Garrett moved up the bed so that he rested with his back against the headboard. Using his strong hands and arms, he lifted her up and over his body, allowing her to straddle him.
"It's just us here," he told her again. "You do what you want to do."
That was the problem, what did she want to do? Never before had she been trusted with a man who did the types of things he did to her. Hell, looking at him now, he caused her stomach to flip and her hands to shake.
"I don't know what I want to do," she admitted. The words caused her face to redden with embarrassment. Who wouldn't know what to do with the man who lay in front of her?
He reached his hand up to the neckline of her tank top and pulled on it lightly. "I know what I want to do."
"Do it." She bit her bottom lip, wanting him to t
