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Gavin’s large hands cupped my face, and he crushed his lips down on mine. Stunned, it took my brain a moment to catch up, but when it did, I melted against him with a relieved sigh. His tongue danced across my lips, and I opened for him, meeting him thrust for thrust as he consumed me.
His hardened length grew against my belly, and I dropped my hand to his belt. He retreated far enough for me to cup him through his jeans, groaning against my mouth when I squeezed.
He pulled away from my mouth and skated his lips over my jaw and down my neck. “I’ve wanted to do that all day.”
“Mmm,” was all I could say as his hot tongue darted out to taste my skin.
“Come home with me,” he whispered, working his way back to my mouth. Then he kissed me long and hard, pressing into me again to show me what I’d be missing if I didn’t say yes.
He pulled away and searched my face, his gaze bouncing between my eyes. “Let’s go,” I said, and he made a noise in the back of his throat that was half growl, half groan.
“Are you coming with me?” he asked, and I shook my head.
“I’ll follow you.” I didn’t want to be stranded without my car or for him to have to bring me back.
“That’s a shame,” he said, a devious grin tipping up one side of his mouth. “I wanted to see if I could make you come with my fingers before we got to my house.” He grabbed my ass and squeezed, and I sucked in a breath at his bold and lascivious statement. He turned and jogged back to his truck. A second later, it roared to life, and I followed him out of the lot.
My pulse thrummed in my ears as I followed behind him. This was really happening. Again. But it felt different this time. Now, I knew him better. He wasn’t just the hot handyman with magic hands whom I’d met at the hardware store. He was so much more than that.
My stomach dipped when I put my car in park, and he jumped out of his truck. I got out, and he immediately came to me, pulling me in for a kiss like he couldn’t wait another minute. He released me and slipped his hand into mine, leading me to the door. Once inside, he toed off his shoes and dropped his keys onto the table. I did the same.
His lips were back on mine in an instant as he tangled his fingers in my hair. He held me still as he plundered my mouth. We broke apart and he reached back with one hand, gripped his shirt, and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion. His bare chest was a sight to behold. A light dusting of dark hair covered his torso, trailed down his stomach in a thin line, and disappeared beneath his jeans. His abdominal muscles flexed as my eyes skimmed down his body.
“If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to the bedroom.”
“Well, what are you waiting for?” I’d barely gotten the last word out when I was hoisted into the air and thrown over his shoulder. I let out a surprised shriek when I toppled over him, my upper half landing upside down with a perfect view of his impeccable glutes. Unable to resist, I smacked his denim-clad butt. He repaid me by sliding his hand up the back of my thigh and squeezing my ass. I moaned as his fingers teased the edge of my panties beneath my shorts.
Then I was dropped onto his mattress, and he spread out over top of me. His slender hips settled between mine, his rock-hard length meeting my center. I moaned, and he swallowed the sound with a searing kiss as he rocked against me.
Desire rippled through me, and my skin heated as though tiny flames danced along my flesh. I was on fire for him. I needed to feel him, to taste him, to bring him to the brink and watch him tumble over the edge. I pushed against his shoulders, and he retreated, settling back on his heels. Concern filled his gaze until I sat up and pulled my shirt over my head. My hands went to his belt and undid it before flicking open the button. I came up on my knees and pressed my palms against his chest, giving him a gentle shove. He fell onto his back, a playful smile curving his lips as I grinned down at him.
Crawling over his body, I slowly dragged his zipper down. He squirmed beneath me, an impatient groan escaping his lips. I pushed his jeans and boxers down his hips, and his erection bobbed as it came free. Curling my fingers around his thick shaft, I stroked him, bringing my hand all the way to the head and rubbing my fingers over the sensitive crown.
“Fuck,” he drawled, dropping his head onto the pillow as I flicked my tongue over his tip before circling it. His hands fisted in the blanket at his sides as I sucked him into my mouth. Keeping a firm grip on his length, I took him to the back of my throat. I hummed with pleasure as he hissed through his teeth.
“Melody,” he groaned, and I fought a smile. He was coming undone, and I was the reason. I worked him over, my mouth and hand moving in unison.
Gavin let out a low curse as his fingers speared into my hair. “Melody,” he said again, giving me a gentle tug. “I’m not going to last much longer, and I need to be inside you.” I gave him one long, final suck as I withdrew my mouth from him, and he came free with a loud “pop.”
He immediately brought my mouth to his, kissing me long and hard. His hands dropped to my shorts, and he undid the clasp before unzipping them and helping me shimmy them down my legs. He cupped me through my lace panties and hummed in approval.
“Did sucking me off make you wet?”
“Yes,” I breathed, my head falling back as he stroked my swollen clit through the damp lace between my legs.
He kicked his jeans the rest of the way off and rolled on top of me. “I’m going to make you come with my fingers and my tongue.” He lowered his mouth to my erect, lace-covered nipple and closed his lips over it, teasing it with his tongue through the fabric. Pulling back, he continued. “Then I’ll let you ride me until you’ve wrung every ounce of pleasure from my body.”
The sound that rumbled up my throat was feral and needy. I wanted that. I wanted it more than my next breath.
“But if we do this,” he said, tugging the straps down my arms and freeing my breasts from the confines of my bra. “I want you for more than one night.” He kissed my bare shoulder and trailed his lips up my neck. “I want to be more than just friends,” he proclaimed against my ear before capturing the lobe between his teeth, and I shivered.
“I want that too,” I panted.
“Good,” he growled and hooked his fingers inside my waistband, dragging my panties down my legs. His hands trailed up my thighs and over my stomach before cupping my breasts. He teased the tight peaks with his thumbs and rolled them between his fingers.
Burying his face between my legs, he made good on his promise, bringing me to my first orgasm within minutes. He grabbed a condom from his dresser and tore it open, sliding it down his shaft before gripping my hips and pulling me on top of him.
“Ride me,” he commanded, and I slid down his length, pumping my hips in little strokes to tease him and help myself accommodate his size. I gasped, my body stretching to its limit once he was fully seated inside me. After our first time, I was sore for a couple days. It had been so long for me, and he was rather well endowed. I knew I’d feel it tomorrow, but I didn’t care. It felt too good to stop.
