Page 52 of Pretty Relentless

The master bedroom is a nice-sized room with two big windows on the back wall that face the timber behind me. I love to keep the window shades open during the day to enjoy the view and let in the natural light, but now that it’s dark, they’ll need to be closed before I get ready for bed.

I take in the space, trying to put myself in Gavin’s shoes. There’s plenty of room to move around. My queen-sized bed is positioned against one wall, while my dresser and standing jewelry box I received following my mother’s passing areopposite. I do most of my reading in the living room, but I do have an old rocking chair that belonged to my grandma in the corner, along with a small table with a reading lamp and a couple of books.

“This suits you.”

I glance around. “How so?”

He steps forward until he’s directly in front of my bed before he turns around and looks at me. I’m very much aware of the fact we’re inside my bedroom, so close to my bed, my body starting to hum with desire. I feel my nipples pebble against my bra, and a low tingle starts to swirl between my legs. My breathing quickens into short little pants and my head feels like I’m floating. Memories of that kiss from last Friday night flash through my mind, and all I want to do is repeat it.

“Well, it’s relaxing and inviting, with the tans and soft pinks. There’s a mix of newer pieces of furniture, as well as a few things that are most likely sentimental items you’ll never part with. You have a few throw pillows to add comfort, but not so many they overwhelm the bed, and the carpet is thick and plush, just like the socks you tend to wear on your feet. It’s welcoming and very…you.”

My throat goes dry at the thought ofwelcomingGavin into my bedroom. Not because I don’t want him here, but simply because I do. Having him standing beside my bed makes me picture things I have no business imagining, yet can’t seem to stop myself. I see him standing here at the end of a long day, climbing beneath the covers, and snuggling up against me as I drift off to sleep.

That’srelaxing.

The thought of him being here.

With me.

My feet move before I can even reconsider. I stop when I’m directly in front of him, our socked feet toe to toe. He doesn’tmove a muscle, just watches me, waiting for me to make the first move.

So I do.

Going up on my tiptoes, I press my lips against his. It’s not the light brush of our lips from last Friday, but one packed with heat and hope. Wrapping my hands around his arms, I lean into his chest just as his arms snake around me. His hands sit low on my back as his tongue slips across the seam of my lips. My mouth opens, granting him access. His tongue slides against mine, taking the lead in this incredible dance we seem to engage in.

Hesitantly, I move my hands. They glide up his back, around his shoulders, and to his neck. My fingers dive into his hair as I crush my chest against his. I ignore the ache in my feet as I climb higher, to get closer.

More.

I don’t even realize I’m moving backward until I gently meet the wall. His hands dive down to my rear. Long, firm fingers grip the globes of my butt, gently squeezing moments before he lifts. A yelp of surprise erupts from my mouth, and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist.

With my back against the wall and his strong arms helping hold me in place, he deepens the kiss. Tongues duel, lips nip at lips. When he sucks on my tongue, I almost orgasm right here, right now, my body pressed firmly against his. I can feel the firmness and thickness of his erection between my legs, and while that might usually embarrass me, I don’t give it a thought. Instead, all I want to do is grind against him until I explode like a bomb.

I’ve had sex. I may not be super experienced, since I spent my college years actually learning instead of partying and sleeping around, but I’m not unfamiliar with desire. But anydesire I’ve felt in the last fifteen years has paled in comparison to how I feel right now. My body is hot, tingly, and craving more.

His touch.

His mouth.

His ability to make me feel wild and free.

For the first time in I don’t even know how long, I want to experience everything I didn’t even realize I was missing in my life.

And I want it with Gavin.

He kneads my butt with his big hands and my hips rock forward. The only air in the room is what we share. What he breathes, I breathe. This kiss is ravenous, desperate, natural.

Ours.

And I never want it to end.

A soft meow breaks the moment. “There’s something brushing against my leg,” he murmurs.

“Tabitha. She’s very jealous, but I’m not sure why. Half the time, I don’t think she likes me.”

He gives me a lazy smile. One that makes it hard to catch my breath. I’m not exactly sure if it’s from the epic kiss or the way he makes me feel when he grins at me like that. His hazel eyes brim with the desire conveyed, and all I want to do is kiss him again. By the feel of his erection pressed firmly against my core, I think he’d be game for it too.

But that’s not what happens.

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