Chapter 10
Kady
One minute, Gavin’s face and finger are at my entrance, driving me crazy with need, and the next he’s pulling back and staring up at me.
“What are you doing?” My voice is shrill and pitched. “Why the hell did you stop?”
His lips curl up into a naughty grin that indicates he’s now in charge. I suddenly have the feeling that I’ve misjudged him. Pegged him as a certain type of lover, but I had it all wrong. He’s not going to let me call the shots.
A thrill launches through my body and up my spine like a rocket into space at the possibility that Gavin, in all his two-hundred-thirty-five pounds of tailored muscle, is going to have his way with me. My knees go weak and wobbly as his fingers leisurely trail up the curve of my calves, over my exposed ass, to make their way up to my shoulders. He slowly, with purpose, stands in front of me.
I feel starkly naked when his fingers leave my body. I watch as he grabs hold of the neck of his shirt and pulls it off and over his head in that sexy-man way. On instinct, I reach out to touch the tats that cover his chest but he takes a giant step backward, determined to deny my aching need to lay my hands on him.
I pout. He chuckles.
Being denied in this manner would normally piss me off – but I rather like the game he’s playing. Gavin knows what’s he’s doing. He’s methodical and a little bit dangerous. I might grumble and grouse over not getting what I want, but it turns me on more than anything.
My eyes follow the course his hands take as they drop to his fly and unbuttons his shorts, catching my interested gaze as he unzips.
“Don’t worry,Kitty. You’ll get what you’re looking for if you’re a good girl. Now, do as I say and go into my bedroom. Take your shirt off, leave your panties on and lay down on my bed. On your stomach, ass up so I can see it.”
Oh my God, this is so hot. He’s so bossy. I freaking love it.
I also love that he’s given me a nickname, which no one ever has before. I’m not certain how he came up with it, but it’s personal and makes me feel like a sex kitten. The commanding way he told me what to do and where he wants me sends explosive ribbons of excitement through my veins.
Any other time, or for any other reason, I would do the exact opposite of what someone commanded me to do. Call it my quirk, or obstinacy, or whatever.
My stubborn streak probably stems from being the middle child between two other perfect human beings. I could never compare.
If I saw a shrink, they’d probably say it’s some intrinsic desire to prove that I won’t concede to anyone else or be pushed into something I’m not. I am who I am, unapologetically, and I won’t do, say or be whatever they want me to be.
But in a sexual encounter, with the tingle of Gavin’s hot breath still on my belly, and the lingering touch his fingertips, I decide I want to comply with his commands. Just this once, I want to dismiss my need to control the situation and just enjoy the pleasure of letting go. Let him do whatever he damn well wants with me.
Because I’m in. I’m already in deeper than I wanted.
My body shudders with need, as I scoot to the middle of the bed, yanking my shirt over my head and tossing it to the side where it lands on the floor. Lying back down, my fingers to stroke the skin of my bare stomach, knowing they’ll be replaced by much rougher and bigger hands that will do wicked things to me.
My hand travels lower, just briefly exploring the spot where Gavin’s mouth had just been. Where he’d eaten me through my panties and gotten me excited and wet.
My exploration and thoughts are halted when Gavin steps through the doorway, his eyes landing on my hand between my legs.
His gaze is dark and heavy with arousal. “I told you to be on your stomach.”
My throat constricts tight as I try to swallow. It’s a thrill to be caught doing something I wasn’t supposed to do and possibly being punished for it. Excitement zaps through me and I can’t hide the smile that splits wide open.
“I was getting there,” I bravely admit, pushing myself up onto my elbows but not yet turning over onto my stomach.
Gavin stalks toward the bed, the orchestrated beauty of his tattooed skin and muscular abs sending a chorus of lust between my legs.
He drags a thumb up to his parted lips, holding it there as if in concentration, pinning me with his gaze. “Good girls do what they’re told. Are you a good girl, Kady? Or a bad girl?”
Holy shit. I’m bad. Very, very bad.
Drawing in a deep breath, I flip over and try to conceal my grin in the duvet when I hear him groan loudly with pleasure. I make sure to press my knees into the mattress and lift my ass a little higher. I’m naked and exposed in the best way possible, except for my thong that’s practically burning to ash from the fire in his stare.
There’s several silent moments, where I don’t know what Gavin’s doing. I become inpatient, and turn my head curiously over my shoulder to see what’s going on. Gavin is down to his tight briefs that cling to the thick, ropey muscles of his thighs and accentuate his extremely impressive erection.
My face and body flush as I watch him palm his cock, his hand dragging along the hard shape hidden just beneath the material. His eyes are closed in a painful expression, as if he’s trying to endure the situation and regain his composure. Every time his hand moves, I get a peek at the shiny tip of his cock that pokes through the top of his shorts.
