{Hello, darlings! I hope you're enjoying Natalie and Garrett's story. I just wanted to let you know that in this chapter, there are sexy-sexy times.}
NATALIE HANOVER
"That does it, Garrett Hart," Susan roared as she marched into the living room. "I am here to film segments for the show—not to clean."
Natalie and Garrett broke apart and Natalie avoided her friend's stare.
Luckily, Susan hadn't finished reaming out Garrett. Natalie watched as Susan poked Garrett in the chest. "I've dusted and wiped and emptied trash and—" Susan gasped as she looked down at the finger embedded in Garrett's shirt. "And I've broken a nail."
"Thank God, or I'd be bleeding. Those things aren't nails, they're daggers," Garrett said.
"They're expensive, too," Susan said, "And you get to pay for the repair."
Natalie laughed when Susan put the fingernail in question under Garrett's nose. "I'm not sacrificing anymore of my nails so your house can be clean."
"Ed and Max haven't been complaining," Garrett observed.
"They're my crew, not yours, and I'm taking your free labor out for ice cream. You and Natalie can stay here and finish cleaning this war zone you call a house."
After delivering that announcement, Susan pivoted and yelled, "C'mon everyone, we're going for ice cream."
The kids and camera crew appeared in the living room so fast it seemed as if Susan had snapped her fingers and said, "Abracadabra."
With good-byes and relieved looks, the kids, Ed, and Max filed through the door.
"And don't expect us back for at least two hours," Susan said before sweeping out behind them.
Natalie heard the van's tires crunch over the gravel drive and then the sounds faded.
Heart pounding, she looked at Garrett, whose dark eyes gleamed.
His smile was almost predatory as he stepped forward, his hand outstretched. She placed her hand within his and a realization burst through her.
They were completely alone.
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GARRETT ANDERSON
Garrett pulled Natalie into the center of the living room and let go of her hand.
Confused, trembling with naked desire, she stared at him. He studied her with slow deliberation.
His gaze wandered down the curve of her neck to her aching breasts. Her nipples, hard and tingling, jutted against her shirt.
She clenched her hands into fists as he continued his perusal down to the vee of her thighs, then her legs. Even her feet didn't escape the heat of his gaze.
"You're so pretty" he said.
She had no words—couldn't find words to describe how she felt. Without touching her, he had made white hot passion flow through her. He stepped closer, his eyes on her face.
With his thumb, he pressed against the throbbing nub between her thighs. She gasped at the sudden touch and his uncanny accuracy. He stroked her for only a moment, then eased behind her. She felt his breath on her neck, knew his hands and mouth were only inches away.
"Touch me," she demanded.
"I will, honey," he whispered, "Believe me, I will."
His promise did nothing to tamp down the heat that enveloped her.
He lifted her hair and brushed his lips across her neck. Then his hands glided down her back to her bottom.
As he kneaded her flesh she pushed against him, reveling in the solidness of his body. She felt his arousal against her buttocks and she rubbed against him.
A thrill of feminine power shot through her when he groaned. His hands slid around her hips and trailed up her ribcage. She felt his fingers stroke the undersides of her breasts.
For a long moment they stood entwined. Garrett's fingers worked a sensual magic on her breasts with simple, small strokes. Then he cupped them fully; his palms pressed against her distended nipples.
"Close your eyes," he whispered.
She obeyed.
With her eyes shut, her only connection to the world was Garrett. He gently pinched her nipples, sending shards of exquisite pleasure echoing through her. Then she felt him back away.
He must have moved in front of her because seconds later, she felt him unbutton her shirt. The soft material caressed her shoulders as he pulled it down, then cool air hit her breasts and stomach.
Was he watching her? Did he want to touch her the way she wanted to touch him?
She wondered what his face looked like, wondered if he found her attractive.
"Garrett?" she whispered.
"Don't open your eyes," he said, "I want you to feel everything I'm going to do to you."
Then she felt his fingertips brush her back as he undid her bra. Her freed breasts ached to be touched.
However, Garrett didn't touch her with his hands again, instead she felt the warm wetness of his mouth as his lips closed over one nipple. She moaned and arched, offering him more.
His tongue laved her tingling flesh until she was gasping, her hands reaching until she found his shoulders. He released her breast and turned to the other one.
Once again, his mouth pleasured her until hunger coiled hot and tight in the center of her being.
His hands replaced his mouth, cupping them firmly, fingertips caressing the taut peaks.
"Look, Natalie," Garrett said, "Look at your passion."
Natalie opened her eyes and looked down. Garrett's brown hands were stark against the white of her breasts.
She fit him perfectly, her nipples responding to every touch. Fierce hunger swirled through her as she watched Garrett's tender attentions.
She realized he had taken off his shirt and she touched his chest. Whatever doubts she had about making love with Garrett disappeared. This felt so right. So good. The need he had awakened in her made her bold. She met his half-lidded gaze.
"And what about you?" she asked, touching his erection through the rough cloth of his shorts. She trailed a finger over the ridge. She felt him jerk under her fingers and smiled. She unzipped his shorts and slipped her hand inside.
She pressed closer, forcing his hands to drop from her breasts, and rubbed against his chest.
Leaning forward, she nibbled his shoulder, trailing her lips up his neck.
Then she sprinkled kisses across his chest, flicking her tongue against one of his flat nipples. It pebbled against her lips and she lightly nipped him.
"Natalie?"
"Hmmm?"
"I want this to be a beautiful experience for you."
She licked his nipple again and wrapped her fingers around his erection. "Okay," she murmured. God, he felt so good. His length filled her palm, jerking against her stroking fingers.
When she encircled the tip of his erection with one finger, his body shuddered.
"Natalie?" His voice sounded choked.
She glanced up at him. "Hmmm?"
"It'll be more quick than beautiful if you don't stop."