her eyes, feeling him lean into her as he whispered in her ear.
“I do,” she said.
“Say it. I want to hear ye say it.”
There was such need in his voice, this soft ache that played under the gravelly texture of the sound.
Georgia took a deep shaking breath, almost terrified of the words herself. “I want you, Garrett.”
He straightened, meeting her gaze, his nose touched to hers. They both inhaled, as though they might breathe the other in.
“Say it again,” he demanded.
She planted a hand onto the table behind her, pushing books aside as Garrett leaned into her. By now, there was a pulsing ache between her legs so intense it was becoming near painful.
She swallowed. “I need you.”
He shoved the books off the table and planted his mouth on hers, devouring her as his hand ran up the outside of her thigh. Her legs shook at the touch.
The sound of laughter startled her from his lips. She turned toward the sound, finding the wide windows of the shop, glowing gold from the street lamps overhead. A small crowd of people were passing by outside
Her eyes darted upward, realizing the book shop was still fully lit. “Oh god, they could see us.”
Garrett scooped his hands under her knees and yanked her toward the end of the long table, pulling her legs up with enough strength to force her onto her back. She squealed at him, turning frantically to look at the store front. She was on her back now, most of her prone body hidden by the bookshelves toward the front of the store. Still, she could see the window down the central aisle; her face would be visible to passersby, and Garrett’s upper body certainly would be, too.
God, what if someone sees?
She felt the soft grazes at her thigh, then her hip, and suddenly her underwear were sliding from beneath her backside. She scrambled to grab his hands, and he stopped, her black underwear now stretched across her bare thighs.
My god, this is really happening!
“Do ye want me tae stop?” He asked.
She pursed her lips, her heart racing. Did she? Did she want this complete stranger whose touch made her body hum like a tuning fork to stop? “No. I just -”
He ran a hand down her calf, propping her leg over his shoulder. “What’s the matter?”
She took a breath. “It’s just that – I haven’t done this in a really long time.”
He chuckled. “Well then, I’ll no feel so bad. That makes two of us.”
“Really?”
“Aye. It’s been a good long while. I apologize for takin it out on ye,” he said, and winked. Then he tugged her underwear down the rest of her legs and tossed them to the floor.
“What if someone sees us?”
He hooked his hands into her hips, pulled her to the very edge of the table, letting her ass slam into him. She could feel him hard under the fabric of his jeans.
“Ah, all they’ll be able tae see is your face. Just pretend you’re sleeping. You’ll be fine.”
With that, he tore her legs apart and dropped his mouth to her aching sex, giving her no time to protest or prepare. His mouth was warm, his tongue slick and firm, and he attacked her with a fervor she’d never experienced before. She screamed in shock, only to feel him chuckling from between her legs.
“Oh, they’ll have definitely heard that,” he said.
“Oh my god!”
“Woman! It’s called acting. Pretend I’m no even here.”
She laughed and shrieked as he returned to her, pressing into her with his open mouth. She reached down, running her fingernails across his scalp. He hummed his approval, and she began to move beneath him, letting her hips rock as she showed him her rhythm. He responded instantly, meeting the sway of her hips with the pressure of his whole mouth, the quick darting of his tongue. He slid a hand up under her dress, running his palm across her stomach. She shivered at the touch, meeting his hand with her own. He quickly intertwined his fingers with hers.
She’d managed to keep her moans to a quiet constant, but he still drew
“I do,” she said.
“Say it. I want to hear ye say it.”
There was such need in his voice, this soft ache that played under the gravelly texture of the sound.
Georgia took a deep shaking breath, almost terrified of the words herself. “I want you, Garrett.”
He straightened, meeting her gaze, his nose touched to hers. They both inhaled, as though they might breathe the other in.
“Say it again,” he demanded.
She planted a hand onto the table behind her, pushing books aside as Garrett leaned into her. By now, there was a pulsing ache between her legs so intense it was becoming near painful.
She swallowed. “I need you.”
He shoved the books off the table and planted his mouth on hers, devouring her as his hand ran up the outside of her thigh. Her legs shook at the touch.
The sound of laughter startled her from his lips. She turned toward the sound, finding the wide windows of the shop, glowing gold from the street lamps overhead. A small crowd of people were passing by outside
Her eyes darted upward, realizing the book shop was still fully lit. “Oh god, they could see us.”
Garrett scooped his hands under her knees and yanked her toward the end of the long table, pulling her legs up with enough strength to force her onto her back. She squealed at him, turning frantically to look at the store front. She was on her back now, most of her prone body hidden by the bookshelves toward the front of the store. Still, she could see the window down the central aisle; her face would be visible to passersby, and Garrett’s upper body certainly would be, too.
God, what if someone sees?
She felt the soft grazes at her thigh, then her hip, and suddenly her underwear were sliding from beneath her backside. She scrambled to grab his hands, and he stopped, her black underwear now stretched across her bare thighs.
My god, this is really happening!
“Do ye want me tae stop?” He asked.
She pursed her lips, her heart racing. Did she? Did she want this complete stranger whose touch made her body hum like a tuning fork to stop? “No. I just -”
He ran a hand down her calf, propping her leg over his shoulder. “What’s the matter?”
She took a breath. “It’s just that – I haven’t done this in a really long time.”
He chuckled. “Well then, I’ll no feel so bad. That makes two of us.”
“Really?”
“Aye. It’s been a good long while. I apologize for takin it out on ye,” he said, and winked. Then he tugged her underwear down the rest of her legs and tossed them to the floor.
“What if someone sees us?”
He hooked his hands into her hips, pulled her to the very edge of the table, letting her ass slam into him. She could feel him hard under the fabric of his jeans.
“Ah, all they’ll be able tae see is your face. Just pretend you’re sleeping. You’ll be fine.”
With that, he tore her legs apart and dropped his mouth to her aching sex, giving her no time to protest or prepare. His mouth was warm, his tongue slick and firm, and he attacked her with a fervor she’d never experienced before. She screamed in shock, only to feel him chuckling from between her legs.
“Oh, they’ll have definitely heard that,” he said.
“Oh my god!”
“Woman! It’s called acting. Pretend I’m no even here.”
She laughed and shrieked as he returned to her, pressing into her with his open mouth. She reached down, running her fingernails across his scalp. He hummed his approval, and she began to move beneath him, letting her hips rock as she showed him her rhythm. He responded instantly, meeting the sway of her hips with the pressure of his whole mouth, the quick darting of his tongue. He slid a hand up under her dress, running his palm across her stomach. She shivered at the touch, meeting his hand with her own. He quickly intertwined his fingers with hers.
She’d managed to keep her moans to a quiet constant, but he still drew
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