Page 41 of Hot Response
“That was mean.” But she couldn’t stop herself from smiling.
When he tucked his hand under her thigh and danced his fingers south a couple of inches, as if he was going for that spot again, she laughed and scrambled away. In the ensuing wrestling match, he ended up on his back with her straddling him. Judging by the smug look on his face, that was right where he wanted her.
He reached over to the side table and grabbed the condom he’d taken out of the drawer while she was stripping off her jeans, and she tried to be patient while he put it on. But she was so ready for this.
Gavin did the guiding as she slowly lowered herself over him. It was exquisite, the sensation of being filled, and she savored it, taking her time. She watched his jaw tighten and heard the slight hitch in his breath as she rocked, taking him a little deeper with each stroke.
“Fuck,”he said in a hoarse whisper, as if the word was torn from his throat.
His fingers dug into her hips as she rocked, and he lifted himself enough to nip at her breast before dropping back. They both moaned when she ground hard against him, and then he grinned up at her.
Cait grasped his face, her fingertips making indents in his jaw as she tipped his head back. “See? I told you that you never take anything seriously.”
“Because I’m smiling?” He released her hips and slid his hands around to cup her ass. “I’m smiling because I’m the happiest fucking guy in Boston right now.”
She leaned down to kiss him and he took advantage of the moment to roll her onto her back.
Cait wrapped her legs around him and kissed him again until he thrust hard into her and she gasped. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, but he was looking down at her and she wanted the eye contact.
Each stroke came deeper and faster, until he reached over her head and grasped one of the slats of his headboard. Pulling himself with that arm, he drove into her until her back arched off the bed. She pressed her face against his neck, muffling her cry.
A few more hard thrusts and then he released the headboard to grip her hair as his own orgasm hit him. She cupped his ass, holding him close until the tremors passed and his breath came hot and ragged against her cheek.
He shivered when she trailed her fingers over his back until she could wrap her arms around his shoulders. With the hand holding her hair, he nudged her cheek until she turned to face him so he could kiss her.
Then his head flopped onto her shoulder and they did nothing but breathe and savor the aftermath for a couple of minutes.
She closed her eyes when he reached down to hold the condom as he withdrew from her with a reluctant sigh.
“Don’t move.” He was only gone for a minute, and then she felt the mattress dip as he climbed back into bed. Once she was snuggled up against him, with her head nestled in against his shoulder, he kissed her hair. “That was the best thing to happen to me in a long time.”
“Mmm.” She had to agree with that. “I probably could have had a third slice of that pizza.”
“Way better than going to the gym,” he said, starting to sound drowsy. “I only found one of your ticklish spots, though, so you’re going to have to go out with me again.”
“I’ll give you another shot at it, but no hints. You’re mean when you tickle.”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest, and then held her tighter while he shifted to get more comfortable.
After a few moments, Gavin’s breathing slowed and, though he wasn’t quite snoring, she could tell he was falling asleep. She should go now, before he was really asleep and her getting up disturbed him.
But she was so comfortable and her body so relaxed that she couldn’t force herself to move. Just a few more minutes, she told herself. Then she’d go.
Despite her resolve to get up and get dressed, Cait was almost asleep in Gavin’s arms when her phone chimed. She couldn’t stop the heavy sigh that escaped her as his arm loosened to let her up.
“Who’s that?”
“It has to be my mom.”
“It’s not like you’re a teenager with a curfew. You can stay if you want to.”
She wanted to. But she knew that text chime was her clock striking midnight. The ball was over and it was time to go back to her life. Hopefully with both shoes, though.
After fumbling on the nightstand, she retrieved her phone and read the screen. “My mom’s worried about Carter and just leaving him alone isn’t something she’s good at.”
“Speaking of Carter, he hasn’t reached out about basketball.”
“I’ll give him a nudge.” Sighing, she threw back the covers and put her feet on the floor.
