Gah…so fucking frustrating.

But I’m done with that. As soon as he shows up tonight, I’m attacking him, and if he tries to put me off, there’s going to be holy hell to pay.

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Garrett knocks on the door, but I don’t get up from the bed. Instead, I smile to myself and hold firm onto my patience. He only knocks once more before I hear the door open and him call out, “Olivia?”

“I’m back here…in the bedroom,” I call back.

I’m not prepared for the sound of Garrett crashing down the hallway. He hurls himself through my door, eyes wild. “Are you okay?”

He takes one look at me and his jaw drops. The fear on his face melts away and his eyes go hot with lust.

That’s because I’m lying naked on the bed with one hand on my breast and the other between my legs. I even have my hair in the braids that he so adores. Giving him a sultry smile, I say, “I’m fine. More than fine, I’d say.”

“What are you doing?” he croaks uncertainly, even as his eyes roam all over me. I feel a flash of feminine power when his tongue comes out to swipe at his lower lip.

“You know what I’m doing,” I purr at him. “Getting myself ready for you.”

For a split second, I think he might attack. It’s what I want…what I need. His hands open and close, fisting hard, and he actually takes one tiny step toward me. But then his jaw tightens and he stops. “Um…I thought we’d go out to dinner. I’m starved. So, why don’t you get dressed and we’ll go get something to eat. And maybe later…if you’re not too tired—”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I snarl at Garrett as I partially sit up on the bed, supporting myself on my elbows. “I’m not tired, I’m not sick, and I don’t need you to be careful with me. I’m horny as hell and I need you to get over here and do something about it.”

Garrett blinks at me…eyes as wide and round as an owl’s. Indecision masks his face, so I decide to help move him along.

“Do you not find me attractive?” I murmur.

His eyes soften and he tilts his head. “You know I do. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Don’t you want me the way I want you?” I ask, lying back down and sliding my hand down my stomach.

He doesn’t respond, but his eyes latch on to my movement, watching my hand’s descent intently. I reach the promised land and start moving my fingers in a gentle circle. Damn, that feels good, but I’d rather have Garrett’s hand there. He swallows hard and watches me play with myself.

My breath puffs out and I reach up to pinch a nipple with my free hand. “Mmmm,” I moan softly.

“Christ,” Garrett mutters as he takes a step toward me, never taking his eyes off my body.

“I’m only going to say this once, Garrett, so please listen carefully.”

His eyes snap up to mine and my breath hitches from the unbridled lust I see in his gaze. He looks dangerous…which is exactly what I wanted to achieve.

“We are done with you treating me so carefully. I am fine…healthy…and I’m horny.” I pull my hand from between my legs and reach under my pillow to pull out the condom I had tucked under there a bit ago. I fling it at him and it hits him square in the chest. He bobbles it, but then manages to keep hold of it. “Now…I demand you put that thing to use, and I demand you do it hard…rough…completely out of control. I need it that way, and you’re just the man to give it to me.”

Garrett’s lips curve upward slightly and he stalks to the edge of the bed. I glance down his body and see his cock is pushing hard against his jeans, so I know my words and actions have affected him nicely. I know without a doubt he most definitely still wants me.

“You want it hard?” he asks in a low rumble that causes my pulse to skyrocket.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I want it all.”

Rubbing his thumb over the silver foil of the condom thoughtfully, he asks, “But are you ready?”

“See for yourself,” I challenge him.

His eyes flash nuclear, then darken, and his smile turns sinful. His hand shoots out straight between my legs and he cups me gently. I hold my breath, feeling the pounding of my heartbeat like a bass drum. Garrett drags his fingers up my center, then slides two fingers inside me.

I release my breath in a massive gust and push my hips up…urging him on further.

“You are most definitely ready,” he murmurs in affirmation as he watches his own fingers moving within me. “So wet for me.”

“Because I’ve missed you,” I tell him, and his gaze swivels toward mine.

“I’ve missed you too,” he says gruffly. “Missed being buried deep inside of you.”

“Let’s rectify that,” I whisper.

Garrett leans over the bed, resting each of his hands at the side of my head. He lowers down and presses his mouth to mine, giving me a soft kiss that is intensely moving. I sigh with happiness.

Inching his hands inward, Garrett wraps his fingers around each braid…right at the base close to my head. He pulls away from my lips, lifting straight up and pulling on my braids at the same time. My upper body has no choice but to follow, and I relish the slight sting to my scalp. He pulls me right to the edge of the bed until I’m in a kneeling position before him.

Releasing his hold on me, he places the condom against my chest and I automatically reach to grab it from him.