Page 81 of The Woman with the Handcuffs

“Feels better, doesn’t it?” he asked, smirking at me as he reached for my shoulders, rubbing at the tension riding them.

I sucked in another breath and exhaled, but it caught on a little mewling sound when Gav’s thumbs pressed into the back of my neck.

His gaze shot to mine, curiosity and something hinting at hunger in his dark eyes.

He worked his fingers up, tracing them across the bottom of my skull before he grabbed my claw clip, releasing my hair, then letting his fingers gently glide against my scalp.

There was no helping my reaction.

He’d found my most sensitive erogenous zone.

My forehead fell into him as my body went lax, all the tension leaving in a wave as he worked his magic fingers across my scalp.

It wasn’t long, though, before the relief built up into an entirely different sensation.

Little jolts of pleasure worked their way down my spine, spread through my chest, journeyed lower.

Feeling the change in me, Gav’s hand flattened and gathered some of my hair, pulling me backward just enough for his lips to claim mine.

It was slow and soft at first, the moment strangely heavy and intimate.

But it wasn’t long before the need was growing within us. Before my mind was tracking each brush of fingers, each shudder of his breath.

I slid my busted arm around his neck, pulling him flush against me, groaning when I felt his cock against my belly.

Gav’s hands started to roam then too, sliding over my shoulder, down my back, then sank into my ass, pulling me more firmly against him.

There was no slowing things down then.

His hand slid between us, slipping into my panties and working me with a practiced familiarity, already knowing exactly what I needed.

Only this time, his fingers just weren’t enough.

My lips broke from his, my face in his neck.

“Gav, please,” I begged, reaching down to cup him through his pants.

He didn’t need more than that.

His hand shifted, grabbed my panties, and yanked them down my legs. My own hand moved, working his button and zipper free, then reaching inside. But before I could even close my hand around his length, he was dropping down to his knees.

Grabbing my leg, he guided it over his shoulder, then his mouth was on me.

I fisted my hand in his hair, my hips rocking against his mouth as he started to drive me up.

Desire twisted sharp and needy as my soft whimpers grew louder with each passing moment.

But it still wasn’t enough.

My fingers twisted and pulled until the sharp sting against his scalp had him slowly getting back to his feet.

This time, I wasted no time reaching in to free him, stroking him a few times before he brushed my hand away to slide on protection.

He reached down, grabbing my leg, then spreading it wide against the cold wall.

He stepped inward and a shiver coursed through me as his length slid against the core of me.

Gav exhaled hard, his eyes molten as he shifted his hips.