Page 98 of Catching Sparks

I missed him, and I’m greedy for his attention.

Garrison clicks open his seat belt, and I turn my head to watch him stand, stretching his arms. His eyes dart to the door separating us from the cockpit and then to me, lingering there, hot and heavy. My breath hitches, and then he’s striding toward me, desire a living, breathing creature inside of me.

“I hope you didn’t think we were done already,” he says, voice like gravel.

“I would hope not. There’s more making up for you to do.”

His eyes shine with amusement. “Do you have any suggestions as to where I should start?”

Uncrossing my legs, I spread them as far as my dress allows, knowing I’m bare beneath it.

“You haven’t even kissed me yet,” I tease, watching his eyes drop, following the movement, feral want slashing across his features.

“Can I correct my mistake?”

“Mm,” I hum, nodding. “You’d better.”

He pounces on me. With two arms caging me in, his hands gripping the armrests of my chair, he drops his head, and I meet his lips halfway.

There’s nothing sweet about the way our mouths crash against one another, rough breaths escaping us both in silent battle cries. It’s a flurry of desperate movements, both of us too lost in our want to care about making sure our teeth aren’t clacking and our tongues aren’t messy.

With shaking hands, I grab his face and pull him closer, whimpering at the new sensation of scruff against my palms. Just like the first time I felt it burn my inner thighs with him between them, it drives me to insanity.

“Bedroom,” I gasp.

He answers with a nip at my bottom lip, and then he’s hauling me up and out of the chair. His touch is hot and heavy on my lower back as he guides us through the cabin, our feet dragging on the carpet and lips attached.

We slip across the threshold of the bedroom, and then I’m falling backward, my back hitting a plush mattress. I push up on my elbows, legs open and chest heaving.

“Let me give you another gift,” he says, spinning to open one of the tall wardrobe cabinets.

I keep quiet, waiting. When he faces me again, the same black box is in his hands, the thick ribbon still tied.

Without hesitation, I take it from his offered hands and tug at the bow before letting the ribbon fall to my thighs. He’s silent as he watches me, expression guarded, and my curiosity multiplies.

Peeling off the lid, I stare down into the box and swallow involuntarily.

“It might be a selfish gift, but let me explain,” he begins nervously, his eyes searching mine. I nod at him to continue. “They’re the only thing I haven’t seen in your collection, and I thought—fuck, Poppy. I thought it would be interesting to try them together. Maybe I should have asked if you’re even interested in it or whether I’m reaching too far, but I’ve never wanted to try it with anyone before or even trusted anyone to do it with, and—I’m rambling again.”

I straighten my back, fighting the urge to stare down into the box. He needs my full attention right now. “Are you saying you want me to slip a plug in your ass, Garrison? And that you want to put one in mine?”

His cheeks turn a deep red, and it’s a goddamn sight to behold. A month ago, I never would have thought it was even capable to make this man blush once, let alone the few times I’ve witnessed today alone. For whatever reason, pride sparks at that realization.

He scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah, I guess I am saying that.”

The idea enthralls me far more than it surprises me. He enjoyed my finger there, and I’d be lying to say that hadn’t intrigued me.

Personally, I’ve never shied away from ass play. I can’t say I’ve ever taken a dick up there before, though. Not for lack of interest, but it feels more personal than vaginal sex, and I haven’t met anyone I’ve trusted enough to take that virginity from me.

That has very suddenly changed these past few weeks.

“You trust me enough for that?” I ask.

He doesn’t miss a beat. “Yes.”

A wave of emotion roils through me as I blink to keep my eyes from watering. It’s so silly to feel so honoured over this, of all things, but that doesn’t change the truth. And that’s that I do.

“Okay. Then yes. I’ll do this with you.”

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