Page 39 of Freedom Fighters
She took him with languorous delight, riding him, until her pleasure tore away the pretense and she let her head roll back, blind to anything but the peak that gripped her.
Before she could recover, Garrett reared up off the bed. He gripped her waist and flipped her beneath him. He leaned over her,watching her, his gray eyes half-closed with pleasure.
Carmen tried to gain control of her breathing, for she panted heavily, but she couldn’t. She wriggled as she had made him writhe. She was just as helpless to stop.
“Tables turned,” he told her, his voice deep and rough.
This time, he drove her to the utter edge of oblivion, working his body against hers, measuring her responses and directingthem. He controlled her pleasure, channeling it, until they climaxed together in hard, mutual waves.
As their hearts slowed, Garrett met her gaze. There was no animosity in his eyes, but a reserved expression shuttered them.
Carmen’s heart gave an extra hard jump. She knew what that reservation meant.
Garrett released her and moved onto the bed next to her. The bed was small enough they hadto stay close together to fit, so he turned on his side. He trailed his fingers over her shoulder, making her nerves twitch.
The silence between them stretched onward. Carmen sought for something,anythingto say, to break it. All the usual post-coital conversational subjects would be wildly inappropriate right now. Garrett wasn’t an average Saturday night date.
Garrett cleared his throat. “Yousaid something about ‘next time’.”
“I did?” She frowned. “I don’t remember.”
“Doesn’t matter,” he said, indifferently. Yet his fingers stopped moving.
The halt of his hand alerted her. Carmen didn’t let herself stiffen or move. She didn’t look at him. Instead, using the most casual tone she could muster, she said. “Would you like a next time?”
He was silent for a long moment. Then his fingersstroked gently over the base of her throat. “Yes.”
“Okay, then.” She matched his soft tone.
After a moment, he laid down, his head pillowed on his arm. His hand came to rest on her arm. The silence settled between them again, only this time it held no tension. Carmen relaxed. A huge yawn caught at her.
“I should go.” She turned her head to check Garrett’s reaction.
His gaze was steady. “Youdon’t have to.”
She bit her lip.
“Stay, if you want,” he added.
“Are you sure?”
“I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t.” There was just enough of the sarcasm she was used to that she relaxed again.
She turned on her side. “A mattress. Luxury,” she murmured, sleep taking her fast.
She realized she had fallen asleep when she woke, startled by movement. A sheet and cover dropped over her andGarrett’s body settled behind her. His arm tucked over her waist and his hand slid under her breast.
Carmen stared at the ghostly moonlight coming in through the high window.What now?She wondered.What is Garrett thinking now?
Unlike any man she had ever met, she couldn’t fathom his motives, his desires. She never had. He had the upper hand.
