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“Not in the slightest.” His fingers trail up my leg, further than before, leaving a wake of goose bumps, the edge of his thumb gently pressing between my thighs. And try as I might, I’m having a hard time remembering the reason I should say no to his advances. Besides, it’s only one date, right?

CHAPTER FOUR

gavin

My cock throbs. Not once has it subsided since Genevieve walked through the restaurant doors. If anything, sitting pinned beside her in the leather booth made it turn to steel. Throughout our dinner and drinks, I am losing my goddamn mind in real-time. I sit here like a man possessed, laser-focused on every movement of her plush, mouthwatering body.

I watch her sip her espresso martini, her light blue eyes darkening under the dim lighting.

I watch her take soft, delicate bites of her food, full lips parting, and when a bit of sauce catches on the tip of her finger, she brings it to her mouth to lick it clean.

I watch every single thing she does.

And almost lose my self-control in doing so, my jaw locks so hard, my teeth ache. Dessert, though… Jesus, fuck, dessert nearly has me growling out loud. Genevieve eating a dark chocolate torte, the smooth confection gliding over her pink tongue, yeah, it makes me snap. I can’t stop myself. I reach over, grip her jaw in the palm of my hand, and pull her mouth to mine. I kiss her, taking her completely, tasting her sweet lips, and all it does is make me desperate for more. If anyone were to pull the drape to the side, they’d catch me practically mauling her. It’s indecent what my mouth is doing to hers.

“Christ, that was some kiss.” I force myself to pull back before I tear off her dress. The bill is waiting on the table, and to keep myself from taking this further, I sign the slip, leaving a hefty tip, and slide out of the booth. I stand, unable to do anything about my cock, and it being practically at Genevieve’s eye level makes me want to unzip my pants, wrap my hand around my length, and feed it to her hot little mouth. I don’t, even when she’s looking at me with hunger written in her eyes. I offer her my hand instead.

When she shifts to slide out of the booth, the hem of her little dress rides up even further. For one split second, the angle reveals the faint, delicate edge of her lace-covered cunt tucked between those soft, thick thighs. Blood roars in my ears, and a groan escapes me. My knuckles turn white as I clench my fists to keep from hauling her ass onto the table and pushing her thighs open to bury my head between them.

“You show me what I want like that again, Genevieve,” I say, my voice a deep, possessive rumble. Once she’s fully on her feet, standing flush against my chest, I lean down until my lips brush the shell of her ear, my breath tickling her skin. “And I’m liable to take you right here on the table, public restaurant be damned.”

She gaps. A gorgeous pink flush coats her neck as her eyes meet mine. I don’t give her time to recover. I wrap my hand around her waist, palming the curve of her hip, and guide her through the busy dining room. My cock is so goddamn hard, I’ll have a zipper imprint by the time the night is over, and I have to use her body to shield my length from the view of others as we walk through the restaurant. Every time her ass brushes against my length, a fresh wave of desire is sent straight down my spine.

We finally make it through the doors and out into the crisp night air. I take her jacket from her, holding it open for her to slip her arms into the sleeves. Genevieve’s dark hair spills over the collar, and I rest my hands on her shoulders, not ready to let her go just yet.

“I’m not ready for the evening to end yet, Genevieve.” My thumb strokes the side of her neck. “Come home with me.”

“I really can’t, Gavin. I have a super early morning, and I need at least a few hours of sleep.” She turns around, looking up at me.

“Fine.” I grit my teeth, hating the answer, but keep my cool. “At least let me escort you home.”

“No,” she says entirely too fast, stepping back a half an inch with a small, defiant incline of her chin. “You won’t leave, and then you’ll know where I live.” A low chuckle scrapes at my throat. I step right back into her space, my tall frame towering over her, my eyes locked on hers.

“Baby girl, if you think I won’t know your address, your phone number, and everything else about you by the end of the night, you have another thing coming.” My tone is dripping with authority. It has her eyes widening and my mouth opening. “But,” I continue, resting my hand at the small of her back, pressing her forward, “since you won’t spend more time with me or allow me to take you home myself, my driver will take you.”

Before she can argue, I cup the back of her head, lift her face up, and claim her mouth. My tongue sinks past her lips, drinking her in, tasting the lingering sweetness of the dark chocolate and the sharp kick of her espresso martini. Genevieve breathes a soft sigh into my mouth, and I swallow it down. Her small hands clutch the front of my suit jacket as her body melts into mine, and for one devastatingly perfect moment, I have her completely to myself. When I finally break the kiss, we’re both breathing heavily as my thumb traces her damp lower lip.

“While I’m going to be fucking miserable sitting at home alone in an empty house tonight...” I mutter, my eyes holding hers, “I’m glad you’re thinking about your safety.”

“Yeah, well…” She takes a quick breath. “Except now your driver will know where I live and will report back to you. But I guess that’s okay.” She has a sharp wit, giving me shit right back.

“Is it?” I’m entertained by the about face.

“It is.” She points a manicured finger at my chest. “Because I know if even so much as a single hair on my head is hurt, my girlfriends will come after you and kick your dick right into the dirt. Then there are Rafe, Dom, Vik, Dante, and Nolan. There’s no telling what they’ll do with their big brother barbaric tendencies.”

“Duly noted.” I let out a sharp bark of laughter, a smile spreading across my face at her parting shot. My driver pulls the sleek black sedan to the curb. He steps out to hold the door open for her, but I wave him off and do it myself. I guide her body, my hand finding its place on her lower back until she reaches the vehicle.

“Good night, Gavin.” She looks over her shoulder as she moves into the backseat, her fucking dress hitching up once more, and I’m greeted with another view of her smooth, plush thigh under the streetlight.

“Good night, baby girl. Sleep tight.” I close the door, resting my hand on the roof for a moment. She looks at me through the window, and I tap the metal, alerting my driver he’s good to take off. The car pulls away into the city traffic, leaving me standing alone on the sidewalk in the cool night air. I adjust my jacket. My cock still aches relentlessly in my pants. I already know how the rest of my night is going to go. The second I get home, I’m going to strip out of my clothes, head straight for the shower, and use my own hand to take care of an ache that Genevieve created. If that doesn’t work, well, I’m not above calling her and telling her exactly what I’ll do to her the next time she’s within reaching distance. I might have to do it anyway, if only to hear that pretty catch in her throat. Fuck, I like that idea. A whole damn lot.

CHAPTER FIVE

gennie

I’m up entirely too late for a woman who has her alarm set for five o’clock in the morning, and as it is, I don’t think sleep will come easily, like last night when I called Jett. I’m currently tucked beneath my duvet, completely bare beneath the cool cotton sheets, and adrenaline is still thrumming through my body. My skin feels overly sensitive, flush, and humming from a fire Gavin stirred inside me.

To be looked at the way he looked at me tonight—intense, unapologetic, with a hungry desire that’s completely foreign to me. The sensible part of my brain is screaming at me to take things slow, that I probably need more time to lick my wounds from Bryce and his narcissistic tendencies, and maybe some more therapy, too. Especially before letting a man like Gavin Rhodes lay claim to every inch of me. Try telling that to the needy ache between my legs.