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Lame.
“Get that look off your face, Luna,” Gavin says, and I jerk my head back to look at him. He has his shirt off already, and my mouth goes dry.
“What look?” I ask, watching as he kicks off his boots. Somehow his socks come off easily and the way he does it, it seems sexy—nothing like how I’m sure I looked. I stare down at his bare feet wondering how he manages to make even them look sexy. Gavin says I’m out of his league, but it’s clear that he’s out of mine.
“That one that says you’re worrying too much,” he says, softly, as he pushes his jeans down his body.
Heat moves through my veins at the sight of him standing there in nothing but his boxers. I guess guys aren’t supposed to be beautiful, but he so is. I let out a dreamy sigh, because I can’t stop myself. Gavin laughs, and I know he heard me. I would probably blush, if my skin wasn’t already as red as a tomato. I force myself to drag my eyes back to his face and take in his smile. When his hands move to his boxers, it feels like I’m being hit with a thousand volts of electricity.
I’m not sure I’m ready for this…
“Umm…maybe keep the boxers on for now?” I mumble, my voice sounding as freaked out as I probably look because my nerves are definitely getting the better of me.
He walks unhurriedly to the bed, the same gentle smile on his face, and he gets in the bed with me.
“You’ve got to quit worrying, Luna. Everything is going to be okay,” he murmurs, as I lean up on my elbow to look at him. His hand snakes under my hair to hold the side of my neck and then he kisses me.
I gasp, inhaling and breathing him in as his tongue takes over my mouth, my lungs are filled with the earthy, musky scent of Gavin, and I relax into his kiss.
He’s right.
Everything is going to be okay.
Better than okay.
Gavin will make it amazing…
Chapter Fifty Three
Gavin
God, there’s something about kissing Luna that makes it feel like I’m flying, soaring high above the clouds. Her mouth is so sweet, her moans so tempting and sexy, her actions tentative and heated with desire… she’s everything I could dream of and so much more. There’s no way to put what she does to me in words.
I just know she owns me.
I kiss her until she’s squirming against me, her body moving, pushing into me, wanting more. My breathing is ragged, because I’m as hungry as she seems to be. When our lips break apart, I kiss down the side of her neck, raking my teeth against the soft skin. Her head tilts to give me access, as she whimpers my name. Her fingers bite into my sides, so harshly that it’s almost painful—but then, that’s a welcome pain. Luna hungry for me? Holding onto me tightly while her eyes are closed, letting me do whatever I want to her?
Definitely welcomed.
“Gavin,” she moans when my hand reaches under her shirt to cup her breast.
I squeeze it gently, feeling her nipple pressing against my palm. My cock is so hard that I’m surprised it doesn’t rip through my boxers. I need to hold on until I make sure Luna gets pleasure from this, but I better start moving faster. If I don’t, I’ll end up coming just like this and that can’t happen.
“I’m only going to do what you’re comfortable with, Luna.”
“Gavin—”
“I mean it. You’re the one in control here, Moonbeam.” I watch as she fights her nerves and nods her head in agreement. “Can I take your shirt off?’
“I’m such a freak,” she mumbles, reaching down to grab her shirt. In the end, we both lift it over her head, and I let it fall to the floor beside the bed.
“You’re perfect, Luna. So fucking perfect.”
“I’m a mor—”
I kiss her so she’ll quit feeling bad. I don’t want that. Tonight is only about making her feel good. She gets lost in the kiss and I fight to keep my head, needing to make sure she’s completely lost in passion. I undo her bra during the kiss, my movements uncoordinated as I work blindly under the covers.
“Gavin…” Luna whispers as we break apart.
“Close your eyes and just feel, Luna. Just feel.”
I kiss down her neck then lower, seeking her breast and latch onto her nipple. I’m rewarded with her moan, her body softening underneath me. My hand moves down her stomach, teasing the soft skin as I flatten my tongue and stroke it against her hard nipple.
“That feels good.” Her moan makes me smile almost as much as when I feel her fingers push into my hair and she pulls my head downward against her breast, needing more. I take that as my cue that she’s ready.
