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Gavin’s mouth tasted smooth and rich as Sloane pressed her lips against his in a heated rush. Impulse mixed with her sheer desire for more, and she boldly skipped sweet pleasantries in order to get it. Gavin obliged, deepening the kiss to run his teeth over her lower lip with just enough pressure to make her gasp.
“You’ve been killing me all night in this dress.” He sent the words, along with an appreciative exhale, into the ultra-sensitive skin of her neck, and the suggestive glide of his tongue derailed any last shred of rational thought from her brain.
“This dress?” she asked, hooking her thumbs beneath the thin shoulder ribbons to slide them from her body.
Gavin’s rich brown eyes darkened to near-black, but he replaced her hands with his own, stilling her. “This dress is so hot, it’s a fucking fire hazard.”
Slipping the straps to just barely expose the naked expanse of her shoulders, he lowered his head to follow the path forged by his hands. Sloane’s nerve endings sparked and sizzled, igniting sensations not just where he touched her on the surface, but deep within her, like a glimmer of electricity suddenly bursting into a dangerous, white-hot flame.
She wanted more. Right now.
“You’re right. It’s a complete menace,” she said, her voice betraying her shocking level of want. Her nipples beaded into tight points as Gavin trailed kisses over the top curve of her breasts, and she arched into his touch to give him better access.
“A societal threat,” he agreed, answering her intensity by wrapping one arm around her back to hold her steady beneath his eager mouth. Though it was soft, the waterfall of silk on her skin heightened the friction from his hands, and when he skimmed a palm over her breasts, a hot, urgent ache flared to life in her pussy.
Oh, God, he couldn’t possibly…there was no way he could make her—
He slid his hand deep inside her neckline, and every one of Sloane’s thoughts completely shorted out.
Gavin moved the strap of her dress just far enough to expose one nipple, still cradled in black silk. The arm around her back tightened, and he angled his body against hers while he cupped her bare skin. The ache in her pussy became a hot throb as he dipped his mouth lower, trailing over her chest to encircle her nipple. The heat of Gavin’s mouth alternated with the cool contact of his fingers, and he worked her with both in slow, hard strokes. Every touch sent a pulse of heat all the way through her, each one building on the last, and holding back became as impossible as moving the moon.
Sloane didn’t care how much he loved her dress. She wanted more of himright now.
“Oh, God, take it off.” She fumbled for the zipper, briefly considering just tearing the damned thing to have more of him on her, but he captured both of her wrists so quickly, she jerked to a stop.
“No.”
Shock trickled like ice water down her spine. “What?”
Gavin cast a head-to-toe look at her as palpable as any touch. “Your body in that dress is like the Bordeaux. It’s perfect, and I want to savor the hell out of it. Just not in this tiny kitchen.”
Before Sloane could even moan outright, they’d covered the space between the suite’s kitchen and the bedroom, maneuvering various articles of clothing and kissing hastily as they went. She worked quick fingers over his shirttails, freeing them from his pants in one deft move before liberating the buttons and lifting the T-shirt beneath. Gavin’s chest was a perfect match for the hard, lean muscles of his forearms, and Sloane’s attempt to bite back a second moan as he eased her to the bed failed miserably. He trailed one hand up her bare leg, following the side slit of her dress, but his movement screeched to a halt as his palm curled over her hip beneath the silk.
“Jesus. You’re not wearing anything under here.”
“Under this dress? Are you kidding?” The tango dress left nothing to the imagination, including panty lines.
His breath rasped by her ear. “And I thought you were killing me before.”
Gavin nudged the edges of the fabric apart, tracing the curve of her hip before inching over her belly, and Sloane thrust into his touch. She reached out impatiently to snag the button on his pants, but he drew back.
“You said something that day in the restaurant that made me curious.” He brushed his fingers over the skin where her inner thigh met her pussy, frustratingly close and yet miles away from the ache building within her. She made another bid to free him from his only remaining article of clothing, but he dodged her again.
“It’s kind of an odd time for a trip down memory lane, isn’t it?” she asked impatiently, but Gavin didn’t relent.
He moved to put them face to face, dropping a slow touch from his lips to hers. “You said you’ve given yourself every orgasm you’ve ever had, and I want to change that.”
Sloane’s eyes flew open, her surprise complete. Her partners in the past hadn’t beencompletelylacking, and sex was enjoyable enough. But by the time she got really warmed up, well…the game was usually over. She’d long ago chalked it up to just another version ofclose, but not good enough.
She couldn’t come up lacking. Not again.
“Gavin, really, what we’re doing now is fine. I don’t even think—”
He cut her words off with another soft kiss. “This is about really living, right?” His fingers slid over that spot on her inner thigh, and the suggestive contact made her muscles clench and the space between her legs slick with want.
Yes, yes, yes.
Gavin slipped his hand closer to where she desperately needed it, and his seductive smile in the light from the hallway was Sloane’s only clue that she’d murmured the word out loud.
