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Their kiss became as pure as his words, and once again, Gavin found himself completely caught up in her. The lush bow of her mouth, the way she fit against him like two pieces of a puzzle, the vibration of her sigh when he finally gave in and kissed her hard, the way he knew she liked it. He’d known he wanted her the minute her heard her voice on the phone tonight, like a beacon in the middle of his still-roiling emotions.
He just hadn’t known he wanted her to stay.
Gavin guided her down the hall and through his bedroom door, not stopping until they’d reached his bed. He undressed Sloane slowly, his cock growing harder at the way that she had a different response for every touch, every taste. And each one of her answers made him desperate to pleasure her, not just for the physical satisfaction, but to show her firsthand what he saw when he looked at her. He moved with care, paying attention to every inch of her body, listening to each nuance with his hands and mouth. Only when he was certain he wouldn’t last another second did he let his hands travel over her thighs, parting them wide with both palms.
“Gavin,” Sloane begged, squirming under his touch. He slid his thumb to her clit, where it easily glided over her hot, slick skin. Another swirl of his thumb, and she wrapped her fingers around the biceps of his free arm, digging her nails in with a bite that made him so hard, he moaned right along with her. She stared at him, her crystal blue eyes flashing in the moonlight overflowing past the blinds.
“I need you inside of me. No more waiting.”
Her words were soft, more of an admission than a sexy demand. She pushed herself up to sitting, gently lifting the hem of his T-shirt over his head. Sloane’s hands moved over him like smoldering coals, just yearning for something to touch to make them burst into flame, and when she stroked his cock over his jeans, he let out an involuntary shudder. “Please, Gavin. Let me have you.”
He couldn’t say no even if he wanted to. And the only thing he wanted was Sloane.
Between the two of them, the rest of his clothes never had a chance. Gavin paused only long enough to take a condom from the drawer on his bedside table, kissing her just briefly before settling against the cradle of her hips. She angled her body closer, thrusting against the underside of his dick just once before letting her thighs fall wider, and he pushed into her pussy in one smooth stroke. For a second, he couldn’t breathe. The only thing he could register was the tight, wet pressure gripping his cock and how insanely good it felt. But then Sloane started to move, sliding back so he could thrust back home to meet her, and oh, fuck. Oh,fuck.
She was perfect.
Wrapping one hand around her hip and bracing his weight on his opposite forearm, Gavin searched for a rhythm that wouldn’t end this encounter far too quickly. Sloane answered every one of his movements with a dare to go further, to go faster and harder, to let go and take her completely, and he complied without thinking. The more she cried out, the more he gave her and the more she gave right back, over and over until Gavin swore he could drown in the sheer heat of fucking her. Sloane’s pussy tightened, her inner muscles clamping down as she cried out, and the sound sent a familiar sensation right to the base of his spine. He rode the razor’s edge of his orgasm for a long, breathless second before it smashed into him, forcing him to stillness inside her pussy as the intensity of it stripped him bare and filled him up all at once.
Sloane reached up, threading her arms around his sweat-slicked shoulders, and pulled him down so his forehead rested on hers, kissing him with soft flutters of her lips.
“Thank you.” She sealed the whisper with another bare touch of her mouth to his, and he settled onto his side to look at her, surprised.
“For what?”
She kissed the shock from his face. “For finding me.”
In thirty-two years, Gavin had never felt anything that even touched this, in bed or out. And even though it scared the shit out of him, as they lay together, still kissing quietly on the bed sheets, he knew he wouldn’t stop wanting it anytime soon.
21
Gavin had been a man of his word when he’d said he was going to make her come in every room of the house, a fact that Sloane didn’t find herself bemoaning in the least. After all, honest men weren’t exactly a dime a dozen.
And neither were men who made her feel that good, that many times. As a matter of fact, Gavin bypassed being a rarity in that department and went straight for being the one and only. He’d been as incredible out of bed as he’d been in it, as if he could bypass the layers of her tough exterior and see right through to who she really was. Not only had he unearthed her, but he’d polished what he found to a flawless shine.
Sloane knew she should run, but it felt too damned good not to.
“I’m pretty sure these are yours.” Gavin arched a brow at her from the side of the couch, holding her red satin panties in his hand. Late-morning sunlight streamed in through the foyer windows, illuminating the living room with a soft glow that made what they’d just done on the couch all the more naughty.
“Mmm. I’m starting to think there’s not much point in putting them back on,” she speculated on a blissful sigh. Gavin had been all too happy to prove over and again that he was a quick study when it came to learning every curve of her by heart, and she’d never felt so good in her life.
He placed a soft kiss on her mouth, holding the garment in question just out of reach. “Are you sure? Because I was kind of looking for an excuse to remove them with my teeth later. But if you want to go without…”
“Fork ’em over.” Sloane popped up from the cushions, her movements suddenly quick and agile. Proper motivation waseverything.
Gavin chuckled, and the sound beat a nonstop path to her chest. “I thought you said you weren’t easy.”
“I’m also not stupid.” She slid into her panties while he pulled a pair of sweatpants over his boxers. He looked just as comfortable and composed after a night full of ridiculously hot sex as he did walking out the door to go to work, but it only ratcheted her desire to ruffle him even higher.
“You want some coffee?” He inclined his head toward the kitchen, and she jumped on the chance for both the pick-me-up and the distraction.
“Oh, God, yes.” Sloane let a good-natured laugh fall from her lips as she buttoned her shirt, letting it fall over the tops of her bare legs as she padded behind him to the kitchen. She watched carefully as Gavin put some water on to boil. God, it was so like him to be meticulous about something as simple as morning caffeination.
She grinned, gesturing to the French press on the counter. “So, what’s with the fancy coffee thing? You can’t brew java like the rest of us?”
“It tastes better this way,” he said. Even though he measured the coffee beans by sight as he poured them into the grinder in front of him, Sloane was willing to bet there was a very precise method going on in his head. She waited out the metallic buzz of the bean grinder before answering.
“I’m all for a great cup of coffee, but this is pretty time-consuming. You really think it’s worth it?” she asked, propping her elbows over the cold, sleek granite of the breakfast bar.
