Page 40 of Hot Response
“You got somewhere else to be?” he asked, letting go of her hair so he could have both hands up her shirt.
“Yeah, like naked in your bed as soon as possible.”
He grinned. “I’m all for skipping to that part.”
They left a trail of clothes on the way to his bedroom, which amused Cait because it was such a romantic movie thing to do, but once they reached the bed and he looked at her with hunger hot in his eyes, the amusement faded.
After flipping back the covers, she stretched out on the bed and gave him acome hitherlook. She expected him to go straight for putting a condom on and getting down to business, but he slid onto the bed beside her.
He kissed her, a deep and intense kiss that curled her toes. Or maybe that was his hand cupping her breast and the jolt of pleasure as he rolled her nipple between his fingers.
Then he stopped, just looking down at her face while he combed his fingers through her hair, spreading it across his pillow.
“Last night,” he said, “when you were in my bed, what were you really wearing?”
“I had a T-shirt on,” she admitted. “I wanted to be naked, but I was afraid being naked without you here being naked with me would just keep me from sleeping.”
“I didn’t think I’d ever fall asleep.” He paused to close his mouth over her nipple, his tongue making circles until he sucked hard enough to make her gasp. “I kept picturing you naked in my bed with your hair loose on my pillow and I swear you could have cut glass with my dick.”
Cait reached down and closed her hand over the dick in question. “And what did you do about it?”
An image of Gavin in a shower, water streaming over his naked body as he stroked himself made her skin tingle and Cait knew she’d be savoring that one for a while. Maybe bookmarking it for a future date.
“I suffered,” he said, and then he chuckled at her look of disbelief. “I thought if I fell asleep totally sexually frustrated, maybe I’d dream about having sex with you.”
That was sweet and she rewarded him by running her hand up the length of his erection, squeezing just enough before skimming the tip with her thumb.
He groaned and grabbed her wrist. “Maybe you missed the part about how I went to sleep totally sexually frustrated. There aren’t enough box scores or algebra problems to recite in my head if you keep doing that.”
It was tempting to see just how far she could push him, but the possibilityshecould end up being the one totally sexually frustrated was enough to make her release him.
He kissed her again before making his way down her neck and to her breasts. Taking his time, he teased her nipples with his tongue and teeth until she was digging her nails into his back.
One of his hands slid between her legs and she moaned when he simply brushed over her clit with the heel of his hand and kept going. His fingertips bit into her thigh as he sucked one nipple deep into his mouth, but that wasn’t cutting it anymore. She spread her legs more, rolling her hips slightly off the bed as a frustrated sound growled deep in her throat.
Gavin just chuckled and for a few seconds she thought she was going to have to give the man directions, but then his fingers were back, stroking her slick flesh. She moaned and ran her hands up his back.
“You didn’t think I’d skip one of the best parts, did you?” he asked, and she could hear the humor in his voice. He was teasing her, and she would have slapped his ass in punishment, but she couldn’t reach it anymore since he was kissing his way down her stomach. “Don’t you trust me, Cait?”
“Getting there,” she said through gritted teeth as the heel of his hand pressed against her clit.
Her pulse quickened as he slipped a finger inside of her, and then his mouth was there and,holy crap, he was not a man who needed instructions. He licked and sucked her clit as he worked another finger in, and his other hand gripped her hip to hold her still when she lifted them off the bed.
She thought it would be a courtesy—a quick check to make sure she was ready before getting down to the real business at hand—but Gavin didn’t stop. When she groaned, grasping his hair where the cowlick stood up, he moaned against her and sucked harder.
Even when the orgasm hit, he didn’t relent until it was over and her body relaxed on the bed. He kissed the inside of her thigh and then lifted himself enough to grin at her.
“Damn,” she whispered, trying to get her breath back.
“I told you we’d work off two slices of pizza,” he reminded her, his eyes dancing with heat and mischief. “One down.”
When he trailed his fingers lightly down the back of her leg, Cait tried to brace herself, but when his touch hit that tender spot behind her knee she made a squeaking sound and tried to pull her leg free.
Gavin’s victory shout made her laugh, even though he wouldn’t let go of her. Holding her down with one hand on her hip, he gripped her calf with his other hand and lifted her leg until he could press his lips to that spot. When she squealed again, he laughed and then ran his tongue over the ticklish spot.
Cait squirmed, but between her laughter, her post-orgasm weakness and the fact he was maxing out her flexibility, she couldn’t get away from him. She had to settle for pounding her fist on his shoulder, trying to make him stop.
“I told you I’d find your ticklish spot,” he said when he’d had enough of torturing her.
