Page 16 of Tangled

The moment we clear the door, I spin around and push her up against the side of the building, pinning her between the wall and my growing erection.

“How drunk are you?”

“I’m buzzed, but not so drunk that I don’t know what I’m getting in to,” she answers.

“Did you drive?”

“No, I Ubered with my friends, remember?”

“Right. So, your place?” I growl in her ear as she claws at my shoulders.

“My place is a disaster. I just moved in.”

“My place is too far away. I need you. Now.”

“If you don’t mind the mess, then my place it is,” she says before reaching up and taking my bottom lip between her teeth. The faint taste of blood fills my mouth from the deep penetration of her teeth on my lip, which both concerns me and turns me on like never before. There’s nothing sexier than a woman who makes it clear what she wants, especially when it comes to sex.

Fuck, I need this woman. NOW.

I lead her to my truck, opening the passenger door for her and helping her up inside.

After we’re both buckled in, I peel out of the parking lot and follow her directions to an apartment complex I’m vaguely familiar with.

The charcoal blanket of the sky dotted with twinkling stars rests above us, framing the trees that line the roads of this sleepy forest town.

Once we arrive, I follow her up the steps to her door, holding her hips in my hands from behind, kissing and sucking on her neck as she fiddles with her keys to unlock the handle. Once she turns her key and leads me inside, she throws her purse somewhere to the left and then jumps in my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. I waste no time pinning her up against the door and grinding my erection between her legs as my mouth claims her in a heated and desperate kiss.

It’s messy, hot, wet, and wild. Everything I knew this woman would be and more.

Damn, I’m so glad I listened to Tony right now because watching this woman come undone beneath me will definitely befun.

Chapter 8

Olivia

Don’t think. Just feel.

Well, I’m pretty sure I couldn’t try tounfeelthe raging hard-on of the man between my legs grinding up against my clit even if I tried. Jesus. With what he’s packing, I might not be able to walk tomorrow.

Pressed up against my door, my legs circling his waist, I surrender to Garrison and his mouth, plunging my tongue into his with severe desperation. Hell, the man can kiss and the way his hands feel squeezing my ass as he holds me up makes me itch with anticipation for the way our bare skin will feel against each other in a moment.

“Fuck, Red. Ditch the clothes. Now,” he orders, lowering me to the ground as I bend down to unzip my boots, throwing them across my living room full of boxes, the smack of leather against cardboard echoing in the empty space.

I watch him as he reaches down to pull off his boots as well, standing back up to observe me as we both remain there, panting wildly.

My arms reach out for his shirt, my fingers finding the buttons on his flannel as I frantically pop each button open one by one when his mouth finds mine again. I hear the whoosh of his inhale when he kisses me, his sudden intake of oxygen assures me he’s fighting to keep some ounce of control right now.

We break apart as he growls, “Fuck it,” and proceeds to rip his flannel open as the few remaining buttons scatter across the floor before he whips the shirt across the room, standing there in a skintight black tank top and his jeans. The way the cotton molds to the boulders of his chest, showcasing the most massive shoulders and biceps I’ve ever seen on a man pushes my libido into overdrive.

It’s been so long since I’ve been filled with this need to have a man so desperately, the adrenaline coursing through my veins has taken over and I react on pure instinct.

I reach for the hem of his shirt as he does the same on me, both of us pushing the fabric up and over our heads before slamming back together in a heated tangle of limbs. Garrison reaches down to unbutton my jeans, pushing the denim down my legs, grabbing a handful of my exposed ass in his hands as he kneels before me.

“God, your ass is amazing. One of my first thoughts about you was how this would feel in my hands,” he murmurs looking up at me while he squeezes my cheeks and slaps them lightly. Next, he kisses a trail up my legs until he meets the juncture of my thighs, running his nose along my slit through the silk of my thong, which doesn’t hide my insatiable need for him, the dampness of my arousal on full display.

Just when I think he’s about to bury his face between my legs, he falls backward on to the floor, pulling me on top of him as he lies down. His hands grab the back of my thighs, pushing me up higher on his chest before he situates me right above his mouth, lining up perfectly with my pussy.

His hands pull on the strings of my thong, breaking the elastic in half, the snap of the material shocking me a bit as he lifts the fabric away from my body to expose my center right above his face.

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