Page 52 of Mr. Misunderstood


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Running my hands up his biceps, I loop my arms around his neck and hold on tight. The muscles in my thighs grip his sides. He’s lifting me up and down as if savoring each thrust. His arms hold me tightly against him. The wall behind me could disappear and I wouldn’t fall. The hand cupping my bottom works with his hips to set the pace. His other arm wraps around my waist. His hand is splayed across my back. I arch against his hold and my head drops back against the wall with a thud.

“Careful,” he gasps as his mouth lowers to my chest. He brushes a kiss against the swell of my breasts. “You don’t want to alert the neighbors.”

“Or they might lean out over the glass divider down by the chairs and sneak a peek at us?”

“Kayla.” He pulls back and looks down at me. Desire radiates from his dark eyes. “Does that turn you on?”

He thrusts into me, but doesn’t retreat again. He stays still as if waiting for my answer. I hear the music reach a fever pitch of drums and guitar. Another time, at another concert, I could get lost in the fury of sound. But tonight I’m already lost … in Gavin.

“Kayla?”

“You turn me on.”

“Damn right,” he growls and then he begins to move again. With each thrust, my world narrows. The concert shifts into the distance. I feel as if I’m …

“Gavin!”

The cry interrupts my thoughts. He’s thrusting harder now, driving into me, reaching a place with that amazing cock that’s designed to set off fireworks inside me. I close my eyes and let go. I fall into the pleasure, knowing that for the first time, I’m safe here.

“Oh yes! Yes! Gavin!”

Every muscle in my body tenses as I open my eyes. The lights flash, spinning and swirling through the stadium. I catch a glimpse of Gavin’s expression, filled with wonder, before he tips his head back. He gives one last thrust, and I know he’s followed me over the edge.

I hold tightly to him, not daring to move until he returns from Orgasm Land. Down on the stage below, the band announces their final number. Slowly, he opens his eyes and looks down at me. He flashes a cocky grin and raises an eyebrow. I know he’s waiting for me to say it.

“You win,” I admit. “I’ll take the dogs out in the morning. But now I’m wondering—”

Knock. Knock.

The knob turns, but then the lock catches.

“Excuse me, Mr. Black? Can you unlock the door?” the server calls through the door. “We like to keep the exits unlocked during shows.”

“Just a minute,” he calls. He gently lowers me to the ground. He takes his time releasing me as if needing to be certain I won’t fall over. Then he reaches for his clothes.

“Tell me,” he says, pulling on his boxers. “Before I let the stadium staff in, what are you wondering?”

“I’m wondering if you’re this good in a plain old bed, where the only threat of discovery has four legs, not two.”

The look he gives me as he drinks in the sight of my naked body … The pure hunger in his gaze … I can hear the impatient server on the other side of the door, but still, I’m not rushing to pull my jeans and shirt back on. Not when he’s is looking at me like that.

I’ve worked hard to feel comfortable in my own skin. I forced myself to stop worrying if anyone else approved of how I look.

“Kayla?” He’s pulling on his shirt and making quick work of the buttons. “I love seeing you naked.”

The rush of joy at hearing those words rivals my orgasm. I’ve spent so much time trying to feel happy with myself that I never stopped to think that someone else might approve too.

He picks up my jeans and shirt. Then he holds them out to me. “But that doesn’t mean I’m willing to share the sight with our waiter.”

“Okay.” It’s all I can manage as I scramble into my clothes.

Gavin ties his dress shoes and then heads for the door. He pauses halfway across the space. “Once I’m done convincing our waiter that we weren’t up to anything illegal in here, I’ll take you home and show you what we can do in a plain, old bed.”

CHAPTER 16

GAVIN

I’ve had sex in my apartment before.

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