“Yes, ma’am,” he said, and she chuckled at his response. Funny how it didn’t bother her at all in this context.
He didn’t notice her amusement, though, as he was in the process of ditching his clothes. Then he was back, his mouth on hers and his erection grinding against her. She moaned, so ready for him...and he danced his finger up the back of her arm again.
She couldn’t get away from him, since she was sandwiched between his body and the cabinets, but she tried. And in the ensuing tussle, they ended up on the floor. He was laughing, but when he rolled to his back and she straddled him, there was no doubt his amusement had zero impact on his desire.
“If you tickle me again, I’m going home,” she warned, even though it was an empty threat.
With his hands pressing down on her thighs, he rolled his hips so the length of his erection slid over her slick flesh. “You don’t want to go home.”
Cait reached down and closed her fingers around the base of his cock and he sucked in a breath. She squeezed, stroking the length of him in her fist. “You don’t want me to go home, either, so no more tickling.”
He arched his back as she stroked him again, and he reached out to grab his jeans. After pulling a condom from the pocket—and she wondered if that was cockiness or confidence on his part—he tore open the package.
“You need to stop,” he said, his jaw clenching. “I’ve been thinking about this all night—shit, since the last time—and I can’t wait.”
“I’m done waiting.” She shifted to give him space to roll on the condom and then lowered herself onto him.
She rocked her hips slowly, easing down the length of his cock as he lifted his hips. His thumb brushed over her clit and she moaned, taking him all in. He reached one hand to her breast, pinching her nipple between his thumb and finger, while his other grasped her hip.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice raspy.
She looked down at him, her hair falling forward, and the look on his face made her believe him. And when he let go of her breast to press the back of his knuckle against her clit, she moaned and quickened her pace. His knuckle kneaded against her, a hard pressure that stole her breath and sent jolts of sensation through her body.
The orgasm was intense and she cried out. Gavin grasped her hips in both hands, his fingertips digging into her flesh as he raised her and then pulled her down harder and faster until he came with a guttural groan.
Then he reached up and threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling her down so he could kiss her. She moaned against his mouth and then collapsed on top of him. She could feel his heart beating, his pulse as quick as her own, and she savored the feeling as she tried to catch her breath.
“I’m so freakin’ sorry,” Gavin whispered a moment later.
It took a few seconds for his words to penetrate the pleasurable fog her mind was lost in. “Sorry for what?”
“When we were coming upstairs, I planned to put on some music. Be romantic and seduce you into my bed.” He blew out a breath, making her hair tickle her neck. “The kitchen floor’s not very romantic.”
“You took the bottom. That was kind of romantic.” Then she laughed and kissed him. “Trust me, I’m not complaining.”
“I could have at least gotten you as far as the couch, though.”
The fact he’d wanted her so badly he couldn’t wait to cross the room more than made up for the hard surface, as far as she was concerned. “Next time.”
Themmmsound he made vibrated through her. “Definitely next time.”
With a reluctant groan, she pushed herself up. The floor might not be romantic, but it would make the going-home part easier. Getting out of his bed had been hard. Now she slipped back into her clothes as she gathered them and several minutes and a quick trip to the bathroom for him later, they were both fully clothed again.
“I guess there’s no sense in telling you that you don’t have to walk me to my car?”
He shook his head. “If you won’t stay, I’ll walk you out.”
“I can’t.” She grabbed her phone. “What if we video chat while I walk? You can see me, but you don’t have to go out in the cold.”
“Not going to happen. I was raised better than that.”
“I know. That’s why you called mema’amthe day we met.” When he frowned, she laughed. “You did. I was trying to work up the courage to ask if you’d want to get a drink sometime and I don’t even remember what we were talking about, but you called mema’am.”
“No shit? You were going to ask me out?”
“I was.”
“It’s just a habit.”
