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Eight
His hand returnedto its position below my bra, and I paused. His eyes locked on mine, asking permission. He wanted to touch me, and there was nothing more in the world I wanted at that moment.
I took my hands off him and pulled at my shirt. A second later, he helped me take it off. He stared down at my exposed body, and even though he’d seen me in a bikini several times, this felt different. So much more intimate.
He bit his lower lip and pressed his thumb to the bottom edge of the band and followed the curve of the fabric to the center, then continued under the other cup. I let him take his time, savoring the sensation and memorizing his face as he memorized me.
This was it. This was as far as I’d gone with any of them. This was the line I thought was my limit, but it wasn’t. Not anymore. Not with him. Gwyn’s words came to mind. There was plenty between kissing and sex, and I wanted to explore that with Gavin.
I slid my hand along the bed, and Gavin trailed it with his eyes. I arched my back, pressing into him, and unhooked my bra. When I pulled my hand back, taking the slim piece of fabric to show him what I’d done, his eyes widened. I continued watching him as I crossed my arm over my chest and pushed the strap over my shoulder, then repeated the move on the opposite side. There. My bra was lying loose over my breasts, waiting for him to remove it. I needed him to make this decision. I needed to know this was what he wanted.
His eyes flashed to mine, full of heat and wonder. I smiled and felt his breath catch. His tongue peeked out and ran over his bottom lip. His knees pulled up, so he was straddling me. I got a full view of his naked chest and abs and sucked in a breath. He was so beautiful. So sexy.
His eyes were staring down at my bra like it was a puzzle to be solved. I knew a million thoughts were running through his mind. There always were, and I wanted him to stop. To only think of here and now. I took his hand and pulled it to my mouth and pressed a kiss to his palm.
He sucked in a breath and met my gaze. “Are you sure?”
I nodded and grinned at him. “Yes.”
His brows furrowed, and he placed his hands on my waist, then his thumbs slipped under the edge of my bra. He swallowed and slowly lifted it away and tossed it off his bed.
The sudden air on my breast combined with the raw feeling of being exposed almost had me crossing my arms, but the look of awe and appreciation and love on his face kept me in place.
“Ave.” His voice was barely a whisper as he drank me in. His hands rose along my ribs until he was cupping me. He let out a heavy breath and ran his thumb over my peaks. I closed my eyes as a gasp escaped my lips.
There was nothing like this. No greater pleasure than the feeling of his hands on me. Nothing between us.
His grip tightened slightly, and I pressed against him, completely giving myself over to the urges inside.
“Fuck,” he whispered and teased me again, squeezing and massaging.
I was nearly panting when warmth encircled my right breast. I looked down to see his mouth on me and moaned. His tongue flicked my hard nipple, and I dug my fingers into his shoulders.
He kneaded the other side while his mouth explored and enjoyed. When his tongue did that magical move again, my hips bucked, pressing against a hard length.
I let out a cry when his mouth disappeared only to land on my left. He repeated his tender sucking and licking. When his teeth pinched my peak, I saw stars. He rolled his jaw back and forth while I arched up as if he needed better access.
“Gavin,” I gasped and dragged my finger across his lower back. He responded by pressing his hips against mine. The pressure made me throw my head back against the bed. He lifted his head, his eyes heavy with lust. I pulled him up, needing to kiss him more than I needed my next breath.
He matched my enthusiasm while continuing to squeeze and rub my breasts until I forgot where we were. All there was left was me and him.
His hips shifted against me, again reminding me of how much more there was to explore, and I reached for his waistband, but he pulled away, panting.
“Ave.” He trailed his finger along my cheek and jaw.
I gazed up at him, wanting this moment to last forever.
“I can’t,” he finally said.
“Can’t?” I repeated, confused.
“If we keep going, I’m not sure I can stop myself.”
I pulled my brows together, and he looked down between us to his obvious desire to keep going.
“I’m not sure I’m ready for that,” he admitted. “And I don’t have protection.”
My mind cleared. “I do.”
