Finding Wicked Page 11

  I licked my suddenly dry lips. “No, I’m good. I was…just thinking about…my mom, Greta, George, Jennings…wondering what they’re all doing.”

  “Liar.”

  My pulse pounded, and I exhaled sharply. The devilish flicker in his eyes and jutted chin told me he knew how much he affected me. Amusement twitched the corner of his mouth.

  “The only thing on your mind is what I’m planning to do to you tonight.”

  I drew in a deep breath, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth before flashing an impish grin, as if the blood in my veins wasn’t blazing through my body.

  “Actually, I haven’t given that a second thought.”

  “Is that why underneath that dress, you’re soaking wet and your nipples are so tight, begging for me to lick them? I can almost smell how much you’re thinking about us.”

  Fidgeting, I uncrossed my ankles then re-crossed them while rolling my eyes. “You’re full of yourself, Mr. Mitchell.”

  Garrett folded the portfolio and placed it next to him on the ground, along with the pen. “The only thing I’m full of is thoughts of the many ways I want to fuck you. One taste hasn’t sated my appetite, and all day I’ve imagined your legs wrapped around me while I slide deep inside. I’ve heard your voice in my dreams, calling out my name over and over again. You, Brooke—thoughts of you are what I’m full of.”

  I stared at his lips, feeling as though I were about to burst. Fending off the urge to leap from the chair and throw myself into his arms, I stretched out, as if I were prey and he the hunter.

  “I can’t stop thinking about you either.” I didn’t even realize I’d said the words out loud until he responded.

  “Fuck the bet.” Suddenly he towered over me with blatant desire in his eyes. In a quick move, he adjusted the levers at the back of the chair, easing it into a flat position. “Roll over onto your stomach.”

  I did as he said, feeling his strong hands grasping the sides of my dress from behind, pushing the yellow fabric over my hips. Slowly his fingers trailed along my thighs until they gripped my ass. He started out moving his fingers in a tender caress before roughly clenching my skin.

  I sharply drew a breath in, filling my lungs with all the air they could hold, and shuddered in anticipation of what he had planned. Everything surrounding us faded away into nothing.

  My heart beat chaotically and I let out a whimper at his incredible massage on the cheeks of my butt as I arched upward into his touch. His lips found the small of my back, and I heard the sound of lace ripping before the ruined thong flew to the ground.

  His teeth nipped at the curvature of my spine, trailing lower and lower, stopping on the right cheek.

  “On your knees,” he commanded.

  I’d never been ordered around, but the intensity in his tone pooled approval between my legs.

  Gently he smacked his palm against my creamy skin. “Now, Brooke.”

  Quickly, I wriggled into position and tilted my head over my shoulder, looking at him with languid eyes. He swept his tongue across the soft pink-tinted skin where he’d given me a playful slap. Like molten lava, searing blood coursed through my veins, spreading tingles up and down my limbs.

  “What do you want me to do to you?” His mouth trailed past the small of my back, stopping on the right cheek of my ass.

  Unable to formulate a single word, I let out an approving whimper for him to keep worshiping my body with his mouth.

  “That’s not an answer. Tell me what you want.” His teeth grazed my skin as he licked lower.

  “Whatever you want.” My head spun, arching toward him, my nipples pebbled, eager against the fabric bunched up around my torso.

  “Spread your legs wider. Place your knees at the edge of each side of the chair and hold on to the headrest. Don’t let go.”

  As soon as I moved my left knee, his tongue darted into the crevice in a long delicious swipe as he nudged my right knee to the opposite side.

  I drew my bottom lip between my teeth and let out a wild, reckless moan of approval. Relentlessly he circled his tongue around my clit, flicking the hardened nub with his magic skills, pulling me closer and closer to bliss. I trembled and called out his name when he added two fingers, driving me closer to the edge as he caressed the hot walls of my insides.

  I drew in a ragged breath, ready to explode in climax when he abruptly stopped everything. I panted and arched my eager body toward his mouth.

  “Please, Garrett.”

  “You’re so wet. Say it, babe. Tell me what you want.” He pressed his hardness against my backside. “Feel that. It’s all yours if you tell me what you want.”

  I’d never talked crass, had never begged a man to fuck me, and I blushed trying to muster up the courage.

  “Make me feel good…please.”

  In a quick move, he swept the pad of his index finger through my slick center in a single motion before bringing the finger to his lips.

  “Like that?”

  I let out a pained objection and wriggled my ass in frustration. “I want you inside me.”

  He inserted his pinkie finger, holding it statue-still while reaching up and pinching my nipple through my dress at the same time.

  “Is this enough? Is this enough for you? Tell. Me. Brooke.”

  “No, Garrett. I want you…” I gritted my teeth, bucking my hips, wanting so much more. “Inside me…you.”

  “I am inside you. All you have to do is tell me what to do. You hold the power to get whatever you need.” He circled his finger inside me, the sensation tantalizing.

  “I want your mouth. I want your fingers. I want your cock inside me!”

  He exchanged his pinkie for his index and middle fingers, pushing them into me as deep as they could go.

  I gasped, pushing into him as he thrust hard and fast. The synchronized rhythm of his fingers and my hips spiraled me nearer to release, and he must have sensed it because he stopped all movement.

  “Nooooo! Oh God, no. I need to come.”

  “And you will—many, many times.” He fisted my hair and eased my head down to the headrest, my breasts pressed against the chair and my ass high in the air. I heard the sound of his zipper lowering, and my muscles tightened in anticipation. Then there was the familiar sound of a foil wrapper tearing, and he rolled the condom onto his shaft.

  His hardness stopped at my entrance, probing and rubbing as he firmly squeezed my ass. The waiting and anticipation drove me mad. I’d never been on all fours, had never been turned on as much as I was in that moment.

  “Fuck me, Garrett. Please fuck me,” I pleaded.

  He drove into me hard, and this time I yelled his name into the salty air. With every intense thrust, I climbed higher, squeezing the chair so hard my fingers blanched. He ground into me, and I met him move for move until the pleasure peaked and I trembled, crying out his name over and over in the waves of pleasure.

  “You’re mine.” His fingers found my most sensitive swollen spot, freeing my release. “Come, Brooke. Come for me.”

  “Oh God, Garrett. Yes…fuck!” Bliss pulsed through every nerve, every cell, every fiber of my body as wave after wave rippled through me.

  “Fuck yes, Brooke!” He panted and shuddered as I clenched around him, squeezing out every drop he had to offer.

  Deeply embedded inside me, he stilled and pressed a kiss to my neck below my ear.

  “You’re so damn beautiful, and you’re mine,” he said with a pleased tone.

  We collapsed, breathing heavily, him lying on his side with my backside nestled against his body.

  Mine.

  I stared across the shore with that one word running rampant in my mind. He pulled me flush against him, trailing his fingers down my hip to my thigh.

  Am I his?

  Does he really mean that?

  Do I want to be his?

  “You’re so incredibly tight, so hot, wet, and fucking amazing.” He pressed his hardness against me. “Do you feel that? I want you again.
”

  “Mmm,” I managed to reply while wriggling against him.

  He let out a throaty groan and captured my earlobe between his teeth.

  “Before we’re done, I want to bury myself deep inside you in every way possible.” He eased his fingers to my slippery fold at the juncture of my thighs. “Tell me this is mine, all mine, Brooke.”

  I wanted to say it. I wanted to be his, but this…the island, us being there alone without distractions, without the real world…I could be his for the time being, but not when we went back. Everything we shared would have meant nothing.

  He bit down on my ear and dipped his finger inside me. “Say it. Say this is mine.”

  It’s yours. While this lasts, it’s all yours.

  “It’s yours.”

  Chapter 14

  A stretch of fiery oranges, reds, and brilliant yellows infiltrated the sky on the horizon in a stunning speckled pattern. I marveled at the majestic beauty, daring to think of it as romantic while Garrett and I feasted on crab and scallops.

  “Beautiful.” He cocked an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smile.

  “It’s breathtaking,” I said, my eyes latching onto his.

  There was nothing in the world more breathtaking than him. How could a man make me feel like he’d placed all the stars from the sky in my eyes after just a few short weeks?

  “I meant you, Brooke,” he whispered, his deep stare leveling on me.

  I didn’t know I’d started smiling, but I wasn’t surprised by the inevitable reaction. I was incapable of controlling the involuntary response my body had to him.

  “Take a walk with me.”

  “Sounds nice.”

  He linked our fingers together, leading me along the edge of the low tide. My hand felt so small inside his as we trekked along the shore in the edge of twilight. The sparks from his sexual allure fogged my brain as I let him lead me through residual salty foam washing upon the shore.

  How do I get over the fear of living cautiously and being reserved? How do I get to a place of letting go and being carefree, unabashed, and fearless of the what-ifs? What if we’re rescued tomorrow and all of this is over? What if this is all the time we get together?

  Deep in thought, my heart contracted as if spasming in my chest. I didn’t notice us slowing our pace until he stopped altogether.

  “Why do I make you nervous?”

  Because the moment we’re rescued, it’ll be the end of us.

  Because you’ve opened my eyes and I don’t want to close them.

  I’m scared because this is starting to feel like something more than sex.

  “Talk to me, Brooke. What makes you so nervous? When you’re in my arms, there’s nothing nervous about you.”

  “Talking is overrated and too personal.” I turned away from him, staring across the dusky sea.

  “Not as personal as me buried deep inside you.”

  A blush crept into my cheeks. “That wasn’t personal. That was…what did you call it? Dirty fucking?”

  “Make no mistake, I haven’t begun to dirty fuck you yet.” He leaned into me from behind, skimming his lips across the side of my neck as his arms circled around me. “When you’re in my arms, I feel how much you want this. Then when we’re doing normal things, like now, walking hand in hand, you’re fidgety.”

  His lips sent a shiver zipping across my back, all the way up the base of my neck where his lips trailed, stilling my nerves. His touch veiled my fears. When we were together, he made me forget everything in the world except us. Arching my head to the side, I gave in.

  “I love that when I touch you, you relax into me. It’s as if you let yourself go and fall into me. The world slips away and it’s just us. Tell me what’s going on inside that beautiful head of yours, Brooke. Tell me what’s fucking with your mind.” His teeth gently bit into my skin before he swiped his tongue over the same spot.

  I swallowed hard.

  Truth…it was time for truth.

  “I don’t want to feel the things you make me feel.”

  “But you do.” He breathed the words in my ear before trailing soft kisses down the side of my neck.

  “I’m terrified, Garrett. I’m fucking my…I think it’s safe to say my ex-boss. I don’t have a clue what to expect when and if we return to Dallas, and normally I strategically plan everything in my life. For God’s sake, I have a planner filled with daily tasks, reminders, and appointments. I don’t do reckless. I don’t do casual sex. Nothing makes sense, and it scares me because I don’t give a damn…and I should.”

  “Fall into it. Keep letting go and falling into me. I’ll catch you.”

  “Until you decide to move on. I’m fucking up my life for the best sex I’ve ever had. Having a job with a decent salary in order to help my mom is a must, and I’ve fucked that up because I’m fucking you.” Tears stung my eyes.

  “Trust me, you’ll be taken care of, Brooke, you and your mother. Trust me.”

  “You’re asking me to trust you, and I want to, but—”

  His lips found mine, silencing my panic, and in a blink my body molded against his chest, letting the warmth spread all the way to my toes.

  “You have the power to hurt me, Garrett.”

  He tensed, and surprise laced his voice. “Hurting you is the last thing I’d ever do.”

  “Not physically. If I…” I let out a deep breath, at war with myself, trying to be rational. “It would be so easy to want more…and I don’t. I don’t want more, but you make it so easy to want more of you.”

  “Stop trying to control it. Make no mistake, I tried to stay away and failed. When we get home, we’ll deal with it. We’ll deal with everything, and I can make everything good between us. I can’t imagine not being with you.” He pressed his forehead against mine, and I thought I felt him tremble.

  Unable to help myself, I slipped into a place I vowed I’d never step foot in again, a place where it felt more like our worlds were starting to collide. Embracing me under the most alluring sunset, he made me feel warm and protected, and it felt profoundly natural.

  “Unzip my dress.”

  His chest stopped moving up and down and catching him off guard brought a smile to my face.

  I did a slow twirl and gathered my hair in my hands, giving him full access. When he didn’t move, I glanced over my shoulder, finding his head cocked and a wicked gleam in his eyes.

  “I want to go for a swim. It’s warm, and the water would feel amazing.”

  “We’re not done talking.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I am. I told you—talking’s overrated. Action speaks volumes.”

  He rolled my zipper down in a seductive fashion and leaned into my ear again. “I can give you action, baby.”

  My heart raced, and his words sent an ache between my legs. His hands glided down my hips in a feather-soft trail, pausing at the waistline of the underwear I’d replaced the shredded ones with. Before he clutched the lace, I stepped forward.

  “Oh no you don’t. You’ve ripped one pair, and I’m still missing another from when you tossed them God knows where. I’d like to keep the remaining ones until we’re rescued.”

  He tossed his head back, laughing, and the sound made my heart smile.

  “You should laugh more often. It’s nice.” I eased out of the dainty lace before wading into the waves.

  I felt his eyes burning into my backside and heard the rustle of him undressing, and I tried to control my breaths. Waves rolled over my knees as I turned toward him and crooked my index finger, gesturing for him to join me.

  “Don’t keep me waiting,” I taunted.

  Garrett came toward me predatorily, obviously hungry—for me. Desire filled his hooded eyes as he circled his arms around my middle, drawing me to him. In a quick move, he’d pulled my feet from the bottom of the sandy ocean, lifting me in the air. When he brought me down, I slid down his body, wrapping my arms around his neck. The hardness of his erection nudging into my abdomen drew an anxious
whimper from me.

  “I’ve never known anyone like you.” He pushed back a wayward strand of hair blowing in my face. “And I can’t get enough.”

  I pressed my hardened nipples against him, taunting and stoking the fire. In the dusky twilight, he had wicked sin in his expression.

  “These are mine, Brooke, all mine.” He dipped his lips down, taking in a pebbled bud, gently sucking. His mouth was warm, soft, and delicious. He slipped his fingers between my folds, stroking until I cried out his name. His teeth grazed my sensitive nub, and I swore I heard him growl over the sounds of the ocean. Dropping to his knees in a desperate move, his mouth covered my flesh, licking me into oblivion. My hips bucked involuntarily, and my hands latched onto the back of his silky hair, pushing him farther into me.

  “This is also mine.” He pulled back, looking at me, daring me to deny it. “Say it—say it’s mine.”

  “It’s yours.”

  His tongue rewarded me, licking thoroughly and swiping over the bundled nerves with maddening movements through my eager wet depth. Driven wild, I couldn’t stop the declaration: “I’m all yours. Fuck me, Garrett. Please fuck me.”

  “Enjoy my tongue babe. Come in my mouth.” His breath only made me throb more.

  “Please, Garrett, I want you inside me.” My breath came in pleading gasps.

  “I didn’t bring a condom.” He flicked his tongue over me again before shoving it deep inside me. If his hands hadn’t held my hips in an anchoring grip, I would have toppled over into the salty water.

  “I’m clean and on the pill.”

  “I never have sex without a condom.” Quickly he stood, and before I could blink, he had me in his arms, carrying me to the sugary beach. He gently placed me on my back and covered me with his body before gliding deep into my begging core.

  “Yes. Oh God, yes.” I arched upward, meeting the intensity by wrapping my legs around his hips.

  Clinging to him, I held on for dear life as he gave and I took. He felt too good for me to last as the brink of climax hit.

  “Come for me, Brooke. Scream as loud as you want. No one will hear you but me.”

  I shattered, lost in the passion, my body clamping down on him as he thrust hard. He shuddered and let out a feral growl until his own movements subsided.