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He walks me back until I hit the counter. My clit pulses. There’s a roughness underneath the sweetness of his kiss, an urgency. Like he wants to take as much of me as he can, and it’s so damn hot.
Tingles flash all over my skin. Every time Gavin flicks his tongue against mine, my clit pulses, aching for him to kiss me between my legs.
“Gavin,” I rasp against his mouth.
He leans back and looks at me with hazy, drunken eyes.
“I need more,” I say. “Please.”
A devilish smile tugs at his lips. “I like it when you beg.”
I bite my lip, my cheeks hot. He traces the tip of his finger along the hinge of my jaw. His feather-light touch makes me shiver.
He lowers his mouth to the side of my neck and presses a gentle kiss to the sensitive skin. I gasp.
“I’ll give you everything you want, sweetness.”
I swoon at the nickname he calls me. It’s the same nickname he used when he pretended to be my boyfriend at Spanky’s.
“But not here,” he says against my skin. “I want you in my bed.”
“Then take me there. Please.”
Chapter 31
Abby
Gavin scoops me up in his arms. I yelp at the sudden movement, but I’m also swooning. He’s practically jogging across the house and up the stairs to his bedroom. That’s how much he wants me.
I grip his shoulder, relishing the hard feel of his muscles underneath the fabric of his shirt.
He locks eyes with me and blesses me with a sexy grin. “I’ve got you, sweetness. I won’t let you fall.”
“I know. I just can’t get over your muscles.”
His grin widens. “You like my muscles?”
I bite my lip and nod. “You’re so sexy.”
A rough noise drags from his throat. “So are you.”
He walks us into his bedroom and sets me down next to his bed. I go to kick off my heels, but he shakes his head.
He looks me in the eye and runs his tongue along his lower lip. “Those stay on,” he growls.
I can’t help the giddy smile that spreads across my face. I love lovelovehow bossy he is.
He sits on the edge of the bed, then grabs me by the hips and positions me to stand between his legs.
He runs his hand up my inner thigh. “There are so many things I want to do to you,” he says, his voice gravelly and soft all at once. “But I need to know what you want. What do you like?”
I bite my lip, suddenly nervous. It’s been years since I’ve been intimate with someone—since I’ve had to think about what I like doing in bed with another person.
“It’s, um, been a while since I’ve done this.”
He gives me an easy smile. “It’s been a while for me too.”
I raise my eyebrow at him. “How is that possible? Have you seen you?”
