Page 142 of Into These Eyes
But first, I need my Gavin Lake fix. Oh, and some coffee.
As I clean my teeth, I replay that crazy stunt I pulled last night. I’d felt like the worst person on earth when Gavin left the house while I dealt with Anika. Then to top it off, the poor guy had to agree to her ridiculous no-sex terms. He’d given me the best orgasm of my life—well, half-orgasm due to a rude, cockblocking interrupter—and I’d desperately wanted to return that favour. If the number of times I’ve caught him sporting an erection is anything to go by, he’s been dealing with a lot of wrist action over the last few weeks.
I’d actually stunned myself when I devised a plan to make it up to him.
Something else surprised me, too. I’ve never thought of a penis as beautiful, but when I saw his, held it and stroked it, and witnessed the pleasure it gave him, that’s what came to mind. Along with thoughts of kneeling before him and taking him into my mouth while he watches.
I don’t even know who I am anymore.
Spitting toothpaste into the sink, I clench my thighs against the torture of that warm, heavy ache. I really need to clear my mind and make room for more important thoughts.
Like Mum’s letter.
Like Gavin’s tattoo.
When I saw it up close last night, before he hid it, my heart nearly broke. His reaction left no doubt it holds significant meaning. But it’s also clear thatIneed to be significant to him before he opens up and explains that meaning.
Slipping on my robe, I hurry along the hallway toward the sound of grinding coffee beans, eager to lay eyes on the man who makes me feel alive and special.
When I pass the hallway wall, I stop. There he is, making his coffee, wearing his usual tight t-shirt and thin trackpants. Trackpants that now cover areas I’ve been privileged enough to lay my greedy eyes upon. Like those amazing glutes that, for some strange reason, I’d really like to sink my teeth into.
Padding silently up behind him, I slide my palm over one tight arse cheek and squeeze as I press my body against his back.
“I don’t think your big sister would approve of that,” he says in a low, gravelly voice. I freeze, not sure if I heard him right. Then he glances over his shoulder at me. And jerks a little, like I’ve surprised him. “Oh, it’s you.”
Mouth agape, I glare at him.
I’m not sure where it comes from, but I draw my hand back and slap his butt.
He doesn’t even flinch, yet my palm burns from the sting. Chuckling, he turns and grabs my hips as I bring my arms up between us in a useless effort to push him away.
“So easy to tease,” he says, eyes sparkling with mischief. “And boy, are you going to pay for that slap.”
“You deserved it. I don’t.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. If you get to slap me because I teased you with words, then I most certainly get to punish you for that teasing little strip show you put on last night.” As my arms soften, he places his mouth against my ear. “That was so fucking hot, it took every ounce of restraint I possess to stop myself from dragging you to the floor and fucking you.”
“That would’ve been breaking the rules,” I remind him.
His fingertips slide my robe off one shoulder and brush my hair aside. Kissing my exposed skin, he inhales deeply as he works his way up my neck, sending goosebumps shooting over my flesh when he plants a sweet kiss beneath my ear. “When I was staring at that perfect little arse of yours, I couldn’t evenremember my name, let alone recall rules.” His teeth capture my earlobe and tug. “Lucky you’d just been a very naughty girl.”
Flames lick at my face and ignite between my legs.
Giving me a wicked smile, he grazes his thumbs across my burning cheeks. “You’re so adorably sexy.”
“S-sorry?”
“Blushing like that when I’ve made you come with my fingers inside you. When you’ve had your hand around my cock … I think we’re past the point of embarrassment due to a few words.”
I blink at him, amazed I haven’t spontaneously combusted. “Talking to me like that … I—”
“You don’t like it?”
“I think I might like it … way too much,” I admit.
He beams, releases my face and grips my backside in his large hands, drawing me right up against him. God, he’s hard, and I’m wet, and we’re stuck in the twilight zone under my vengeful little sister’s rule.
“How do you like all those extra functions I have compared that toy of yours?” he asks with a satisfied smirk.
