Page 28 of The Negotiator

Chapter Eight

Lauren threw her head back, desperate to drag air into her lungs. The warmth of the hotel room closed around her. Heat thrummed off Garrett’s slick body underneath her. The mattress dipped where her knees dug in next to his hips.

She loved this position. On top of him. Surrounding him. Hands on his chest and staring down into that intense gaze.

Temptation pulled at her. Right then she wanted that mouth. It had been all over her. Licking and tasting, sometimes nibbling before kissing her sensitive skin again. She leaned down and his length pushed up inside her. The move had her gasping as her mouth closed over his. She breathed him in, taking his air as his hands smoothed over her breasts and around to her lower back.

He broke the kiss by tipping his head deep into the pillows. “You’re killing me.”

That was on purpose. The first time tonight had been fast. They’d walked in and he threw her on the bed. Stripped her and put her on her hands and knees. She’d never come so hard or so fast. But this time was for her. He told her to lead, to take control. And she loved the rush of power.

“I want to savor this,” she whispered.

He put his hands on either side of her face and pushed her hair back. Held it there. “You have more faith in my control than I do.”

That wasn’t true and she really loved that part. When his body had started to take over and his hips began to buck a few minutes ago, she’d lifted off him. Told him he didn’t have her permission. Damn if he didn’t grit his teeth and tell her to get moving.

Now she wanted to hold out, to prolong the sensual torture. To slowly lift and lower her body as he squirmed and begged.

She licked her bottom lip... just because. “I believe in you.”

“Fuck.” His arms fell back on the mattress on either side of his head. “Take pity on me, woman.”

She trailed her fingernails down his chest. Over the tight muscles and along the sharp dips. “You are so sexy.”

He groaned. Then he shifted. The move was subtle, just the lift of one hip, but that’s all it took. The last of the air rushed out of her. She sank deeper over him until the tightening inside her let go.

She rested her palms against his chest, felt his fingers brush over her arms and leaned in. Up and down. One last plunging fall and she lost it. The orgasm slammed into her. All that foreplay, all the touching, turned every inch of her into a sensitive quaking mess.

She could hear the noises in her throat as her head fell forward. Her back arched and her hair swept over her shoulder to hang in her face. With Garrett, she was free to be who she wanted and take what she needed. Without ever saying a word, he insisted she not hold back. With him she didn’t.

When the final waves of pleasure moved through her, she inhaled nice and deep. Her body hummed as she lifted her head just enough to look at him. Their gazes met.

A hint of a smile played on his lips. “I could watch you do that every single day.”

Before the words sank in, he wrapped an arm around her waist and flipped them over. Her back hit the mattress and on instinct her legs wrapped around him. The quick switch thrust him even deeper. Her skin and the tiny muscle inside her were already primed and sensitive. Having him rest there, pressing against her, was almost too much. Every breath he took echoed inside her.

“You okay?” He asked the question through rough breaths.

This man. In just a short time, and through all her defenses, her feelings for him pushed past attraction. She actually liked him, wanted to be with him... dreaded the idea of him leaving to go back home.

She’d expended every ounce of energy but she found the strength to lift her hand. She skimmed her thumb over the stubble on his chin, across that sexy bottom lip, loving every angle. “I’m great. Thanks to you.”

“I need—”

“Do it.” She brought his head down for another heart-stopping kiss.

Her hands slipped over him. Across those shoulders and traveled down his back. And she kept going. Her palms stopped their tour on his firm ass and she cupped him in both hands.

He lifted his head and a sexy smile lit up his face. “Well, now.”

“That was for me.” She tightened her thighs against his hips. “Now tell me what you need.”

“I have it.” He started moving then. In and out of her, pushing and thrusting, scooping her into his arms.

He balanced his body over hers, rubbed against her until the heat blinded her again. Without another word, he buried his mouth in her neck. One last push and he blew out a long breath. His wet mouth touched her skin as his hips flexed and the orgasm tore through him.

His body rocked against her. The rumble in his chest vibrated against her as the last of the tension eased from him.

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