Imani finally made it to the bottom of the stairs and to the door. She took a deep breath, wrapped her hands around the doorknob and turned.
When she opened it, Garrett’s back was to her. He stood with both hands outstretched and pressed up against the railing, apparently, deep in thought. So engrossed in his thoughts, he hadn’t heard her come outside. He coughed again.
Gently, closing the door, Imani spoke. Her voice was husky. “You should do something about that cough.”
Garrett half turned when he heard her and lifted a bottle. “Water went down wrong.”
Nervous at first, Imani knew by the look on his face, she hadn’t made a mistake. A flash of desire was unmasked as his eyes briefly connected with hers.
Imani held her breath as moments of silence ticked by. She watched Garrett’s heated gaze travel unhurriedly from her sexy brown eyes to the swell of her full breasts. They lingered there for just a moment focusing on the hardened tips peeking through the silky material.
His scrutiny had Imani ready to combust instantaneously. She bit her bottom lip forcing herself to remain calm.
Garrett continued to take his time studying her. It was like he had x-ray vision, especially when he paused at her core that was now completely drenched with her juices. Imani willed herself to stand completely still and watch him, watch her.
His head tilted slightly as his eyes explored lower, studying perfectly shaped legs. His gaze was like a soft caress.
Garrett took just as much time reexamining Imani as his eyes traveled slowly back up her body. He could get drunk just looking at her and couldn’t help but think that this woman was perfect. After what felt like an eternity, his gaze finally returned to hers. “You’re not going to make this easy.”
“No.” The corners of her lips quirked up as she walked a little closer. “As a matter of fact, I’d hoped to make it very hard.”
Garrett clenched his jaw. “You should turn around, go back to your room, and lock the door.”
Imani’s mouth was dry, but she managed to speak without her voice shaking. “What if I don’t want to? What if I want to take you up on your offer?” She moved closer. Close enough to smell the musky scent of his cologne.
“You were hurt today. This is probably not a good idea.”
“I’m sure it’s a very bad idea, but I feel fine.” Imani was still too far away. She closed the remaining gap between them until she was near enough to caress the side of his face.
Briefly, he closed his eyes and turned into the warmth of her touch then let out a low growl. “I’m attempting to do something I don’t often do.” Garrett’s knuckles had turned white from gripping the porch railing. Somehow, he had to force himself to keep his hands to himself.
Imani stood on tiptoe as her lips hovered close to his. She whispered, “What’s that?”
“The right thing.”
Imani didn’t move.
Garrett hoped she would both leave and stay. He stood motionless long enough to give her a chance to make up her mind. When it was clear she wasn’t going anywhere, he moved his hands from the railing, and placed it on her lower back, before pulling her soft body into his. His cock immediately twitched inside his jeans the moment their bodies touched.
Imani skimmed eager hands inside Garrett’s half opened, button-up shirt. She moved them across his broad chest, loving the feel of his skin against her fingertips before finally wrapping her arms around his neck.
Her touch set him on fire.
There was nothing gentle about the kiss. He pressed firm lips against soft ones, aggressively sliding them back and forth over Imani’s, using his teeth to nip at her bottom lip until she opened for him.
Imani did just that. Her lips parted, and Garrett thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth—searching and tasting. She threaded her fingers through his hair as their tongues wrestled together. No other kiss had ever come close to the intensity of this one.
He turned walking her back into a corner until she butted up against the railing, the perfect spot. It was just behind her parents’ mature trees. They couldn’t be seen by neighbors or anyone driving down the street, not that she cared. There would be no sneaking back upstairs to her room. It was going to happen right where they were.
Garrett lifted Imani off her feet perching her on the railing. Her legs parted, and he nestled in-between her thighs thrusting his denim-clad cock into her core.
Imani broke the kiss for just a moment and whispered into the darkness, “God, you feel so good.” Garrett recaptured her lips. It was like he couldn’t get enough.
She wrapped her legs around his waist wanting him to stretch her to the limit, clawing at his shirt until it fell to the ground. If only she could get those jeans undone.
Garrett drug his lips away from Imani’s leaving a trail of hot kisses down the side of her neck and shoulder. The little strap that was holding Imani’s gown had already fallen, exposing one plump breast. Her nipples were hard. Garrett didn’t think he’d ever seen anything that looked more delicious. He couldn’t help himself and pulled one tight bud into his mouth swirling it around his tongue and tasting her sweetness. He kneaded the other until he was ready to show it the same attention.
Imani was in heaven. She held his head against her breasts, threw her head back and moaned. Her body had a mind of its own as she rolled her hips onto his hardness. He met her thrust for thrust. By the time Garrett pulled the other
