Biting her lip, she arched. Damn, he was good. "Garrett," she breathed again. He was good at making her not think. She could really only feel and she wanted him to feel too, wanted to feel him. His lips, his mouth, was hot, wet against her skin and she gasped, moaning as she arched beneath his lips. Fina loved him. God, she loved him, and not just for this.