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rumpled
gown. “What time is it?”
“10:00 a.m. and our lunch reservations are at
12:00. I’ll wait while you get ready.” He plopped down on my couch.
He removed the empty wineglass from the top of a pile of books,
picked one up, and flipped through it. I stared at him for a few
seconds before I understood he wasn’t going to leave.
I did my best to focus on a hot shower and
brushing my teeth, trying not to think of the gorgeous man sitting
ten feet away in the living room.
I stepped out of the shower dripping wet,
wrapped a towel around me securely, and walked out of the bathroom.
“What should I wear? What kind of place is this?”
He dropped the book he was holding. “How am I
supposed to answer your questions when you look like that?” His
British accent was stronger than normal.
I followed his eyes as they roamed over my
body. My wet towel was white, and now see through. Not a lot left
to the imagination.
Oops.
I stood in front of him, fiery tension
working its way through my body as he watched me with desperate,
hungry, eyes.
I cleared my throat. “Dress it is.” I forced
myself to step away from him. I would not jump his bones like a cat
in heat. Nope. Not me.
I came out of the bathroom in my sundress,
towel drying my hair.
Gavyn was waiting for me right outside the
bathroom door. He swept me up and carried me to the bed, gently
laying me down. He lay on top of me, propping himself up with his
arms to keep his full weight off of me.
“What were you saying?” His hand went up my
dress, gently caressing the outside of my thigh. His fingertips
danced down my leg and rested around my knee.
With one strong motion, he pulled my knee up,
wrapping my leg around his torso. His hardness pressed into me. My
breath hitched as I pushed back into him.
His soft lips traveled down my neck, into the
hollow of my throat. He moved my sundress strap with his fingertip,
stroking my skin as he did so. His mouth traveled oh so gently
across my collarbone.
I writhed under him, desperate to taste him,
to touch him.
He entwined his hands with mine and pushed
them to either side of my head. His lips were on my hungry
mouth.
My body exploded with a hollow, thirsty
longing for him. I wrapped my other leg around him, and arched my
back.
“Stop being such a gentleman, please,” I
breathed, tugging at the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over
his head, admiring his finely muscled shoulders and torso.
“As you wish,” he said, eyes burning.
He pushed himself into me, strong hands
roaming my body. My sundress fluttered to the floor, followed
quickly by my bra and panties.
His mouth was hot on mine, our bodies wrapped
together in heaving flesh on flesh. We moved together, travelling
higher and higher with a rough abandon. Then I was soaring, and I
was his, and he was mine.
He yelled my name as I contracted around
him.
I collapsed next to him. My thoughts
scattered in a thousand different directions as my body hummed with
pleasure.
“Wow,” he said.
“Wow,” I agreed.
We lay in bed for several minutes until our
breathing slowed. He propped himself on one elbow and absently
traced circles on my stomach with his finger.
I giggled and pulled up the sheet.
“No,” he said, pushing it back. “Please let
me enjoy the view.”
I rolled so I was facing him. “I’m
starving.”
“Oh, but I’m not done.” His hands slid down
my body to a place where they were much appreciated.
Eventually hunger overtook other urges.
I bounded out of bed, pulling my sundress on
in record time. I tried to get a handle on my messy but mostly dry
hair. By the time I was done, Gavyn was already dressed and
waiting. “Ready?”
“Yep. Where are we going anyways?”
“It’s a surprise.”
We walked into the parking lot, but he led me
over to a midnight blue luxury car.
“New ride?” I asked.
“It’s safer and,”—he bent down to whisper in
my ear—“a little sexier, no?”
“That,”—I turned my lips into
gown. “What time is it?”
“10:00 a.m. and our lunch reservations are at
12:00. I’ll wait while you get ready.” He plopped down on my couch.
He removed the empty wineglass from the top of a pile of books,
picked one up, and flipped through it. I stared at him for a few
seconds before I understood he wasn’t going to leave.
I did my best to focus on a hot shower and
brushing my teeth, trying not to think of the gorgeous man sitting
ten feet away in the living room.
I stepped out of the shower dripping wet,
wrapped a towel around me securely, and walked out of the bathroom.
“What should I wear? What kind of place is this?”
He dropped the book he was holding. “How am I
supposed to answer your questions when you look like that?” His
British accent was stronger than normal.
I followed his eyes as they roamed over my
body. My wet towel was white, and now see through. Not a lot left
to the imagination.
Oops.
I stood in front of him, fiery tension
working its way through my body as he watched me with desperate,
hungry, eyes.
I cleared my throat. “Dress it is.” I forced
myself to step away from him. I would not jump his bones like a cat
in heat. Nope. Not me.
I came out of the bathroom in my sundress,
towel drying my hair.
Gavyn was waiting for me right outside the
bathroom door. He swept me up and carried me to the bed, gently
laying me down. He lay on top of me, propping himself up with his
arms to keep his full weight off of me.
“What were you saying?” His hand went up my
dress, gently caressing the outside of my thigh. His fingertips
danced down my leg and rested around my knee.
With one strong motion, he pulled my knee up,
wrapping my leg around his torso. His hardness pressed into me. My
breath hitched as I pushed back into him.
His soft lips traveled down my neck, into the
hollow of my throat. He moved my sundress strap with his fingertip,
stroking my skin as he did so. His mouth traveled oh so gently
across my collarbone.
I writhed under him, desperate to taste him,
to touch him.
He entwined his hands with mine and pushed
them to either side of my head. His lips were on my hungry
mouth.
My body exploded with a hollow, thirsty
longing for him. I wrapped my other leg around him, and arched my
back.
“Stop being such a gentleman, please,” I
breathed, tugging at the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over
his head, admiring his finely muscled shoulders and torso.
“As you wish,” he said, eyes burning.
He pushed himself into me, strong hands
roaming my body. My sundress fluttered to the floor, followed
quickly by my bra and panties.
His mouth was hot on mine, our bodies wrapped
together in heaving flesh on flesh. We moved together, travelling
higher and higher with a rough abandon. Then I was soaring, and I
was his, and he was mine.
He yelled my name as I contracted around
him.
I collapsed next to him. My thoughts
scattered in a thousand different directions as my body hummed with
pleasure.
“Wow,” he said.
“Wow,” I agreed.
We lay in bed for several minutes until our
breathing slowed. He propped himself on one elbow and absently
traced circles on my stomach with his finger.
I giggled and pulled up the sheet.
“No,” he said, pushing it back. “Please let
me enjoy the view.”
I rolled so I was facing him. “I’m
starving.”
“Oh, but I’m not done.” His hands slid down
my body to a place where they were much appreciated.
Eventually hunger overtook other urges.
I bounded out of bed, pulling my sundress on
in record time. I tried to get a handle on my messy but mostly dry
hair. By the time I was done, Gavyn was already dressed and
waiting. “Ready?”
“Yep. Where are we going anyways?”
“It’s a surprise.”
We walked into the parking lot, but he led me
over to a midnight blue luxury car.
“New ride?” I asked.
“It’s safer and,”—he bent down to whisper in
my ear—“a little sexier, no?”
“That,”—I turned my lips into
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