36
HALEY
I sprawled on my back, my limbs tingling from my c****x, but I was far from sated. My core ached to be filled.
With nothing between us.
Biting on my lower lip, I soaked in the man I loved sitting up in a ripple of muscle over his torso. I’d come so damn hard that I’d creamed all over the front of his shorts. He rolled and shifted, shoving them off his body.
He’d gone commando.
And f*****g hell, my mouth watered over the memory of his taste. “Want it,” I strangled the whisper, my gaze locked on his stiff d**k, my fingers fluttering with a gimme gesture.
Garrett chuckled and crawled toward me. He grabbed one of my ankles and pulled, moving me sideways across the bed. Settling between my spread legs kept his c**k out of my hands.
Our gazes caught, and only our heavy breaths
