Page 44 of Cold Foot Croc

His kiss became more intense as he slid a hand between them and down the front of her panties. He slipped his touch to her wet sex, and groaned as her rubbed her there. Raynah rolled her hips against his touch and arched her head back, holding him tight as she rolled her eyes closed.

“I want it,” he growled against her ear.

“You can have it,” she whispered breathlessly, and nipped the lobe of his ear.

They had hit a rhythm with rocking against each other, but he halted it to lean back and undo his jeans. She pushed up just enough to let him shove his pants down, exposing his enormous, hard cock.

Another tremble of excitement took her as he ripped her lace panties, pulled them from her, and threw them on the floor. She rubbed against the length of his shaft as he kissed her again, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth. Raynah groaned at how good this felt.

His thumb was gently on her throat, pushing her chin up so his lips could reach the tripping pulse there.

The way his mouth moved against her, the way his body moved against her…she couldn’t stop anymore, not even if she tried.

Harder, she rolled her hips against him, teasing the head of his cock with her entrance.

A sexy growl sounded from him, and in a blur his hands went to her hips and lifted her up just enough. He slid into her slow, and she shuddered as she took the entire length of him.

Every nerve ending was firing off in sensations like she’d never felt before. Holy shit, nothing had felt this good before.

He moved deep within her, slow at first, dragging her toward release so fast it was overwhelming. Oh, he knew what to do with her body.

The way his strong body rolled against her was everything.

Raynah got lost. The world disappeared and it was just them here, and Garret’s touch was the only thing that meant anything. He consumed her like the fire consumed the branches in that stove in the corner.

The feel of his muscles under her hands, and his warm, smooth skin, made her want more and more. She wanted this to last forever. It had been so damn long since she’d just been able to…be.

He moved deeper within her, gripping her hips, and she was there, crying out his name, tossing her head back. He gripped her hair in the back, and the fingers of his other hand dug into the curve of her thigh as he bucked into her.

When she looked into his eyes, they were so bright—the color of the ocean if it was glowing from the depths.

God, he was something to behold—his wide shoulders flexed as he gripped her and dragged her against him over and over. She felt like she would explode with ecstasy, and buried her face against his neck as she hugged him tighter.

“Are you there?” he asked in a whisper. “Yeah, you’re there. That’s a good girl. I can feel how close you are.”

And his words were enough to finish her. Raynah groaned helplessly as her body broke against him in crashing waves of pleasure.

“Fuck, Raynah,” he gritted out through a clenched jaw, and bucked into her faster, faster, harder. He wrapped his arms around her, holding the back of her neck, the other arm around her waist as he stayed deep in her, fucking her breathless.

Her orgasm was met with his as thick jets of warmth streamed into her in throbbing waves.

Panting his name mindlessly, over and over, Raynah melted into him completely, until she didn’t exist anymore. Until she was boneless.

When the pulses of both of their releases had faded away, he stayed just like that, holding her close. He rocked her gently as their heart rates came down slowly. At last, he inched back and searched her eyes, and she witnessed something astonishing. The slow smile that drifted across his face said he cared so deeply for her. Perhaps deeper than anyone had ever cared for her before.

It loosened up something inside of her that she hadn’t realized was wound so tight.

She blew out slow breath after slow breath, and he just watched her like she was the moon and the stars. “You’re okay,” he murmured.

She nodded once. Twice. “I’m okay.” And she could hear her own honesty in those words.

She was okay. Truly.

Garret eased her down to the bed and pulled the covers over her bare skin, and then moved to get up.

“Stay,” she whispered.

“Do you need food?”

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