Chapter 12
Kady
The train station is a busy, bustling mecca of tourists, commuters and families, all milling about. All speaking Italian, Japanese, German, Spanish and of course, variations of the English language. It is a beautiful cacophony of syllables and languages, fluttering in the air like a mist over the mountains in the distance.
My mind is composed and locked into the sounds buzzing around me, but my body is still alight with tingling from the night before with Gavin.
And what a night it was. I’m still stunned that it happened at all, considering his very big brush off yesterday. I was so certain it wouldn’t happen. Looking back at his behavior – the before and after - I realize he was fighting something internally. As Luca had so intuitively predicted, Gavin was indeed interested in me. And once Gavin gave into it – to me - holy shit, it was intense. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before with a guy.
Gavin is a skilled and talented lover. I hadn’t pegged him as a guy who would be so attentive to a woman’s needs. I assumed he was just like every other jock I’d known – quick to release and eager to move on. But not Gavin.
A shiver runs through me as his large thumb strokes the baby soft skin at my knee. He’s also very affectionate, even in a very public place like the train. I bite my lip and turn toward the window of the train car, watching the landscape go by in a blur, trying to calm my beating heart.He does that to me. Just a simple touch and my thoughts scatter wildly.
And then his warm breath is at my ear, fanning across my exposed neck. I shiver, as goosebumps break out across my arms and legs.
“You’ve been unusually quiet this morning, Kitty,” he murmurs low and sexy, his thumb painting patterns across my flesh. “At least since we left my bathroom.”
A low chuckle rumbles through his chest and lands straight at my center so I’m forced to clench my thighs together. I realize that my hand is gripping the seat armrest so hard you’d think I was in a dentist’s chair, instead of romantic train ride next to a sexy man.
I turn my head slowly in his direction, drinking in his handsome features. Thick, corded neck muscles that I kissed and bit throughout the night. I can still see faint reddish marks spotted on his skin, where I sought a way to devour him with my mouth. His chiseled jawline, covered in an already visible five o’clock shadow, even though I watched him shave this morning.
There’s an angry nick underneath his chin that flares red where he accidentally cut himself as he stood in front of his bathroom mirror not two hours ago. At the time, my body was wedged between him and the vanity, facing the mirror as I watched his fluid movements with the razor at his jaw.
I wore only a t-shirt, one of his team shirts that was so large it hung down past my knees. My hand slid behind me between our bodies – over the front of his briefs – stroking and playing with his growing erection, fingers dipping down to cup his scrotum and then finding that secret spot. When he jumped, his hand jerked from the sudden movement. A hiss slithered off his tongue, flooding me with apology when I saw the blood from the cut.
Stepping into action, I dabbed cautiously at the cut with a piece of tissue, but all was forgotten as he began kissing my neck, hands pulling up the too-big-for-me shirt to expose my nakedness underneath. He then lifted me onto the counter and fingered me to my first orgasm this morning. And then he fucked me hard and fast against the shower wall, as the hot water sprayed and lapped against our over-heated bodies until the water turned cool.
It was a phenomenal way to start the day and begin a trip to Rome, one of the most romantic cities in Europe.
Something about Gavin – being with him – feels so good. He gets me and doesn’t care about my past or the baggage I carry. He calms the storm of anxiety that constantly rages and rattles inside of me. I’m able to drop my guard when I’m with him. He soothes the antsy tension that roams rampant through my blood. Gavin is like my very own cooling balm.
All those free radicals disappear inside my brain when I’m with Gavin. The way he holds me, teases me, treats me like I’m special. He doesn’t judge me like others have judged me my entire life. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t know my history or the whole me. Who I really am.
I consider this when he breaks through my strange, deprecating thoughts.
“Is everything okay? You have this weird, faraway look on your face. Do you still want me to go with you to Rome?”
I shift in my chair so that I face him and cup my hands around his jaw that’s tight with apprehension.
“Yes, of course I do. This is going to be the best part of my entire trip, spending it with you.”
And I mean every word. Hanging with Gavin these past few days and nights has been the highlight of my trip. I hope someday, a long time from now, I can look back and know that this was the best adventure of my lifetime.
As soon as I speak, the tension slowly releases from his body, like the tide rolling away from the shore.
I lean in and kiss him sweetly on his lips. His perfect full lips, that feel both soft and raspy against my mouth from his short beard. Tilting my head, I kiss him again, this time opening my lips so that our tongues meet and exchange hellos. Our breath mingles and mouths fuse as the kiss goes from sweet to hot in a nanosecond. I’m just about to throw my leg over his lap to straddle him when I hear some snickers coming from the row in front of ours.
Peering over my shoulder, I see two young boys, probably seven or eight years old, sitting in the seats facing us in the next row. They’d been happily playing with their toy cars before this, but apparently, our make-out session captured their attention and their toys are long forgotten.
A smile forms across my kiss-drenched lips and I wag my finger to scold the little scoundrels, and then make kissy-face noises at them. They fall back into their seats in a full-on fit of boy giggles.
I turn back to Gavin to find him smiling at me.
“You seem to have that effect on boys no matter what age they are.”
My brows draw together. “What effect is that?”
Gavin roll his eyes and gently pops me on the tip of my nose with a long, tapered finger.
