His face, which lay in the shadows, gave him the unfamiliar look of a stranger. Yet, something inside her recognized him and demanded so much more. He was the man of her dreams, the only one she made love to in her fantasies. “Garrett.” She rubbed her lips along his jawline and decided to have him without regrets. “Please make love to me.” His fingers curled around the lapel of the shirt she wore, and he yanked the fabric apart. Buttons pinged off the wood floor seconds before she was thrown off-balance and fell onto his bed. Clinging to his biceps, she tumbled with him across the mattress. The free-fall into sensual bliss had her gasping for air. At his mercy, he raked his hands over her body, tugging, pulling, stripping away every scrap of clothing until she lay breathless and naked beneath him. Sensation ruled, and reason vanished. Floundering, she wrapped her hands over his shoulders. “Wait.” “I can’t,” he groaned. His mouth covered her breast. The intense, wet heat scorched her.
