Page 8 of Say It's Forever

"But I'd like to do something for you. Is there anything you need? I’m a quick learner.”

“You’re not ready for what I want from you.”

What the heck does that mean? I feel something hard flex against me. I glance down, but I can’t see anything. My body is pressed firmly against Garrett. I’ve never been this close to a man before.

“What is…” I trail off as I realize what it is. I know about sex. You have to have some knowledge especially when dealing with livestock, but I’ll admit that what I know is pretty basic. It actually sounds terrible. My mother told me about what a girl experiences the first time, and it scared the crap out of me. I'm at a loss as to why anyone would want to do that. But as I feel Garrett's manhood press into me, a warmth pools deep inside of me, settling between my thighs.

“Don’t be scared of me, Snow. I’d never do anything you don’t want.”

“I don’t think that,” I admit, licking my lips. I should step back from him, but I don’t. “We’re not married, so it’s not even allowed.”

“You make up your own rules now. Theirs don’t apply to you any longer. Like I said, you can do what you want.”

That realization rains down on me, tilting my world on its side. He’s right. I can do whatever I want. Those rules aren't mine to follow anymore. I no longer belong to Heaven’s Temple.Unlessthey find me and drag me back. That thought sends a chill through me. I don’t want to live that way any longer. Once Garrett gets Libby out of there, we’ll both be able to live a life making our own choices.

“I know I’m supposed to do something for you, but could I ask you for one thing?” I want to do this for myself. To get to pick this one thing.

“You can ask me any damn thing you want, beautiful.”

“Beautiful?” That makes me smile.

“Surely you know you’re beautiful.”

“I suppose. The prophet did ask for my hand in marriage.” A low growling sound is coming from Garrett.

“You’re not his.”

“I don’t want to be,” I agree. I want to belong to a man that would love me so deeply that he’s never thought of causing me harm or wanting to have another wife. I want to be a man’s whole world, but I don’t think that’s how it works.

With Joseph, though, I was happy there would be other wives. It would be less time I’d have to spend with him, but that was because I didn’t love him. I never would. Now a man like Garrett, I don’t think I could share him, but maybe I can have a taste.

“You won’t.” His words come out with a finality to them. “Now tell me what you wanted to ask for.”

Before I can think too much, I blurt out, "A kiss." The words rush past my lips before I become too shy to ask for it. “Not that you have to kiss me, but–” I stop talking when Garrett brings both his hands to my face, cupping my cheeks. Every time he doesthis, he makes me feel delicate and precious. It causes butterflies to take flight inside me.

“Going to kiss you.”

I nod my head. He slowly lowers his mouth to mine, making it clear what he is doing but giving me a chance to back out if I want. I don’t. Instead, I close my eyes and feel his lips press to mine.

I wrap my arms around his neck, rising onto my tiptoes to press my lips back against his. Garrett groans against my mouth. A thrill unlike any I have ever had courses through me. His tongue comes out and swipes against my bottom lip, making me gasp.

When my lips part, Garrett’s tongue slips into my mouth. I don’t move. His tongue strokes against mine. It makes a whirl of thoughts flash through my mind. Me with my legs wrapped around Garrett. Him pulling at my clothes as he takes me down onto a bed. One by one, they swirl in my thoughts. I have no idea where they come from. I've never seen anything like it before. My mind creates each on its own. All with Garrett front and center.

“Kiss me back,” Garrett orders before his mouth is right back on mine. Wanting to be close to him, I slide my tongue into his mouth, trying to match what he did. I have no clue what the heck I’m doing. When he lets out another one of those deep, hungry groans, I know I must be doing it right. I moan right back. I couldn’t have stopped the sound if I wanted to.

Garrett manages to deepen the kiss more. He’s kissing me with a wild, untamed, sinful passion. The warmth that flooded my body becomes hotter. My body is now acting on its own accord.Human nature is taking over, my natural instincts drawing me to him.

“Yes,” I moan. I don’t know if it was me that climbed him or he picked me up, but my feet left the floor. I wrap them around him. “Don’t stop,” I say when he takes his mouth from mine, but it doesn’t leave me. His kisses travel across my jaw and down my neck. I let my head drop to the side, allowing him to take what he wants. My fingers sink into his hair as I start to rock my hips.

“Fuck,” Garrett grunts. The next thing I know, I’m back on the couch, and he’s clear across the room, his back to me. I touch my lips, still feeling him there, wondering what I might have done wrong.

“I’m sorry.” I think I took things too far. Oh God, what is wrong with me?

“Don’t apologize,” he says but doesn’t turn around. Tears burn in my eyes. I stand up and rush down the hallway. When I spot a bathroom, I duck inside, shutting the door behind me. I push the lock so that I can have some privacy.

“Snow!” I hear Garrett call after me. On the other side of the door, I see his shadow. “Baby, open the door. I’m fucking sorry.” Did he call me baby?

“You say the F word a lot.” I sniffle.

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