Page 41 of Tempt

I slide forward, jump down off the counter and Garrett steps back. I don’t even look at him, I can’t. Him and his wicked tongue are just another reason why at this moment I feel like I’m hanging on the edge of a cliff. God damn it I want him stationed between my thighs, finishing what he just started, and I want it right now.

But the woman currently standing in the opened door staring at me like I am possessed, as she is considering the best form of escape is my current target.

“Did I interrupt something?” Oh the innocence she was trying her best to pull off is my tipping point.

“Gran I love you; I love you so so much but woman you are killing me.” Her eyes widen. “But if you don’t turn back around and march yourself back to your car I’m not sure I can guarantee your safety. And that kills me, my God it kills me but I’m turning into a mad woman, and you are partly to blame. I am falling apart, and there is only one thing at this moment that is going to keep me from igniting and that’s me having an uninterrupted hour with him,” I point back to Garrett, but I don’t look at him. “I am overwhelmed, I have a million things I know I have to do, and I was just about to gain a small fraction of relief.”

“Small,” I hear Garrett grumble behind me and if I had even an ounce of sanity left I would have laughed because he sounds so wounded.

“Sweetheart, you need about six hours of relief,” I narrow my eyes at Gran. Now is not the time for jokes. I am not feeling real chipper and there is nothing a little comic relief can help. I am beyond the point of laughing, I’ve reached nuclear.

“Garrett, will you please hold back my granddaughter,” Gran has moved on from talking to me as she walks toward the hutch in the dining area. “I’m just coming to get the gift I got for Brenda from Bridge. It’s her birthday and us ladies are surprising her with a little gift exchange.”

I watch as she slowly pulls out the bag like she thinks any fast movements may set me off.

Closing the door, she starts to tiptoe backwards, “Give me a few minutes to make my way out the door, then you two can get back to your “relief”.” She air quotes relief, but her eyes are wide with excitement.

“If she gets this worked up over hot times with you being interrupted, it just goes to show that my assumptions were correct.”

“Gran,” I say in warning.

“What assumptions?” Garrett asks and I know there is nothing I can say or do to stop her from saying it.

“You are really good at knocking boots.”

With that she offers a wink, and hurries out the door, closing it in a rush behind her. I am met with silence, and I am afraid to turn around. Garrett has to think my Gran and I are both certifiable.

“A small relief, huh?” I hear him so close behind me that I close my eyes tight and try not to do anything else that will solidify just how unstable I feel at the moment.

“It was not a reflection of what I truly feel, I was rambling and sometimes my words get away from me.”

He places his hands on my hips.

“I love when you ramble.” His breath tickles my ear. “It’s so fucking adorable.”

“Sure,” now he is the insane one. “I promise I’m not crazy.”

“I like crazy,” he confesses and then the entire situation comes crumbling down around me, I hang my head forward and laughter bubbles in my chest.

“You do know now that Gran is going to go play bridge and tell everyone there how you and I are getting dirty at her house?”

“Are we getting dirty?” The mischievous tone tells me that I don’t even need to waste the time answering his question. “Because I’m okay with getting real dirty with you.” My nipples harden at the thought and without thinking it through I turn around to face him, placing my palms to his chest.

Looking up, our eyes lock and a smile creeps onto his lips. “Bake now, relief later?”

I shake my head, “Relief now, please.”

Garret slides his hands around my waist, cupping my ass, and lifting me. My legs circle his waist, as I link my ankles together behind him and I lean in to kiss him. He begins to walk toward the hallway and excitement rushes through me in waves. Garrett is here, in my home and he is about to be in my bed.

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“What are these?” Colton asks around a mouthful of cookie.

“Peanut butter, chocolate chip,” I say and laugh when Terrance slaps him on the back of his head.

“Stop talking with your mouth full you Neanderthal.” Terrance walks off shaking his head and I laugh quietly to myself. I still find it extremely entertaining to be with Garrett’s friends who are all considered family to one another. I honestly have no idea who are really truly his cousins by blood, because to them they are all cousins.

“Did I hear peanut butter,” Chloe waddles over with her cute pregnant belly and looks over the table, taking in all the food. “I’ve had this incredibly weird craving for everything peanut butter and normally I hate peanuts, peanut butter and even the smell of it.”

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