Page 58 of Pretty Relentless

Gavin.

I want Gavin.

Despite the fact I’m his daughter’s teacher. Despite the fact I have rules that have always kept me moving forward and between the lines my entire life. Despite the fact I’ve tried to fight my attraction to him.

I’m tired of pretending.

I’m tired of taking it slow.

I. Want. Gavin.

The kiss is powerful. It’s consuming, intoxicating, and everything a kiss should be. My hands dive into his hair, and as his tongue delves into my mouth, caressing my own, all I can do is hang on and enjoy the ride. Gavin can kiss. My word, he’s potent and pure sex. He makes me want to do things I’ve never done—feelthings I’ve never felt. And the wild part is, I’m not scared.

I mean, I am, but not of him.

Never of him.

His large, rough hands gently slide under my sweatshirt and caress my back. But they don’t stop there, I’m very much aware of the fact they’re moving to my side. The right one keeps going around to my front. My grip on his brown hair tightensas his fingers dance across the bottom of my simple cotton bra. Then, those long fingers swipe across my hard nipple, and I almost detonate like a bomb.

My blood is swooshing through my veins, reckless and uninhibited. I’ve never felt as alive, as desired as I do right now. His erection is pressed firmly against my core, hard and ready, and my hips automatically rock against it, needing more.

“Gavin,” I groan his name, a plea dripping from my lips.

“Take what you need, Ava,” he murmurs, his words so heady and full of his own desire.

My body moves, chasing the need for release. He slides his tongue against mine, in and out of my mouth, mimicking sex to the same rhythm as his hips. Pleasure floods my entire body, my mind does nothing but focus on the way he makes me feel. Through my bra, he rolls my nipple between his index finger and thumb, and the wave of euphoria is almost too much. Especially when he grinds his hard length through my jeans against my clit.

Squeezing my eyes closed, I try to fight the onslaught of rapture, but it’s no use. Not when he seems hell-bent on making me come right here, right now.

“Let go, beautiful,” he murmurs against my lips.

The fierceness, the determination in his voice, paired with the expert manipulation of his hands, mouth, and groin, is enough to send me over the edge. I’m flying, riding the waves of my release, crying out his name as my hips rock against him. I can feel him tense beneath me, his hands pausing, fingers flexing.

Leaning forward, I rest my face against his headrest as the embarrassment starts to replace the bliss.Did that really just happen?Sitting in my driveway, in his truck?

“Ava,” he murmurs, turning his head into my neck. “Look at me.”

After a few breaths, I answer, “I’m not sure I want to.”

He kisses my face and shifts me until we’re looking at each other again. “Why are you embarrassed?” he asks, gently reaching up and caressing my cheek.

“Umm, well, that was…notsomething I’ve done before. Ever.” I wait for the laughter, the smile, something. I’m a little on the inexperienced side when it comes to sex. I’vehadsex before, just not a lot.

He doesn’t react the way I expect though. There’s confusion in his eyes, but the hazel orbs are void of humor. “And that makes you embarrassed?”

I shrug, knowing this discussion has been coming, but feeling uncomfortable having it nonetheless. “Yeah. I mean, I’ve had sex and orgasms. Most of them done by my own hands,” I state, watching as his eyes suddenly darken with desire and his cock starts to get hard once more.

“We’re going to come back to that, because I definitely want to watch,” he says before clearing his throat. “And as far as the other, you have no reason to be ashamed. If something felt good and we were both into it, what’s to be embarrassed about? I know I’m not.”

I wiggle, which causes his half-mast erection to jolt in excitement. “Sorry.”

His grin is wolfish. “I’ve had that problem since last summer when I saw you at the bar. You were celebrating Hallie’s birthday and wearing that amazing red dress.”

My mouth might fall open just a bit. “You remember what I was wearing?”

“Of course I do. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. And I hope this confession doesn’t make me sound too much like a horny dog, but I jacked off for a week straight with those images of you in that dress.”

My face flames redder than my hair and my hand covers my mouth. “Really?”

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