Page 27 of At A Dreamwalkers Mercy

It was like her move broke his control.

That control that she had watched through the week as they continued to sleep next to each other, as they continued to hold hands and snuggle on the couch watching movies. As his dick would press against her when he held her, but he never made a move.

That control was gone.

In the blink of an eye, he pulled away and bent lower, putting his shoulder to her waist and standing.

“Garrett!” she screamed, not expecting to be hanging upside down when her body was still burning from his kisses.

“I’m not fucking doing this in a bathroom with a broken door,” he growled out and marched out of the bathroom.

She giggled as his boots stomped over the wood pieces that littered the floor.

“It’s not fucking funny,” he growled deeper, right before she went flying. Her hair whipped around her head as her body landed with a soft thump on the bed, and she bounced.

He stood back, watching her, his eyes like fire.

Searing her to the core.

Like he was a lion stalking his prey.

He reached for his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it aside before working on his pants.

Something so simple as his movements while he undressed turned her on, and she squirmed slightly, the shirt she was wearing riding up.

His eyes caught on her bare thigh where she knew her pussy was almost showing, and his dark gaze seemed to burn brighter as his fingers worked at the button and zipper of his jeans, shoving them down so he was only in his boxers.

She wasn’t a prude, and she wasn’t a virgin, but holy heck.

He was large.

And thick.

And…

She wanted to say something, but her mouth seemed stuck.

Her eyes were transfixed on him, his sculpted body, the muscles tightening as her gaze turned south and his dick standing out straight in front of him jerked, bobbing under her attention.

“Garrett…” she finally managed, but he didn’t give her time to finish. He came over her and settled between her thighs, his arms braced on each side of her, surrounding her, caging her in, and silencing her words again.

This time for a different reason.

Crap.

Her eyes widened, and her shaking hands braced against his shoulders.

As if he knew that she was slightly freaking out, his eyes softened, and his thumb rubbed against her cheek.

“We don’t have to do this.”

“No, I want to,” she whispered, staring into his eyes that seemed to swirl.

“Then why so nervous, little one?” She shrugged, not sure why she was feeling so hesitant.

Maybe it was because he was so… everything.

It was intimidating.

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