Chapter 7
Delia couldn’t break away from Garrett’s navy gaze, his eyes like hot embers on her. Her breath was ragged, and she was feverish with need. Garrett stood before her, his arms braced on the desk on either side of her. The sight of his bare chest sent her pulse up another notch. He was pure muscle, his arms bulging, his chest and abs etched from stone. Somewhere along the way in these heated moments, she’d torn his jeans open and shoved them down his hips. A pair of fitted black briefs didn’t hide his bulging arousal.
The practical corner of her mind tried to assert itself. Are you out of your mind? You’re sitting here almost n***d and about to have s*x for the first time in six years, and you’re not even thinking about stopping! Do you remember what happened last time you didn’t
