life about forty minutes after our arrival. It felt like forty nights, it was so excruciating to sit there and not tear Gavin’s clothes from his smoking hot body.
I don’t know how I did it. And I couldn’t tell you what he’d finally ordered us for dinner after our very annoyed waiter had broken into our bubble for the fifth time.
We pulled up in front of Auntie G’s and I was playing the best good girl part I could. And by good girl I meant sitting in his car making out with him in front of possibly my aunt and all the neighbors. I wanted to go back to his place so badly that it ached, but I couldn’t ask.
He finally pulled back after a long kiss, moved my hair off my cheek and said, “I want to take you home.”
“I am home,” I replied, a little confused.
“I mean my home,” he said, “will you come home with me tonight?”
I hesitated. I wanted to, god knows I wanted to. From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet, my body wanted him.
But I’d already recoiled at being portrayed as his one night stand in the gossip blogs, so dare I risk becoming his actual hump and dump? Let’s face it, we all know that most men who hook up with a girl within a couple days of meeting her have one thing on their mind. A quick booty call.
And let’s face it, I was already beyond that with him, and couldn’t risk him being a typical guy. I wanted him so damn bad, but for longer than one night.
“I’m sorry,” he said, sensing my inner turmoil, “I don’t mean to pressure you. I want to be with you, Sarai, not just for a night, but I don’t know for how long. I’m not saying I want to be with you for a lifetime, but something right now just feels right with you. It feels right in a way that I’ve never felt and I want to see where it can take us. If that’s overwhelming you, we can take it slow. It’s all up to you, whatever you choose, I just want to be with you, love.”
That sealed the deal. I was ready to be with him. I was going to go back to his place and hang off one of his huge biceps until he booted me out. I wanted to taste him, feel him inside of me and lose myself in the craziness of our connection. I needed to stop being so timid and I needed to take a risk. So I was going to take it.
“I want to,” I replied breathlessly, “I want to come home with you. I want to do this, Gavin. I feel that crazy chemistry as much as you do and I want to see where it will take us.”
He kissed me and groaned when I ran my hand up his thigh and along his hard bulge, “I want you so fucking bad,” he said against my lips.
“I need to grab a few things,” I told him and we fell away from each other, flushed and over heated.
“I’ll come with you,” he replied, “I don’t want your Aunt to think I’m a heathen.”
“I’m sure she already thinks that,” I laughed, “any man is suspect in her mind.”
We walked up the walk, hand in hand, and I felt like I had a boyfriend. It was strange, after reconciling myself to a life of singlehood, especially with Gavin James.
The hottest man in the world had wormed his way into my life and my heart. I still couldn’t fathom that two days ago I had just been me.
We walked through the front door into utter chaos. Cats were racing back and forth and Auntie G immediately started screaming for me.
We rushed to the kitchen and found her soaking wet with armloads of towels everywhere.
The kitchen sink was spraying water out of the broken faucet, hitting the ceiling and cascading down like a park fountain.
“Help me,” she yelled, “grab a towel and try to stay on top of it.”
“I don’t think that’s going to help,” I said, “there’s too much water!”
I was already soaked, so was Gavin. He stripped his suit jacket off and his white shirt clung to his body, showing me a good view of his bulging muscles and beautiful tattoos.
“Well stop gawking at your boyfriend and do something!” she yelled again.
“Do you have a wrench?”
I don’t know how I did it. And I couldn’t tell you what he’d finally ordered us for dinner after our very annoyed waiter had broken into our bubble for the fifth time.
We pulled up in front of Auntie G’s and I was playing the best good girl part I could. And by good girl I meant sitting in his car making out with him in front of possibly my aunt and all the neighbors. I wanted to go back to his place so badly that it ached, but I couldn’t ask.
He finally pulled back after a long kiss, moved my hair off my cheek and said, “I want to take you home.”
“I am home,” I replied, a little confused.
“I mean my home,” he said, “will you come home with me tonight?”
I hesitated. I wanted to, god knows I wanted to. From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet, my body wanted him.
But I’d already recoiled at being portrayed as his one night stand in the gossip blogs, so dare I risk becoming his actual hump and dump? Let’s face it, we all know that most men who hook up with a girl within a couple days of meeting her have one thing on their mind. A quick booty call.
And let’s face it, I was already beyond that with him, and couldn’t risk him being a typical guy. I wanted him so damn bad, but for longer than one night.
“I’m sorry,” he said, sensing my inner turmoil, “I don’t mean to pressure you. I want to be with you, Sarai, not just for a night, but I don’t know for how long. I’m not saying I want to be with you for a lifetime, but something right now just feels right with you. It feels right in a way that I’ve never felt and I want to see where it can take us. If that’s overwhelming you, we can take it slow. It’s all up to you, whatever you choose, I just want to be with you, love.”
That sealed the deal. I was ready to be with him. I was going to go back to his place and hang off one of his huge biceps until he booted me out. I wanted to taste him, feel him inside of me and lose myself in the craziness of our connection. I needed to stop being so timid and I needed to take a risk. So I was going to take it.
“I want to,” I replied breathlessly, “I want to come home with you. I want to do this, Gavin. I feel that crazy chemistry as much as you do and I want to see where it will take us.”
He kissed me and groaned when I ran my hand up his thigh and along his hard bulge, “I want you so fucking bad,” he said against my lips.
“I need to grab a few things,” I told him and we fell away from each other, flushed and over heated.
“I’ll come with you,” he replied, “I don’t want your Aunt to think I’m a heathen.”
“I’m sure she already thinks that,” I laughed, “any man is suspect in her mind.”
We walked up the walk, hand in hand, and I felt like I had a boyfriend. It was strange, after reconciling myself to a life of singlehood, especially with Gavin James.
The hottest man in the world had wormed his way into my life and my heart. I still couldn’t fathom that two days ago I had just been me.
We walked through the front door into utter chaos. Cats were racing back and forth and Auntie G immediately started screaming for me.
We rushed to the kitchen and found her soaking wet with armloads of towels everywhere.
The kitchen sink was spraying water out of the broken faucet, hitting the ceiling and cascading down like a park fountain.
“Help me,” she yelled, “grab a towel and try to stay on top of it.”
“I don’t think that’s going to help,” I said, “there’s too much water!”
I was already soaked, so was Gavin. He stripped his suit jacket off and his white shirt clung to his body, showing me a good view of his bulging muscles and beautiful tattoos.
“Well stop gawking at your boyfriend and do something!” she yelled again.
“Do you have a wrench?”
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