Page 39 of Heart Like Yours
“I know trust isn’t something you just hand out, and I will do everything and anything you ask in order to earn your trust. But for now”—I brush her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear and reveling at the way she shivers against me—“let me start by worshiping you the way you deserve.”
PAIGE
“Let me start by worshiping you the way you deserve.”
Warmth unlike anything I’ve ever felt courses through my body as I stare down into Garrett’s pleading eyes. My entire body hums with desire so electric that all I can do is give in.
This is a man who has made it known more than once how he feels about me, not once changing his mind or being put off by my reservations. Today, he was a silent support, getting a glimpse of me and my life that only Lilly has seen, and proceeded to open up in return.
The logical side of my mind still screams that he’s my business partner now. Another voice screams that everyone will assume the worst about how I got this position.
“What’s holding you back?” Garrett asks softly before continuing his torturous kisses down the length of my neck. It’s nearly impossible to think straight with his lips on me, but I somehow manage to mutter an answer.
“People at work will think I only got this job because I slept with you.” I place my hands on his shoulders, my fears rearing their heads, and push him back slightly so I can look at him. “This job is everything I was looking for. Aside from everythingthat happened today, I’m happy. Or at least I am in regards to work.”
I stare past him and sigh, knowing I should stop things now before we do something we can’t undo, but Garrett’s arm around my waist remains steady.
“You don’t have to pick and choose what parts of your life get to be good. You earned this position. Anyone who has worked with you can see that. But you also deserve to be happy when it comes to the rest of your personal life.” He pauses, capturing my chin between his thumb and fingers. “And if anyone has shit to say about you doing what makes you happy, I’ll deal with them myself.”
Laughter bubbles out and I shake my head at him. “That was corny.”
“Maybe so,” he states, tracing over my bottom lip. “But it’s true. Your happiness is all I want.”
His words hit their mark, the reverence in his tone shooting straight to my deepest insecurities and comforting them. For just one second, I consider his words.
After all the shit I’ve been through, why do I have to pick and choose which parts of my life are good? Isn’t everyone’s goal in life to enjoy everything they do, to surround themselves with people who bring out the absolute best in them?
Is it really such a bad thing if Garrett just happens to be able to give me all of that?
My eyes drop to his lips, and even though my fears still linger close by, with him this close, it’s easy to shove them aside. Tentatively, I close the distance between us. The moment our lips touch again, everything else flies out the window. All I can do is surrender to the way Garrett makes me feel.
With his hold steady around my lower back, he rearranges us. Without breaking our kiss, Garrett lifts me off his lap and rolls us until he’s hovering above me, his hips nestled betweenmy thighs. I wrap my legs around him, digging my heels into his delectable ass, and hold him in place.
He’s everywhere, consuming every single one of my thoughts and senses.
I grate my hips, shamelessly rubbing myself against his hard length and breaking away from his lips with a gasp. Glancing between us, my jaw drops at the outline in his pants.
“Holy shit. I really hope you know how to use that thing,” I mumble, my cheeks and neck flushing at the thought of him trying to fit inside me.
Garrett chuckles against my shoulder, causing me to squirm beneath him with a breathy gasp. With his free hand, he reaches up and shoves the strap of my tank top out of his way. Both of us freeze at the sound of fabric ripping. He pushes up, staring down at my shoulder with a frown.
“I didn’t mean to do that.” He bends down, kissing the spot where the strap once was. “I’ll replace them.”
I laugh, finding the hem of his shirt and pushing it up, then run my hands up his muscular back. “It’s fine. I got it off the clearance rack two years ago.”
His brows scrunch together as he finally looks at me. “But you look so good in them.”
My cheeks burn at the intensity of his stare and I shrug. “Then I’ll find some more. You don’t need to spend your money on me over a pajama set that cost me ten dollars.”
“Money isn’t my concern. I’m more than set in that department.” He pauses and shakes his head before focusing back on his task of removing my shirt. “My concern is never seeing you in this delicious set again.” He kisses the top of my now exposed breast. “Fuck, I’ll buy you one for every day of the week.”
“If you think I look good in this outfit,” I say between pants as he exposes more of my skin, “you should see me out of it.” Idon’t know where the brazen comment comes from. In any of my past experiences, I’ve always made sure the lights are out or that we’re both so trashed, my partner doesn’t think about looking at me.
But for the first time that I can remember, I want someone to look at me. I wantGarrettto look at me. Earlier, he had made a comment about earning my trust. However, I’m starting to think I gave that to him a long time ago without ever knowing.
Garrett laughs, his whole body shaking and causing his cock to rub against my aching core. He pushes to his knees, and I immediately miss the weight of him on top of me.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Garrett reaches for the waistband of my shorts, fingers hooking into my underwear as well, and before I can move to help, he’s already sliding them off my ankles.