For the first time since the accident, Brooke
forgot about her leg. Forgot about all she'd lost and
focused on the way Garrett made her feel.
She knew she needed to stop him. She should find a
way to resist the temptation to be with him. But for a few
minutes, she could enjoy the taste of him, the feel of him,
couldn't she?
He dropped his hands to her waist and softened the
kiss before trailing a line of kisses down her neck. A weak
cry slipped from her mouth. "Garrett," she whispered.
She should stop this now before it got any more
intense.
He lifted her chin and forced her to meet his brown
eyes, smoky with desire. Heat spiraled to her middle and
she caught a whiff of his sawdust scent.
"I...I can walk you back to your own room before I
head to mine." His voice broke as he whispered.
She swallowed hard. She couldn't do this right now
with him. Too many obstacles stood in their way. But as she
looked in his somber eyes, she realized none of those
complications were bigger than her need for Garrett.
"Let's go to your room," she said, her voice
shaking. She moved her hands inside his shirt and ran them
over his tight abs and chest. Heat soared through her body
at the feel of him. "Together..."