Page 55 of View With Your Heart

“Feel good?” I quietly ask.

“You have no idea,” she replies, still shocked.

“Oh, I have some idea,” I reply as she glides up and down, taking her time to pull me inside her. Her expression shifts. A slow smile of pleasure fills her face. “You’re so beautiful.”

Britton bites her lip and moves faster, taking me deeper. The only sound between us is the sound of us coming together and the soft intake of our breath. She moves over me like liquid, fluid like a dancer. She’s stealing my heart just like she did all those years ago. I’ve never been with anyone like this since her.

“Gavin.” My name catches in her throat, and she moves faster, finding the spot she needs, increasing the friction against her clit. “Gavin, I’m gonna . . .”

My hips buck, encouraging her to take what she wants from me. “Get there,” I plead, struggling to hold back.

“I never . . . this doesn’t happen.”

“It’s happening,” I tell her, letting her work my body however she needs.

After one more groan of my name, she stills, head falling back, hair tumbling down her spine. Her thighs spread over my hips as if she can take me deeper. She slides up my dick one more time before falling back down, holding herself pinned to me. She clenches me, milking me, and I’m ready to come undone.

When I’m certain she’s satisfied, I flip her over, rocking into her.

“God, I’ve missed you,” I whine, driving into her.

“When?” she teases.

“All day,” I murmur as I move faster, bucking harder. Speeding up, we clap together until I can’t take anymore. Tension rushes to my balls, and I still, spilling into her, releasing as I’ve never come before. Eventually, I collapse over her, tucking my head into her neck. Our breaths come in exaggerated pulls and short puffs.

“And all my life,” I admit under the influence of her body underneath mine.

“All your life what?” she says.

“I’ve been missing you.”

Take 19

Scene: Cottage Bedroom (continued)

[Britton]

His words are too much, and slowly it catches up to me what we did. I had sex with Gavin Scott—again. When I promised myself it would never happen, it has, and I attribute the moment to being caught up in the near-miss of an accident. Only, I’m not quick to push him out of my bed. I roll to face him as he lies on his back, looking up at the ceiling as if trying to process what we’ve done.

“Theo will be home soon,” I warn. Then it occurs to me Gavin doesn’t have a car. He turns his head to face me as if having the same thought.

“Let me stay,” he whispers, his dark eyes searching mine. I shouldn’t. Everything in me tells me he should leave, but I don’t want him to go. It might be difficult to accept what we’ve done, but I’ll feel worse if he rushes out my door.

“I’ll need to sneak you out in the morning.” Gavin gives me a slow grin as it’s the kind of thing we had to do when I was a teen, living here with my uncle. Some nights Gavin would sneak into my room, which is now Gee’s, and spend the night just holding me in my twin bed. In the early mornings, he’d sneak out, but I don’t think we ever fooled Leo or Gertie.

Gavin rolls to mirror my body and kisses the tip of my nose. “Bathroom?”

I point at a door on the other side of my bed, and Gavin hops up to dispose of the condom. It was awkward asking him if he had one. I hadn’t thought about something like that for over ten years, but he didn’t seem to mind, and I don’t want to question him about readily having one in his wallet. However, I do tease him.

“How old was that thing?” It’s meant to be a joke, but on second thought, I worry he keeps them convenient for spontaneous moments.

“Would you be nervous if it’s been in there since I was twenty-five?”

I laugh. “Just a little bit.”

“I would have loved to go without,” he admits, and my head pops up to watch him crawl back on the bed.

“What about . . .?” God, this is even more awkward, and the timing doesn’t seem appropriate, but I’ve already put it out there, and Gavin quickly answers.