Chapter 79: Don’t you want my body? [R18+]

Chapter 79: Chapter 79: Don’t you want my body? [R18+]

Something in Emiliana’s face changed but Garrett didnt bother to pick it what he noticed instead was the clothing She had on, she looked so sexy and innocent more than he had seen her before.

Emiliana stood in the doorway like she’d dressed for porn auction.

The dark trousers hugged her hips and thighs so tight they looked painted on, the kind of fit that made it almost impossible not to notice the long, smooth line of her legs and the way her ass curved just right when she shifted her weight.

The top was black, low-cut, and doing work that turned a regular Sunday morning into something dangerous – thin straps, a neckline that dipped low enough to show the swell of her tits, and fabric that clung to every breath she took.

She’d done her hair loose and a little messy, like she’d run her fingers through it on purpose, and the heels she wore made her legs look even longer.

Garrett leaned against the doorframe, coffee in his hand, and let his eyes drag over her slowly. "Well, damn," he said, voice low. "You look...good?"

Emiliana let out a little forced smile. She folded her arms under her chest, which only pushed her tits higher. "Do I?," she said, "This is a normal wear"

There it was.

Ryan took a slow sip of his coffee, watching her over the rim.

He set the mug down on the little entry table and stepped into her space, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to keep glaring at him.

"I wonder how Owen and the rest have been coping with ’this’ normal wear" he said, calm and even.

Her mouth opened, ready with another smart answer, but he didn’t let her get it out.

He reached up, cupped the side of her face with one hand, thumb brushing her bottom lip. "You really are one attractive damsel yunno" He leaned in until his mouth was right at her ear, voice dropping. "You showed up here dressed like you want something more than just checking up"

Emiliana’s breath hitched. Her eyes flickered, but she still tried to hold onto it. "I’m not – "

He shut her up with a kiss.

It wasn’t gentle.

He pulled her in by the waist, mouth crashing against hers, and she melted almost instantly – arms going around his neck, body pressing into him like she’d been waiting for exactly this.

Her lips parted and he took advantage, tongue sliding in, tasting the faint mint from her toothpaste and the heat she couldn’t hide.

She made a soft, needy sound against his mouth, fingers tightening in his hair, and Garrett smiled into the kiss because yeah, there she was. How the usually composed Emiliana turned into putty the second he decided to take control.

He walked her backward without breaking the kiss, hands sliding down her sides, feeling the way the tight trousers hugged her hips.

His fingers traced the waistband, then dipped lower, palming the curve of her ass before sliding between her thighs from the front.

The fabric was so thin he could feel the heat of her through it, the way she was already getting horny. He rubbed slow and firm, right over her clit, and Emiliana whimpered into his mouth, hips rolling against his hand like she couldn’t help it.

"See?" he murmured against her lips, not stopping the slow tease. "This is what you really came for. Not checkup."

She tried to argue, but it came out as a shaky breath when he pressed harder, two fingers stroking her through the trousers until the seam of the fabric was damp.

Her knees wobbled.

Emiliana caught her, spun her toward the Cedar table at the corner of the room, and lifted her onto it in one smooth motion.

The granite was cold under her thighs; he could tell by the little gasp she made. He stepped between her legs, spreading them wider, and kissed her again deeper, hungrier – while his hands roamed.

One hand stayed between her thighs, rubbing slow circles that had her squirming, the other slid up under her top, cupping one of her tits through the thin fabric.

She wasn’t wearing a bra. He could feel her nipple harden against his palm as he squeezed, thumb brushing back and forth until she arched into him, pushing her chest against his hand desperately.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, trying to pull him closer even though there was no space left.

"Garrett..." she breathed, voice wrecked already, forehead pressed to his. "Please... "

He kissed her neck, sucking lightly, then harder, one hand still working between her thighs while the other kneaded her tit, rolling the nipple just the way he knew made her crazy.

Her breathing was ragged now, little moans slipping out every time he rubbed her clit through the fabric.

The tight clothes made everything more intense – the way the trousers trapped his hand right where she needed it, the way her top rode up so he could see the soft skin of her stomach.

He could feel how close she was getting, the way her thighs started to tremble around him, how she kept grinding against his fingers like she’d die if he stopped.

So he stopped.

Garrett pulled his hands away completely, stepped back, and left her sitting there on the table – legs spread, chest heaving, lips swollen, top askew, a visible wet spot darkening the front of her trousers.

She looked wrecked. Beautiful and ready.

Emiliana blinked at him, dazed, mouth open like she couldn’t believe he’d actually pulled away. "What the...Garrett, you can’t just..."

He walked over to the couch, dropped down into it, and leaned back, one arm stretched along the back.

His eyes never left her. She was still perched on the table, breathing hard, thighs pressed together now like she was trying to chase the friction he’d taken away.

"I don’t feel comfortable doing this here."

"What do you mean, here?" she said, slight disappointment evident in her voice.

"This place. This room. This house," he replied, gesturing around the room.

"Garrett...What the hell?" She looked at him properly now. "You’ve done this twice already. It’s not fair. Don’t you want my body? What are you afraid of?"

"I want your body, Emiliana. I crave it, but my instincts don’t seem to be comfortable doing this with you here. I’m sorry."

"Don’t tell me that..." she blurted out. "What do you mean, ’I’m sorry’? Please, excuse me."

She turned and stormed out of the room.

"Emiliana, wait—"

Thud.

The door slammed violently behind her.