Page 9 of Garrett's Obsession

My eyes widen as his meaning becomes clear. At least I think it does. Did he just offer to work on making me come later? Holy shiitake. I’m in way over my head here.

“Uh,” Is all I manage to mutter.

Garrett laughs and kisses me. Kiss is too tame a word for what he does to me. His lips move over mine gently while his tongue slips into my mouth, consuming me, heart and soul.

I sigh his name against his lips as my body melts against his muscular frame. Something really hard and big—very, very big—presses against my tummy, waking up every nerve in my body along with my virgin girly bits.

FIVE

GARRETT

"Fuck,"I groan, dragging Ciara up against my chest to deepen the kiss. She clings to my shoulders, making the sweetest little sounds of pleasure as her mouth works with mine. She's driving me wild and doesn't even know it.

I've been thinking about her non-stop today. I know damn well that I shouldn't be kissing her or trying to make her mine, but I've been playing by the rules since I moved to town. I've kept my distance and tried to do the right thing for the sake of the boys counting on me. A man can only take so much. I'm not risking everything for the hell of it. This isn't a fling. Ciara isn't an itch I want to scratch.

I'm in love with her. She's going to be my wife. If the school board wants to fire me for following my heart, well, that's their prerogative. But I'm not just teaching my boys to play ball. I'm teaching them what it means to be men. And men fight for what they believe in. I believe in us… in me and Ciara and the future. She's mine.

"Garrett," she moans against my lips, shifting restlessly. Shit. She's hurting for me.

I run my hand down her back, gripping her luscious ass. "You hurting for me, Cherry?"

"Yes." Her answer is shy and sweet.

"You going to be good and let me take care of it for you?" I nip her bottom lip before trailing kisses all over her throat, leaving the choice up to her.

It doesn't take her long to decide. "Please," she whispers, trembling in my arms. "I-I..."

"I know. Believe me, baby. I know." I spin her around so her back is against my chest, and I have access to her throat, those perfect tits, and her pussy.

She leans back against me, her head resting on my shoulder. I gently nudge her feet apart to give myself room to work, nuzzling her throat at the same time.

"Do you have any idea how many times I've thought about this?" I whisper, running my hands all over her. She's soft and lush everywhere. And responsive as hell. She arches into my hands, moaning. I pinch her nipples. Roll them between my fingers.

"Garrett," she gasps.

"It'll feel even better when it's my mouth, Cherry. I'll leave my marks all over them."

She groans from deep in her chest.

I smile against her throat and slide one hand down her stomach. "You didn't answer my question, Ciara."

"No."

"Every damn day since I met you," I growl, slipping my hand into the waistband of her pants. The button gives way when I do, slipping free. I quickly twist my wrist to tug the zipper down.

"M-me too," she whispers.

I freeze for a moment, barely breathing. "You thought about me, Ciara?"

"Yes. I dreamed about you. Even though it was wrong, I couldn't help it."

"Fuck." I press my face against her shoulder, letting her confession work its way through me. She's been thinking about me this whole damn time, dreaming about me this whole time I should have made a move long before now.

I tug her wet panties to the side. She stops breathing as I run my thumb down her slit, parting her folds.

"Breathe, Cherry."

She sucks in a deep breath.

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