Chapter Four Gavin
Chapter Four
Gavin
Just when I thought Emily couldn’t get any hotter, she blew that theory out of the park by agreeing to sleep with me under one condition: I would make her come more than twice tonight.
I could accomplish that with just my tongue.
Something I certainly planned to do.
But for now, my hands slid away from her neck and dropped to her waist, pulling her to the end of the counter, where her legs wrapped around me. “We have a deal.”
Her arms circled my shoulders. “You have your work cut out for you, Mr. Worthington.”
Was she really doubting my abilities?
Or challenging me?
Whatever the case was, I liked this side of Emily.
When she’d walked into my condo, I immediately picked up on her shyness. After a drink, that had started to diminish, a confidence coming through. Even more than that, an outwardness. She was sure of what she wanted and seemed sexually adventurous.
I liked that.
I didn’t want to be with a woman who was going to hide her body or cower under the covers or turn out to be a boring participant, wanting things to be over as soon as they started.
I wanted a woman who craved sex as much as I did.
Who needed it to survive.
Who considered it a sport where there were two teams involved and both were willing to compete.
I pressed my forehead against hers. “You should know, I take my work seriously. Whatever the job is, I don’t quit. And whatever the goal is, I crush it.” I moved back to look at her face. She was grinning, just like I anticipated.
“Maybe. But I’ll really believe it when you prove those words to me.”
“Let it be known that if my son wasn’t upstairs, I’d devour you on this counter. I just won’t take the chance of him coming down and catching us.” My hands lifted to the sides of her navel, my thumbs rubbing over her ribs.
I could already tell she had one hell of a fucking body, something I’d known a few seconds after she arrived, but feeling the tightness beneath these scrubs only confirmed it.
“How do you normally hide this kind of stuff from him?”
“I don’t have to. I don’t bring women to my condo.”
“Not ever?” Her brows rose.
“Not ever,” I confirmed. “This is Ben’s home. That’s something I take seriously. You are, and will be, the only exception to that rule.”
“Are you sure you want to make the exception? I would understand if—”
I couldn’t fucking wait another second, that was how badly I wanted her.
My lips landed on hers, and I cupped her face to hold her against me, my tongue sliding through to taste her at the same time I breathed her in. Her scent reminded me of warmth, a mix of coffee and vanilla, like the lattes I made during the cold winter nights.
She knew just how to take in my tongue, how to circle hers around it, her body bending into mine. But this was more than just a kiss. This was Emily showing me what she wanted. This was her giving me what I wanted.
I was out of patience.
I was out of air.
I forced myself back, separating our mouths but still holding her cheeks. With my eyes now locked with hers, I finally answered, “I’m sure I want to make you the exception,” in case the kiss hadn’t proved that to her.
Her chest heaved as though she couldn’t catch her breath. “I love that for me.” She smirked.
Besides, with the way my dick was fucking dying to be inside her, there was no way I could keep that rule tonight.
“We’re going to have to be careful.”
She smiled. “And quiet.”
“Ben’s room isn’t above mine, and the boy could sleep through a fire alarm, but yes, I would prefer it if there wasn’t any screaming.” My hand moved up to her chin. “Are you a screamer, Emily?”
“Depends on how talented you are.” Her eyes narrowed. “What kind of superpowers do you have, Mr. Worthington?”
“They’re going to shock you.” I chuckled. “And you’re really going to have to hold it in.”
“Sounds like someone is confident in his abilities.”
She was a challenging one.
Fuck, that turned me on.
“I’m going to be the best fuck you’ve ever had.”
She leaned in to my face but didn’t put her lips on me. “Prove it to me, Gavin.”
I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. “Here’s the deal. I’m going to have to lock my bedroom door. If Ben knocks, we’re going to have to stop, and you’re going to have to hide. The where-do-babies-come-from talk with my son isn’t happening any time soon.”
“Understandable.”
“So if I send you into my closet, you’ll be good with it?”
“It’s like being in high school all over again and your parents come home unexpectedly—but kinda worse.
” Her front teeth teased her lower lip. “Of course I’m good with it.
” She fanned her fingers over the whiskers of my short beard.
“Lock me up. Make me force myself not to scream.” She rubbed those same lips together. “I’m ready.”
Those words, in her voice, were painfully erotic.
So I wasted no time, lifting her off the counter and tossing her over my shoulder, her stomach the bending point, where her front half was hanging over my back and, from her waist down, she was folded across the front of me.
“Gavin!”
I held her thighs as I walked us out of the kitchen, through the living room to the other side of my condo to the primary bedroom wing.
“I already have you screaming and I’ve barely touched you.” I was smiling, she just couldn’t see it.
She banged my ass with her fists. “That wasn’t a scream. That was me being surprised that you picked me up so easily.”
“Emily, I squat double what you weigh. Maybe triple. You feel like nothing in my arms.”
“Says no man ever—except you.”
I shut my bedroom door and locked it, moving over to the bed, where I set her on the edge. She held on to the lip of the mattress with both hands, staring at me while I pulled off my shirt, tossing the long-sleeve on the floor.
She waved her hand in front of her face. “I’m not going to visually survive this.”
“I’m not even naked yet.”
“And I’m already dying and overheating.”
I pulled at the drawstring of my sweatpants. “Do I need to cool you off?”
“As in a shower?” She nodded. “I’m already envisioning your skin all wet and bubbly and—I can’t even. Yes, please. I want that.”
My only worry was Ben. If he knocked on the door, I wouldn’t hear him if we were in the shower. If he was going to wake up, I didn’t think it would happen any time soon, but I just never knew. Which meant we had to be quick.
I lifted my chin toward her. “Are you going to wear that in the shower?”
She glanced down at her body. “No.”
“Then take it off.” I backed up until I reached the dresser, and I leaned my ass against the edge. “I want to see every inch of your fucking body so I can decide where I want to put my mouth first.”
“Whoa.” She shook her head and untucked her top, lifting it over her head, and once it was in her hand, she flung it toward me.
I caught it, laughing, and tossed it toward my shirt.
She stood, and while she lowered the bottom part of her scrubs, she slipped her feet out of the clogs, along with her socks, and faced me in just her bra and panties.
A set that was lace.
See-through.
And a light-pink color.
I ran my hand over the top of my head. “Fuck me.” I gripped the longer hairs. “You’re unbelievable, Emily.”
“I’m not even naked yet.”
She was using my words, so I was going to use hers. “I’m not going to visually survive this.”
“How about this?” She reached behind her back, and the straps of the bra fell from her shoulders and the lace peeled away, her tits bouncing as they were set free. “Do you still feel the same way?”
I bit down and swore I tasted blood. “Worse.”
She smiled, her eyes gleaming as she pulled at the strings on her hips, dragging them down until the lace dropped and she was stepping out.
“Emily . . .”
There was perfect, and then there was her. She exceeded that word. Fuck, she even doubled it.
A body full of curves and the right amount of thickness with arches of muscle and skin that I could tell was smooth even from all the way over here. This was a woman who hadn’t had anything surgically added or tucked. She worked for this body. She was good to it too.
I didn’t try to hide how hard I was staring, nor did I feel the need to apologize for it.
Even as she walked closer, I didn’t make eye contact.
My gaze lifted to her neck and dove to her knees, and during one of the passes, I stalled in the middle where a small black mark was grabbing my attention.
“Is that a tattoo?” I finally met her eyes.
She laughed. “I was wondering when you were going to notice.”
The ink, a spot that would be hidden by her panties, wasn’t directly at the top of her pussy, more off to the side.
“A crown?” I asked.
“For my king. Once I find him. Obviously.”
I shook my head. “The king of your pussy . . .”
“Of all of me, but yes, that too.”
She came to a stop, within grasp, but neither of us touched.
I couldn’t move yet. I could only keep looking. Admiring. Pre-cum leaked from my tip as my brain spiraled over all the different ways I wanted to fuck her.
“I’m going to tell you right now: I’ve never—not in my whole life—seen anything like you.”
“I want to be able to say the same thing.” She pointed at my sweats. Those and my boxer briefs were the only things I had on since I was barefoot. “Take them off. Or I’ll be happy to take them off for you.”
I pressed my hands into the top of the dresser. “Be my guest.”
She closed the distance between us and gently traced down my chest, holding my gaze the entire time, and when she reached my sweatpants, she didn’t pull straight down.
She gripped the waist, along with the elastic of my boxer briefs, and held them out just wide enough to release my hard-on, and then the layers of fabric fell.
“Jesus Christ,” she gasped as I lifted my feet from the holes. “I’ve officially seen a god.” She took a step back, worshipping me the same way I’d done to her. “Ravish me. Please. Right now. I don’t think I can wait another second.”
My smile was coming on hard. “We think alike.”