Free Love at Last (Last Frontier Lodge #2) by J.H. Croix Page B

torn open. His cock was rock-hard and pulsing with every beat of his heart. Though he was consumed with need, when his eyes caught hers, his heart clenched.

Chapter 7

    Delia couldn’t break away from Garrett’s navy gaze, his eyes like hot embers on her. Her breath was ragged, and she was feverish with need. Garrett stood before her, his arms braced on the desk on either side of her. The sight of his bare chest sent her pulse up another notch. He was pure muscle, his arms bulging, his chest and abs etched from stone. Somewhere along the way in these heated moments, she’d torn his jeans open and shoved them down his hips. A pair of fitted black briefs didn’t hide his bulging arousal.
    The practical corner of her mind tried to assert itself. Are you out of your mind? You’re sitting here almost naked and about to have sex for the first time in six years, and you’re not even thinking about stopping! Do you remember what happened last time you didn’t bother to think? As if she needed to be reminded. She didn’t let herself think that way often, but the truth was Nick was the biggest blessing of her life despite coming from what she also considered her biggest mistake—a silly, childish brush with love that had been far from it. She’d been ruled by her practical side for so long now because she needed it.
    But right now, in this moment, she didn’t want to let her practical side make her decisions for her. If this turned out to be another mistake, at least it would feel amazing. She knew maybe it wasn’t a good idea to let Garrett any closer, but the temptation was so strong. She didn’t want to miss the chance to feel the way she felt with him. Even if he walked out of her life in a few weeks, and she had to shore up the walls around her heart in the aftermath. She already knew with certainty that the way she felt with Garrett when she managed to turn her brain off was something beyond anything she’d ever experienced. Even in the cloud of love-lust she felt for Terry all those years ago, the reality was the sex had been awkward and not particularly satisfying. The orgasm Garrett had so effortlessly brought her the other night was the first orgasm she’d had with anyone other than herself.
    Holding Garrett’s gaze, she placed her palm on his chest and stroked it slowly down. His breath hissed through his teeth when she slipped her hand into his briefs. She thrilled to his low groan when she curled her hand around his heated length. His eyes still on hers and his breathing rough, he circled her lips with his thumb before he traced a path down between her breasts. Her nipples contracted and her belly clenched as his touch traveled over the curve of her belly and stroked across her cotton panties. He stroked softly once or twice, and her breath broke on a moan. She was already drenched with desire. She shifted restlessly into his touch. He abruptly stepped back, tugging her hips to the edge of the desk.
    He moved swiftly. In one motion, he pushed her panties out of the way and leaned forward and brought his mouth against her. Her hands fell away from him and she hung onto the edge of the desk, frantically grasping for something to anchor her as fierce sensation overtook her. His fingers joined his mouth, plunging into her channel and stroking as he licked through her folds. Her hips rocked into his mouth as he teased around and over her clit. She lost all sense of anything other than the pressure gathering and spinning inside until it spun loose, releasing wave after wave of sharp pleasure.
    Garrett eased the stroke of his fingers and stilled his mouth before slowly pulling back. His lips trailed upward on her body in a leisurely path. He paused to tease her breasts, licking around a nipple before closing his lips over it. Heat twisted inside of her. Still reeling from the reverberations of her climax, she arched into his touch. His mouth traversed to her other breast. Pleasure streaked through her when he bit