Then he walked with me hand in hand to my bedroom, where we did nothing more than take our clothes off and slip into bed together. We assumed our usual sleeping positions, with my head on his chest and one of my legs twined between his. It was the first time we didn’t have sex before going to sleep, and yet it felt natural too. It made me realize that while our sex is off-the-charts hot, it’s not what’s at the center of our relationship.
Garrett did, however, make up for it the next morning by pulling me out of bed and taking me up against the wall. He had to clamp one hand over my mouth to keep me from crying out, it felt so damned good. And yes, I’m very much looking forward to seeing him tonight. I’ve never thought about sex much, but with Garrett…I think about it a lot. I’ve never been with someone who is so giving and has made my body feel so good. I think I might be addicted to him.
I hear the bell over the door out front tinkle on a few occasions and figure Stevie is in over his ass out there, but he can handle it. He’ll flit around the store, helping to make efficient decisions, all while never making a customer feel left out or rushed. He’s a whiz at that stuff, because he’s more social butterfly than human.
Burying my attention in a set of bridal bouquets for a wedding tomorrow, I become lost to my thoughts of Garrett and baby’s breath flowers.
“How do you get sexier every time I see you?”
My head does a slow raise up and I’m already smiling before I make eye contact with Garrett. “What are you doing here? Thought you were going to be at my apartment at six-thirty.”
“Just couldn’t help myself. Needed to see you,” he drawls, and before I can stop myself, I’m shooting off the stool and rocketing toward Garrett. I manage a perfectly aimed leap, he catches me smoothly and I wrap my legs around his waist. We’d so kill it on Dancing with the Stars, I bet.
I manage to start kissing Garrett as well as flinging my arm out to catch the edge of the door that separates the front and the back, and swing it shut. Garrett just turns his big body and then pins me up against the door, mashing his lips to mine in a brutally hot kiss.
“God, I missed you,” he says when he lifts his mouth to pay attention to my neck. I can feel him hot and hard between my legs, and I’m flooded with wet arousal.
“Put me down,” I gasp. Groaning, Garrett pulls his head up and looks at me with curiosity, but then lets my body slide south. I quickly grab his hand and start pulling him through the shop, back past the floral design area and the coolers. Right into a little room that says OFFICE on it.
I flick on the light, push Garrett farther into the room, and then shut the door, turning the lock.
“I’m pretty sure I thought you were the most amazing woman on the planet,” Garrett says as he steps toward me in a predatory manner. His eyes are hungry as they roam all over me. “But if you pushed me back here for a little quickie, then I’m going to have to build a temple within which to worship your greatness.”
I snicker, but then reach out to undo his belt. “No quickie. I am finally going to give you a blow job.”
Garrett hisses between his teeth, groans, and then rumbles. “Oh, fuck…most perfect woman in the world.”
“Damn straight,” I whisper, and once I get his pants unzipped, I give him a little push toward one of the chairs that sits opposite Stevie’s desk. “Sit down in the chair.”
“You’re the boss,” he says with a grin, and despite our humor, I also see the underlying need in his eyes and in the massive erection that’s just beyond that zipper.
Just as Garrett is getting ready to lower himself in the seat, I say, “Wait. Push your pants down. Go ahead and get that cock out for me.”
“Jesus, Olivia…I don’t know if I can handle you dirty-talking right now.”
“Give me something to put my mouth on and you won’t be hearing anything from me,” I say with a grin as I step up to him. I watch hungrily as he pushes his pants down, and, yeah…that huge shaft comes free and I’m taking it in my hands so I can stroke it.
Garrett practically falls back into the chair and moans as my hands roam over the soft skin. He watches me through half-lidded eyes as I kneel down between his legs and lick my lips. I lean forward to take him in my mouth, but his hand comes out and caresses my cheek. “I really did miss you.”
My heart sighs over the reverence in his voice, and I give him a sweet smile. “I really missed you too.”
I let our gazes hold for just a moment more, then I bend my head over him. That first soft touch of my tongue on him and both of his hands sink into my hair while he whispers, “Yes.”