Page 41 of The New Guy
Lord, it’s hard work keeping eye contact.Do not look at his dick, I beg myself. “Huh. Except this isn’t your hotel room.”
“What do you mean?” he blinks. “Of course it is. My key opened the door.”
My ironclad self-control wavers, and I take one little peek. Just a glance, really. And, fuck, he’s perfecteverywhere. I feel my own body tighten in response.
Gavin clears his throat, and I realize we were right in the middle of an important conversation. I drag my eyes up off his cock, past the blond hair cradling his pubes, past his rippled abs, climbing by his shapely arms and finally up into his narrowed eyes. “Your keydidn’topen the door. Mine did. This ismyhotel room. And that’s why I’m still here.”
He blinks. “What are you talking about?” But as I watch him, the idea sinks in. His eyes flit to the door, and then around the room. Even in the shadows, you can just make out my jacket on the back of the desk chair where I left it, and my suitcase on the floor. “Oh my God.”
I start to smile.
“Fucking hell!” He glances toward the bathroom, and then back at me. “I just used your toothbrush. Ithoughtthat toothpaste tasted funny. I can buy you a new one.”
“We swapped spit once before, right? I’ll live.”
Gavin blinks again, like he’s still processing this confusing turn of events. Then he throws his hands down on the bed, and I wait for him to fold in on himself in embarrassment.
But that’s not what happens. Instead, he howls with laughter. “Holy shit!Buckrides again! My college friends are going to be so impressed.” His beautiful body shakes with laughter.
And it’s contagious. I’m already grinning. “You know I’m never letting you live this down, right?”
His clear eyes lift to mine, his grin wide. “I deserve it. Fair’s fair.”
I feel a pang inside my chest when I look at his smile. Gavin is a special kind of guy—the kind with the nickname from all the drunk antics he pulled in college—the kind who laughs at himself instead of getting embarrassed. His personality moves the needle on his attractiveness from red-hot to blistering.
And suddenly I just don’t want to fight it anymore. I pop up on an elbow and lean in, toward his smiling mouth. I cup his scruffy face in one hand.
He stops smiling. For a second I think I’ve wrecked it. But then he leans into my touch, pressing his face into my palm like a needy cat.
We get stuck there, gazes locked, hearts thumping. At least mine is. I’m so good at denying myself that I just watch him, while my cock grows heavy between my legs.
“What are you waiting for?” he asks in a voice that’s textured with longing. “Last time you just pounced, and I fucking loved it.”
Unnngh. He’s right—that’s exactly what I’d done. I pushed him up against a wall and ravished his mouth.
Then I ran away like a nervous freak ten minutes later.
Not much has changed. I’m still stupid. Still conflicted. But second chances don’t come around very often. I’d better make the most of this one. So I rub the pad of my thumb across his top lip, and watch as his eyes go half mast with lust.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You tease.”
“Maybe that wasmynickname in college.”
“Accurate.” He inches closer on the bed. “Are you going to make me beg?”
“That does sound kind of fun.” But I don’t want to be a tease anymore. I want to be the guy who just takes what he wants. So I roll closer and capture his mouth in a kiss.
It’s not a pounce, either. It’s not frantic. It’s aching, sensual bliss. I anchor my hand in his soft hair and deepen the press of my mouth against his hungry one.
He opens for me, and somehow I manage not to rush. I slide my tongue between his lips with deliberate slowness.
When I finally taste him, we both moan. My body crackles like a wildfire—one deep kiss burns into another. And another. Teeth click. Tongues tangle. My hand finds its way down his flank, testing the smoothness of his skin, and the firmness of his chiseled abs.
But I still need more. I wrap an arm around his waist, roll onto my back and haul him on top of me.
He comes willingly, splaying his legs out on the tangled covers, his hands in my hair, his tongue in my mouth. His cock is trapped against my body, the covers doing nothing to disguise how hard he is for me.
I want to shout with excitement, but I devour his mouth instead.
