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“Then let me do it right. Let me give you the moment.”
His fingers found her clit at the same time he claimed her mouth in a punishing kiss, and she nearly flew off the bed at the intimacy of both.
“Oh.” The word hummed out of her and into his mouth, and she thrust against his hand, greedy for more. Gavin kissed her with purpose, exploring every inch to see what she liked, and she bowed up to meet him, experiencing the kiss in every part of her body just like she’d tasted the wine. Each movement, each breath that moved seamlessly from his body to hers, then back again, pulsed through her, hot and deliberate.
He paired the slow kisses with firm, deliberate touches between her thighs, then traded off with harder kisses to her mouth and lighter strokes on her clit to create beautiful, unbearable tension. Oh, God, the way he touched her set Sloane on fire in ways she’d only written about. He seemed to memorize her on the spot, paying such close attention to nuances that she herself hadn’t even recognized, as if they were both unraveling them together. The catch of her breath when he ran his teeth over her earlobe. The moan that tore from her throat when he circled the pad of his finger over her clit, again and again. The feel of his mouth as he pressed a wicked smile to her lips. Sensations rushed to the surface, propelled by the deepest parts of her, and Gavin quickened his pace in response to her pleasured gasps for more.
“Gavin…please don’t stop.Please, I—”
The realization that she was truly on the razor’s edge of an orgasm hit Sloane like rising from the bottom of the ocean, with the shimmering surface tantalizingly close. His lips parted over her neck, his mouth so close to her ear that he brushed the hyper-sensitive skin there.
“Oh, sweetheart. There is nothing in the world that could keep me from making you come right now.”
Just like that, the bright, beautiful tension coiling through Sloane came wildly undone. Sensation, dark and rich and forbidden, came at her from every direction, and she gasped for air as if her lungs were brand-new. For a moment, she felt wrapped tightly in nothing and everything all at the same time.
Sweet God in heaven, ifthiswas what she’d been missing out on, she had some serious catching up to do. Like, right goddamn now and six times in a row.
“Please, let me touch you,” she whispered when she could speak again. Want began rebuilding under Sloane’s skin, just as relentless as it had been the first time, and she slid her hands down the lean expanse of his chest.
“You don’t have to.” Gavin’s voice was gravel over satin, prickling all the way down her neck as he kissed her. “It’s fine if we don’t—”
“But I want to,” Sloane said, pushing her fingers against his lips. “I wantyou.”
Arching up, she pushed her way to sitting. With a quick reach and twist, the zipper of her dress hit the small of her back and the silk fell away from her body in an inky pool. She slipped it the rest of the way off in one fluid pull.
“You’re a goddamn banquet. Do you know that?” He reached out, skimming her waist with patient fingers, and the deliberate touch made her shiver.
It’s the journey, not the destination.
But Sloane wanted the destination so badly, she could taste it.
She dodged him gracefully before coming back around to push him to his back against the bed. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
She undid his pants, removing them with a few well-placed tugs, and swung her body over his to straddle his lap. Only the thin cotton of his boxers stood between them, and he thrust his cock against the cradle of her hips in an agonizing promise. Another thrust, and a moan spilled from Sloane’s lips. She pushed back, enhancing the friction, desperate for more.
Gavin tightened his hands over her hips, guiding her into a steady rhythm, and oh, God, she couldn’t stand it anymore. She leaned over him, placing her palms on his shoulders and covering his bare chest with her own, not stopping the movement between them. The slide of his fabric-clad cock, so hard against her soft, sensitive pussy, sent her breath tripping through her lungs.
“Gavin, I don’t want to wait. I want to—”
The unmistakable chime of a cell phone interrupted her without ceremony.
For a split second, time froze, and Sloane floated, suspended in the dark, hazy need of the moment. Then reality careened into her senses, pasting the rest of her words to her throat.
“Sloane, I’m so sorry. It might be Bree. I have to get this.” In one economical move, Gavin lifted her gently from his lap and unearthed his cell phone from his discarded pants. He spoke in hushed tones, and although she tried not to eavesdrop, it was damn near impossible since he was sitting right next to her.
“Okay, that’s fine. Make sure Jeannie waits with you until I get there, okay?” He paused. “I know you’ll be fine, Bree. I’ll be there shortly.”
Sloane’s face heated with stark realization. Of course. It had been easily an hour, maybe even an hour and a half since Bree had left with Jeannie and the girls. How could she have possibly lost track of that?
Forgetting her troubles was one thing. Going so far over the line that reality was a distant memory was quite another.
There wasn’t enough damage control in the world to kill this much awkward. She needed to get out of there, and fast. Sloane reached for her dress, shaking it from its puddle of silk on the floor.
“Sloane.” Gavin’s quiet sincerity froze her movements against her will. God dammit, sitting here, naked and vulnerable as hell, was so not on her agenda.
Why couldn’t she make herselfmove?
“That was Bree.” He sounded truly torn, but it did nothing to ease the weird feelings swirling about in Sloane’s chest.
