Page 69 of Not Safe For Work

I rip off the thong.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

OLIVIA

I can’t keep up.Can’t catch my breath. So much is happening at once. His hands, his lips, his words.

“You taste so fucking good, Olivia,” he says, sucking on the skin along my hip. “Can I?”

He looks up at me before his eyes shoot down to where my thong used to be. And for a second, I hold my breath. He wants to go down on me? This isn’t something Ian and I really did together, another thing he said guys don’t actually like.

I can feel my body shaking again, not in the good way. “You don’t have to?—”

“Olivia,quiero probar cada centímetro de tu cuerpo.”He lifts his head and crawls further up the bed, just until he can rest his cheek against my chest. He never stops kissing me. “No tienes idea de cuanto tiempo he estado esperando este momento.”

“Is that…Spanish?” At first, when he spoke, I thought my brain was just foggy from this lust-filled room, but those definitely weren’t words I know.

He reaches up to claim my mouth in another tender kiss. “I thought it might help you relax. I could try French, but it’s pretty rusty.”

For a moment I’m frozen in disbelief. Gavin really does get me. In a way that maybe no one else ever has.

I throw my arms around him and pull him in closer. He’s so sweet I feel like I might cry. Instead, I pour every emotion I’m feeling into the press of my lips, the drift of my tongue, the way my nails scrape through his hair.

“Eres hermosa, tan perfecta.”

I don’t know what he’s saying but he’s right, it does relax me. It’s easy to follow the emotion of his words without knowing their translation. How does Gavin Scott know what I like, what I need, even more than I know myself?

His kisses turn molten as he smoothly slips back down my body, each one hotter than the last. “Te sientes como el Cielo, Olivia.”

I get turned on a little more each time he says my name. Nothing has ever felt like this before. Everything he does makes me feel like I’m going to explode.

By the time his mouth is between my legs, I’ve lost all control of my head. Every thought is consumed by where he’s touching me or licking me or biting me. The way he keeps dragging his teeth against my skin is making me wild.

He makes slow circles with his tongue exactly where I need it, his hands massaging my thighs. I close my eyes, giving in to every sensation, my usual worries a million miles away. Tension rises through all my muscles, and I can sense my body twist and writhe, chasing some sort of release.

“I feel like—” My words get stuck in a breathy moan. Like I might combust at any second.

When I start to squirm, he grabs my hips, holding me in place, and sucks my delicate skin into his mouth. One of his hands coasts around my thigh and he slides a finger inside me.

“Oh, god. Gavin,” I pant his name, along with a few more expletives that are barely audible.

He lifts his head. “No. Say Scottie when you come.”

And I do.

The orgasm rips through me until every one of my senses are shot. For a moment, it feels like time stands still, like hot is cold and up is down and gravity is just a myth. My lungs forget how to breathe. My heart forgets how to beat. The only thing I can feel are tiny fireworks igniting beneath every inch of my skin.

Little stars are still clouding my vision when Gavin climbs back up the bed.

“Good?” he asks.

“Good?” I laugh. “That was…wow.”

He doesn’t respond, just starts kissing me again. I’m starting to realize I’m obsessed with Gavin’s mouth. He kisses me like he never wants to stop.

“Scottie,” I say, pausing the brush of our lips. “I’ve never felt anything like that before. Can we?” I finish the thought by reaching for his zipper. I can’t believe his pants are still on.

He bites his lip, like he’s hesitant to go further. But I’m not. I’ve never wanted sex more than I do at this very moment.

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