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We both remain still for a few seconds, adjusting to the feel of each other. He untangles our hands and pushes back my hair, cupping my face and kisses me. Deepening the kiss, his tongue toying with my own and then he slowly starts to move. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I open up completely and relish in the way Garrett feels.

He rotates his hips hitting the very spot I need him the most. “Yes,” he bites on my lower lip and gives it a little tug. “Damn Ky, you feel so fucking good.”

I feel myself tightening around him, I start shifting myself, riding out the pleasure as I ignite, and I swear for a moment everything goes black.

“Fuck,” he growls, gripping my hip and speeding up his thrust. Suddenly he goes up on his knees, pulling me up with him, as I straddle his waist. His thrust upward hard and fast and his fingers dig into my hips right before he pushes in deep one last time, and I feel him twitch inside of me.

His head tilts upward, his lips part and he shivers.

I am completely enthralled by him, completely and utterly enthralled.

CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE

Garrett

Kyra lays,stomach down on my mattress, her head turned toward the opposite side, her blonde hair fanned out all around her. The gray sheets are low on her body, barely covering her ass, her naked back on full display.

We’ve been in bed all day and through the night, with the exception of ordering in food, and another shower that was filled with teasing and exploring one another. Exhausted and spent, we made it back to my bed where we collapsed and even in her sleep she is irresistible.

I could get used to having her here with me, smelling her shampoo, feeling her hand reach out for me, like she needs the reassurance that I am still here.

Reaching out I lightly drag the tip of my finger along her shoulder, over her back and down until I reach the edge of the sheet, where I stop. She doesn’t even flinch, and her soft snore can be heard throughout the quietness of my bedroom.

I smile to myself, happy that she is here with me. This moment has been a long time coming. I’d thought many times of what it would be like to have her here, exactly as she is now. Even the dreams I had, don’t compare to reality.

She is perfection, flawless, and angelic.

To some I know if I said these things aloud I’d be considered a pussy, but I don’t care.

Leaning in closer I kiss her shoulder, taking my time to pull away. I feel her body react to me, her head slowly turning toward my own. I can barely see her through her long hair that is now more like a shield. Through the parted strands I get a small peek of her smile and a warmth washes over me.

“Hi,” I whisper, and her shoulders rise and fall with an intake of breath.

“Hi,” she replies as I push away the hair from her face.

My heart rate spikes.

“What time is it?”

Looking past her toward the small clock hanging on the wall just outside my bedroom I answer. “Just past five,” it’s still so early, but I had been lying awake for more than an hour listening to her breathe before I could no longer stop myself from touching her.

“I'm so glad I don’t have to be at Sugarland early on weekends.” Kyra allows her eyes to flutter shut once again.

I don’t say anything, just watch her as she starts once again to fade off into sleep. Getting comfortable, I remain on my side facing her.

She looks so peaceful.

I hear my phone ring from the nightstand and quickly grab it, swiping the answer button hoping it doesn’t wake her.

“Yeah,” I don’t even look to see who is calling.

“Is Kyra with you?” I pull back and look at my phone to see my father’s name on the screen and then place it back to my ear. “Garrett?” His tone seems urgent.

“Yes,” why was my dad asking me about Kyra and at barely five am?

“Keep her there,” he ends the call, and I am more confused than ever.

Slipping out of bed, I do my best to keep from waking Kyra. Exiting my bedroom I walk down the hall and into the small kitchen. Redialing my dad’s number he sends it to voicemail which only pisses me off.

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