Page 54 of Ruining His Smirk

My hand moved down over the ridges of his stomach until I reached the elastic of his lounge pants. I dipped a finger and dragged it across the firm plane of his abs. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned my name. “Nate…”

“Mmm?”

“I… you… fuck…” He panted. “I want to…”

“Every night I’ve fucked myself senseless thinking of you.” My hand moved lower until the wet head of his hard cock brushed against my fingers.

Garrett shuddered from head to toe and then his mouth was attacking me. There was no other word for it. He kissed me with such ferocity, as if he could claim me and own me through that kiss alone.

His tongue demanded entry, and I gave it to him. My whole body arched up as he plunged his tongue into my mouth. Garrett made a sound in the back of his throat, low and broken, and one of his hands slid under my back, pulling me into his body.

My fingers slid down the wet shaft of his thick cock, and I kissed him back with everything I had. He groaned into our kiss as my fingers closed around his length. His mouth was warm and desperate, his lips moving against mine like he was drowning again, and I was his lifeline. My ribs protested, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t think of anything except the way he tasted, the way he felt pressed against me, the way his cock jumped when I tilted my head and deepened the kiss.

I’d kissed before, been with many men, but it had never been like this. No one had made me feel so safe. Something about the way his body covered mine, the way he was devouring mymouth, yet the way his fingers spread across my lower back, made me feel like I was being held in more ways than I could explain.

We broke apart to breathe and I might have winced just a tiny bit. His eyes moved all over my face, taking in my undoubtedly disheveled look. He rolled us carefully until I was sprawled over him. My hand slipped out of his pants during the motion, but in this new position I could feel his bulge much more clearly.

I’d been hard since he had called my name in that gravelly voice of his, and to make sure he knew that, I ground my hips against his. Garrett’s breath hitched and his pupils dilated further.

We stared at each other, a million unsaid things passing between us. This connection I felt with him, from the moment we had first spotted each other across the busy cafeteria a year ago, was also something unusual. It went deeper than words or actions. It was so overwhelming that I felt myself tearing up. I blinked hard. I didn’t know why I was being emotional. I wanted him to fuck me, and I wanted it rough, so this sudden onslaught of feelings had me all twisted inside.

Garrett reached up with one hand and caressed my cheek once, so very achingly softly. Then he tugged at the thin elastic band on my head. My hair came loose and hung down across my cheeks. He didn’t speak much, but his actions did. Somehow I found that more charming than if he had suddenly started being all flirty. That was not my cowboy’s style. I felt giddy with happiness, God only knew why, but there was no denying that the way he was looking at me had me floating on cloud nine.

Shit. I really was so far gone.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” he asked.

My lips turned down before I could control my expression. I had the stupidest urge to cry. Panicking at my inexplicablebehavior, I quickly hid my face in the crook of his neck. This was not me at all. I loved sex. I had never been shy in bed. I had been wanting this man for a year, and now I was prepared for possession, aggression, or even triumph.

But what I had not anticipated, what I was not prepared for, was to be cherished.

“I want you to fuck me.” I put extra force into my voice so it wouldn’t wobble. “Hard,” I added.

He held me with both arms, one of his palms rubbing my back. I felt his nod before I heard him speak. “Okay.”

Then he turned his head and kissed my hair while I continued to hide my face. I was so frustrated with myself, yet I kept unraveling the more he did these small, soft gestures.

“Do you want to ride me? Or do you want to be on your back?”

I half snorted and half whimpered. He was so adorably matter-of-fact, and here I was turning into a puddle in his arms. “On my back.”

“Okay.”

Garrett moved up the bed, carrying me with him, and then rolled us again so I was on my back. He sat up and reached for his bedside table. Out came a bottle of lube and a string of condom packets.

“Wait… I’ve not been… couldn’t find anyone interesting enough,” I stammered.

He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow.

Because I wasn’t making sense, of course. “I mean I haven’t been with anyone since I met you. So, if you want to…” I shrugged. “Skip the condoms. Just a thought.”

He blinked and then he groaned.

“Oh… and I passed my deployment medical.” Coming to Antarctica required a full workup for anyone heading to the region. I’d undergone comprehensive STI screening as partof my Antarctic medical clearance. It was standard procedure given the remoteness of the location and the small, isolated populations where casual hookups were common.

“Fuck. Yeah… okay. I’m current on Waypoint’s monthly.”

That’s all I needed to hear.