Free GetOn by Regina Cole Page B

nervous as she led him down the
plush-carpeted hallway to her hotel room. It wasn’t even on the same floor as
Jules’ and Matt’s rooms, so there was almost zero chance she’d run into someone
she knew. And even if I did , she glanced backward at the tall, muscled
man following her, he’s someone to be proud of.
    So why was her heart trying to break through her rib cage?
    Fumbling in her pocket for the plastic keycard, Mia dragged
a deep breath into her too-small lungs.
    “You okay?” The husky rumble behind her didn’t help.
    “Sure,” she squeaked, her fingers fumbling on the card.
“Yeah, totally fine.” The card finally slipped into the slot, the little green
light on the lock flashing as it beeped. Mia turned the knob and shoved the
door open.
    “I’m going to run to the restroom, okay? Just,” she kicked a
pair of panties into the corner, cursing the way she’d stumbled drunk into bed
the last night she’d been here, “make yourself comfy.”
    Garrett crooked a brow, but she flew into the bathroom
before he could ask what the fuck was wrong with her.
    She yanked the tap on full blast and sat on the edge of the
tub with her head in her hands. Good god. What was she doing here? She’d had a
rule before. No guys with more baggage than she had. But Garrett had a 747 full
of baggage, so why the fuck wasn’t she running the other way?
    With a sigh, she lifted her head and glanced in the mirror.
A horrified squeal escaped as she took in the god-awful vision in front of her.
    “Mia? You okay?” He knocked, gentle but insistent.
    “Oh my god, how could you let me go into a nice restaurant
looking like this?” Mia’s horrified stare looked right back at her. “My hair is
a mess, my eyeliner is all over my damn face, and my clothes are wrinkled and
dusty from that freaking warehouse!”
    Garrett’s chuckle came through the door.
    “Are you laughing at me?” She flung open the bathroom door,
upsetting Garrett’s balance as he’d apparently been leaning on it. She shoved
an angry finger right under his nose. “Were you laughing at me this whole time?
You jerk!”
    “Mia,” Garrett said gently, grasping her finger and lowering
it. “You looked fine. More than fine. You looked beautiful. Your eyeliner
didn’t smudge until you started crying at the table, and I didn’t want to make
you self-conscious about it.” He lowered his head and kissed her tenderly.
    She tried to hold on to her irritation, but as his demanding
tongue took her mouth in broad, possessive sweeps, she couldn’t stop it from
changing into pure passion. His hands moved up from her arms, rubbing along the
back of her neck to tangle in the curls at the base of her skull, the pulling
sensation only making her want him more.
    His lips moved over hers and she matched every motion, a
willing participant in this passionate onslaught. Hooking her leg over his hip,
she moaned into his mouth at the feeling of his insistent erection pressing
against her hot, throbbing core.
    Tearing her mouth away, she gasped as his kisses trailed
down her jawline and onto her throat, her pulse pounding in response to his
demanding mouth.
    “Shower,” she breathed, dropping her leg and moving deeper
into the bathroom. “Now.”
    He growled in frustration at having to move, but once she
grasped the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, his eyes lit up in
appreciation. They stripped quickly, neither of them wanting to wait.
    Mia leaned against the counter as Garrett turned the water
on to heat, and she couldn’t help admiring the strong lines of his back and
muscled ass. While he was still bent over, she stepped closer, gripping his
hips and bending to press her breasts against his back.
    “You,” she dropped kisses along his spine, just below the
dragon tattoo that winged across the right half of his back, “are incredibly
toned. You make me self-conscious, you know.”
    She squealed as he bumped her backward, turning and catching
her before