Chapter 18
Charlotte
As we walk out, Gavin holds the door open for me. “Thank you,” I say, “but I’m going to have to pass on lunch, honey.”
Gavin laughs. “What? Ol’ Pattycakes in there thought we were the bride and groom. It was too perfect not to have fun with it.”
“Is that what that was in there?” I ask. “Fun?”
“Sure,” he shrugs.
“Your kind of fun, maybe,” I say as I march to my car to throw my things into the passenger seat.
“Tell me something,” Gavin says, suddenly standing right behind me, trapping me between my car and his solid frame. “What exactly is your idea of fun?”
“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” I say.
“Well, I think it’s completely my business,” he argues.
“Oh really? How do you figure?” I snap.
“Because, thanks to my son’s fiancée, you are their wedding planner, which means we will be around each other. It would be nice if you weren’t a big grump the entire time!” he snaps back.
“I am not a grump,” I say, standing as tall as I can, but it doesn’t make me any bigger. It only pushes us closer together, pressing my chest against his. My nipples are brushing against his abs, and it’s not exactly doing me any favors right now. Not as far as winning this argument goes, anyway.
“You are a grump,” he repeats. “With a capital G.”
“Is that so?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“Well, you know what I think about that?” I ask.
“I don’t really care,” he says.
“I think you are all charm and no action,” I say, and he laughs. “Better to be a grump with a capital G than a charmer with a capital C.”
“If I’m that bad, then why did you sleep with me?” he asks.
“Because that’s what a charmer does. They take advantage—”
“Take advantage?” He laughs again, rolling his head back. “Says the poorly dressed girl who approached me at the bar practically begging to get laid. We had chemistry, and you know it.”
“I don’t believe in chemistry,” I tell him.
“Doesn’t make it any less real,” he says, shaking his head.
God. How is he so attractive? The man is simply shaking his head, and I can’t stop staring at him. Not at his flawless jawline. Not at his dramatic eyebrows. Not at the flecks of gray in his hair.
Charlotte! Focus!
“Well, I regret it,” I say once I am capable of words.
“Really?” he asks with a smirk. Meanwhile, his eyes are wild. “Both times?”
“I only slept with you once,” I say.
“Yes, but you screamed twice,” he says. “I can make you do it again.”
“Oh, you think so?” I ask, knowing full well it would be a mistake.
Gavin steps forward and presses me back against the car. His hard body right against the front of my body.
“What do you think you are doing?” I demand.
“What does it matter?” he asks. “There’s no chemistry between us. It’s not real, remember?”
He’s making me eat my own words. And meanwhile, the thing of his that is very much real is rubbing against the part of me that is trying to ignore him and failing.
“Gavin, I swear to God.”
“You believe in God?” he cuts me off, pressing harder. “God, but not chemistry. Yet here you are, sweating, breathing heavily, lips parted, nipples hard.”
“That’s not chemistry,” I quiver stubbornly.
“No? Is it attraction?”
“Absolutely not,” I lie.
“Are you sure?” Gavin asks, softly cupping my cheeks in his palms and tilting my head back. My lips part involuntarily. My entire body is fully consenting, betraying my better senses. “Because you don’t seem so sure.”
I think he might kiss me, but he doesn’t. His hands trail down my neck, over my collarbones, caressing the swell of my breasts, pausing momentarily to tease my nipples. That’s all it takes for my hips to jerk up towards him, grinding against his cock.
I moan. No words. Just a moan. Gavin smirks.
“We can’t do this,” I tell him. I still have my pussy pressed firmly against his granite-hard dick.
“Why not?” he asks. “Who’s stopping us?”
“We’re in public,” I whimper, leaning forward more so that his cock rubs right against my clit, sending a thousand volts of heat through my thighs.
“So what? No one is paying attention, and we aren’t actually doing anything,” he says, bringing his hands back to my face.
“People might walk by,” I say. But I don’t want to stop, and I don’t want him to stop. In my head, I try to come up with reasons we should stop. I can think of nothing, and I don’t care because I am distracted by Gavin.
“And as far as they’re concerned, we’re just kissing,” he says before he covers my mouth with his.
I give into him willingly, my lips parting, inviting his tongue inside my mouth to dance with mine.
It’s slow and intentional, and I don’t realize what I’m doing with my hips.
Gavin is just standing there, but I am grinding slowly and discreetly against his cock, finding a delicious rhythm.
“Do you like that?” he asks in a low, gruff whisper.
“Mm…” I respond.
“Do you like how hard I am for you?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say.
“Are you going to come for me?” he asks.
“I don’t…I don’t know if I–”
“You’re going to come for me,” he rephrases, and my body overrides my mind. I don’t want to give in to him, but I need to give in to this. My legs begin shaking as I press my body closer to his cock. I part my lips and lose focus, kissing him and having a public, stand-up orgasm at the same time.
My hands clasp his biceps, and my fingers dig into his skin. A smirk crawls across his lips as he stares down at me, our faces still less than an inch apart.
As the orgasm rushes over me, the moans escaping my lips escalate, threatening to get even louder. Gavin covers my mouth with his, swallowing my scream of pleasure behind his smug lips.
Slowly we pull apart, and he steps back. He wipes his lips with his thumb and grins.
“No chemistry, huh?” he asks before walking away.