“I wonder what you have on under here,” he contemplates as his hands move to the hem of my shirt. Lifting the material over my head, I go momentarily blind, but I don’t miss the hum of approval in the back of his throat.

“Pink silk. Breathtaking,” he murmurs as he tosses my shirt to the floor. When I blink my eyes back open, I find him looking in hunger at my breasts. His eyes glitter with appreciation and his hand comes up so that he can drag his knuckles over the swells. Electric pulses radiate from my skin as he touches me.

Dragging his hand down, he grazes over one of my nipples and I gasp from the shock of his touch. I can actually feel my skin pucker and tighten from that light brush.

I watch Garrett watching his own hand as he touches me. He skims the back of his hand over my breast and down to my stomach…all the way down until he reaches the button on my shorts. My pulse is racing and my breathing starts to go shallow in anticipation of his next move.

I fully expect him to divest me of my shorts, but he keeps traveling south until he turns his wrist and slips his hand right between my legs. He cups me gently, digging the heel of his palm in just a tad. “So warm,” he murmurs.

My breath rushes out from between my lips and I suck a shaky one back in. His movements are so slow…so deliberate and gentle. Not what I expected from this big, dynamic man standing in front of me.

With this hand resting between my legs, Garrett leans in and gives me a slow, open-mouthed kiss that I feel all the way down to my toes. But it’s brief, and he pulls his hand away along with his lips. Stepping back from me a foot, he takes his own shirt over his head and drops it to the floor.

My mouth goes dry over the physical perfection standing before me. Yeah…he’s a professional athlete and all, but damn. The man is rock-solid, with rolling peaks and valleys of muscles that my fingers itch to touch. The word Strength is tattooed over his right rib cage in big, dark gothic letters, and that is an apt word to describe him. He has tribal tattoos over his right shoulder and the outer edge of his biceps.

Garrett’s hands go to the button of his jeans, and my hands involuntarily come up to unsnap my own.

“Don’t,” Garrett commands as he watches me. A playful smile comes to his lips. “I’m going to finish doing that, but I want to get my clothes off first. I don’t want anything stopping me once I get started with you.”

Oh, jeez. My knees wobble over the thought of what he’s going to do to me. But I do as he asks and let my hands lower. I watch as he squats down to untie the laces of his boots, then as he stands back up to kick them off. Even watching as he pulls his socks off is sexy as hell for some reason, because the man moves with confidence and grace. Just like I know he does on the ice.

Then I get all twitchy as Garrett finally pops the button on his jeans and lowers his zipper. I’ve gotten a good idea of what lies beneath, because I can see it bulging nicely against the denim and I had my fingers curled briefly around it not long ago.

But nothing prepares me as he reaches into the opening and pulls his cock free of the zipper…giving a smooth stroke with his palm before he releases it and pushes his jeans the rest of the way off. Bending over, he quickly grabs his wallet out of the back pocket and pulls a condom out. He tosses it on the bed and drops his wallet to the floor without a backward glance.

“I like having your eyes on me,” Garrett says, and my eyes snap up to meet his gaze. I swear I can feel electricity snapping and crackling in the air between us, and his look is so sensual, I almost feel like there’s a magnet that wants to pull me across the brief expanse of carpet to him. I want to press up against him tight and rub myself over every inch of his skin. I want to touch him…squeeze and stroke, and, damn…even my mouth waters with thinking about taking him in my mouth.

“God, I’d love to know what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours,” Garrett mutters as he steps up to me and his fingers go to the button at my shorts once more. “The look on your face right now…as you look at me.”

“I just…you’re just…your body is just stunning,” I stutter out hesitantly.

His lips curve upward and I see a flash of teeth before he leans down and kisses me softly. When he pulls back, he says, “You’re the one that’s stunning, Olivia. I can’t wait to see if you taste as good as you look.”

A tiny groan pops out of my mouth, and Garrett chuckles as he opens up the fly on my shorts and starts to push the material past my hips. He squats down before me and my hands come up to rest on his shoulders while he has me lift one leg after another to get the shorts off me.

As Garrett stands up, his arms come up around the backs of my legs, wrapping tight under my ass, and he lifts me up into his arms. My legs automatically wrap around his waist, even as he starts kissing me again.

Deep…mouths open, tongues searching again. His kiss is sizzling hot as he alternates between leisurely swipes of his tongue and tiny nibbles against my lips. Spinning toward the bed, I can feel him raise a leg up and then we are both lowering to the mattress…all the way down until he’s lying hot and heavy between my legs.

Garrett continues to kiss me…on my mouth, my jaw, my neck…and I can’t help when I flex my hips upward, grinding myself against him. Groaning, he pulls up from my mouth and peers down at me. His jawline is hard, the muscles in his neck corded tight as he supports his weight above me with his arms.

“You drive me crazy,” he says with his teeth clenched. “No regrets tomorrow…right?”