Garrett by Sawyer Bennett Read Free Book Online Page B

with little purple grape clusters hanging at each joint.
    “My sister would love something like this. Can I buy one from your mom?”
    Smiling, I reach my own finger out and gently run it down one of the links. “This is a one-of-a-kind, but I’m sure she can do something similar.”
    “So what does your mom do besides design jewelry?”
    I give a light laugh and tell him, “She’s a massage therapist. At least for now. She changes careers as often as the seasons.”
    Garrett smiles and then turns my hand over in his to look at the rest of the bracelet but gasps when he sees my wrist.
    “Jesus, Olivia. What happened?” he asks as he stares at the deep purple bruise about the size of a quarter. It looks hideous, and I’m embarrassed he’s seen it.
    Carefully pulling my hand free of his, I turn my wrist away and say, “Just banged it on my bathroom faucet the other day. It’s no biggie. Doesn’t even hurt.”
    “It looks like it would hurt like a bitch. I’ve had bruises like that after getting hit with a slap shot, and let me tell you, they hurt like a mother.”
    Dr. Yoffman today had made note of the fact that I was bruising easily, examining the dark mark on my wrist and another I had on my hip when I practically just grazed it against the corner of my dresser. He said he suspected I was anemic, but the blood work would confirm that.
    “Well, this one doesn’t hurt,” I tell him as I walk toward the door. When I reach it, I grab ahold of the knob and turn to face him. “Just looks ugly. Now, what’s on the agenda tonight?”
    Garrett follows me and then steps in close…really close to me…and backs me right up into the door until I’m forced to let go of the knob and my shoulder blades are pressing against the cool wood. He cages me in by placing his palms beside my head and peers down at me. “Well…you said no sex tonight, so I tried to think of something that would be at least half as entertaining. And…since you said you like dirty jokes, I thought we’d take in a comedy show, if that’s all right with you.”
    I can’t help the grin that comes to my lips. “That sounds awesome. I’ve never been to one before.”
    “Excellent,” he says as his gaze drops down to my lips. “But I think we should start the date off right, don’t you?”
    “Oh, yeah?” I ask him in a husky voice, my body tightening with anticipation. “What did you have in mind?”
    “I’m thinking we need to pay homage to your Irish roots,” he murmurs as he leans in closer, his lips hovering just above mine.
    “They’ve been feeling neglected as of late,” I agree softly, swiping my tongue over my lower lip, which is already tingling in anticipation.
    Garrett presses his mouth against mine and I open up to him slowly. He tastes like cinnamon and mint, and I don’t hesitate one second, pushing my tongue into his mouth to take a swipe against his. My hands immediately come up to wrap around his neck, and with a slight rumble in his chest, his arms come around my waist to pull me in closer to his body. He kisses me deeply…erotically, and the blood starts pounding in my head. Our tongues move against each other and I have to fight for control of my body not to press all the way in against him. Our heads naturally angle in opposition to allow more contact…more penetration.
    Mouth, lips, teeth, and tongue. My hands gripping his hair, his fingers digging into my waist. Oh, my God, what a kiss, and suddenly I want to drag him into my bedroom and demand he continue. At the moment, all of Stevie’s preachings today seem like a damn good idea.
    Regretfully, Garrett pulls his mouth away with a sigh, but not before taking a swift bite at my lower lip. He grabs it with his teeth, gives a soft moan that hums along my moistened skin, and then lets it go. Pleasurable pinpricks caress over the area his teeth were just embedded in, and I reluctantly let go of his hair.
    Taking a step back from me, Garrett’s face is flushed