throat.

I gasp as his cock pulses inside me, suddenly wishing that the condom wasn’t between us, wishing we were skin to skin, heart to heart, soul to soul.

There are still aftershocks of my orgasm running through me, but I add a few more of my own, practically inhaling his deep cries as I rhythmically grip him.

For long, intimate moments, we stay locked together. Our gazes still joined, our fingers still interlocked, and him seated deep inside me. A tender ache builds in my chest. It’s the single most ethereal moment of my life, and somewhere deep in my soul I realize this is it for me. He’s it for me.

Ask me to stay , I beg silently.

“I’d never done this before,” Garrett whispers, letting his nose nudge mine.

I blink. “ Sex ?!”

He shakes his head, a strange sorrow etching itself across his brow. “Having sex with someone while we were face-to-face. Making love.”

Oh . I have to admit, I did wonder how he managed intimacy given his introversion, but the knowledge that I am the only person to experience this makes me feel like the luckiest woman alive. I give his hand a silent, reassuring squeeze and lift my lips to his. “Thank you for trusting me.”

There’s a heaviness to his nod, as though a second is in danger of breaking him. “I wanted—I wanted it to be you, Charlie.”

And suddenly my chest cracks wide open, the tender contentment leaking out like blood. Because in that moment I realize why Garrett’s gaze is laced with pain.

He wasn’t just making love to me. He was saying goodbye.