Page 67 of Heart of Gold
I love Gavin’s golden retriever side, but I like this side of him just as much.
“I need to feel you,” he whispers in my ear. My heart is still beating rapidly against my ribcage. I need him just as much.
My hands fall to the waistband of his sweats and push them down, letting him spring free. He stares at me, and it's like we’re having a full conversation without actually speaking.
“I’ll be right back,” He walks to his room and quickly reappears with a condom. He slides it down his length and doesn’t speak, just glares at me like he might devour me, then aligns himself at my entrance.
He pushes himself in and grips my lower back, positioning me closer to the edge of the counter. “Relax.”
I do what he says, and allow my legs to fall open as far as possible.
“Kiss me,” I demand, the words coming out so breathless it’s barely a mumble.
He hears me. His lips fall to mine, and once again, it’s demanding. He claims me…my mouth, my body, my fucking soul.
“I need more,” I beg, bucking my hips closer to him. So desperate for every inch of him. He presses his finger against my lips to shut me up and then replaces it with his lips.
I cry into his mouth with every thrust and a cascade of euphoria ripples through my body. A feeling onlyhecan bring me to. A feeling that I wish I could bottle up and carry around with me everywhere.
He groans softly against my collarbone, and I feel his body jerk with pleasure. He slows his pace, but not completely as he whispers in my ear, “I can’t last when you are screaming my name. It fucks me up in the best way.”
I didn’t even realize I was saying his name, that’s how far gone I was.
“I’m not sorry,” I pant, feeling empty as he pulls out of me.
He slips the condom off, tossing it into the trash, and in one swift motion he lifts me off the counter. He sets my feet gently on the floor and pulls me by the hand to his bathroom.
He turns the shower on, and pulls a towel from the closet. His mouth dips down and kisses mine. It’s gentle and tender butover way too quickly. “We made a mess. I’m gonna get that pizza in the oven, extra pineapple right?”
I scrunch my nose, “Ew, no! Never.”
He shakes his head and chuckles, “You think you know someone.”
Yanking the towel from his hand, I step into the shower, but make no mistake, I watch his naked ass walk out of here.
When I reenter the kitchen a few minutes later I hear him. “Nice fit.” Gavin smirks.
I curtsy in front of him in his giant eagles t-shirt. “My clothes were still in here on the floor, so I borrowed yours.”
He tosses the last of the broken glass into the trash can, “You can wear my clothes anytime you want. I tossed your shirt in the washer before the sauce stained it.”
“Such a gentleman,” I tease.
He pulls me closer to him by the hem of his shirt, “Is that what I was a few minutes ago? A gentleman?”
I roll my eyes, “A gentleman is the last thing you should be with your dick inside me.”
His smirk is flirtatious and downright addicting, “Fair enough. A gentleman in the streets and a freak in the sheets… or the countertop in this case.”
I chuckle, “You’re funny.”
“Funny and charming?”
I flirt back, “Charming, sexy, a little awkward.”
His brows pull together tightly and I can tell he is thinking I meant awkward just then while we were having sex.
“Awkward cute, but trust me there was nothing awkward about the way you just chowed my meow.”
