Chapter 23 #2
“Now that we’re through all of that…” He moved closer to her space. “Can I kiss you now?”
Uh. After the other things they’d done to each other?
For sure.
She nodded.
He pulled the purse from her grip and set it aside.
Gentle, like he was worried she might bolt or start talking about her hair again.
That’s when he kissed the sheet right off of her.
For real. His mouth met hers and his hands found the top of the sheet and he pulled it clean away.
Without breaking the kiss—and still using his tongue—he lifted her to stand with him.
Lips to hers, body molded to body, she didn’t particularly care what her hair looked like anymore.
His arm swooped under her knees, and she was lifted against the broad muscles of his chest. Yes, she nuzzled her face against the cords of his neck.
No, she wasn’t even a little ashamed about it.
He laid her on the bed, rearranging the pillows, apparently for her comfort.
“You’re pushing me,” she whispered.
“Too hard?” he asked through kisses along her neckline, down over her collarbone, to the edge of her breast.
“No,” she admitted.
“So it’s working?” he asked.
His mouth found her nipple and licked a lazy circle there.
“Yes,” she said with a gasp. She wasn’t really sure if she was saying yes to the tongue thing or to the working question.
“Do you like it?” He moved his mouth to her other breast, languishing a long kiss there.
Her hands seemed to find his head all on their own, holding him in place. Her fingertips inched through the thick hair there. She groaned. “Also, yes.”
“Do you want to argue about it?” He spoke directly to her breast, blowing a stream of hot air from his mouth to
her skin to create an oddly warm yet cool sensation that she could really get on board with.
“Uh-huh,” she said.
“Go on, then.” The words were said against her skin as he made his way down her ribs, kissing and licking as he went. Pausing only briefly at her belly button before continuing lower to her hip.
“Sorry, what?” she asked. What exactly were they talking about?
“You keep arguing. I’ll keep doing my thing. We’ll meet in the middle.”
Oh, well, his thing was presently spreading her thighs apart so he could appreciate more fully her commitment to regular waxing appointments even if she wasn’t actually sexually active prior to this.
“You mean you’ll make me quiet while you—” She made a gargled sound as he tongued the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.
“Keep going, Mol. I’m listening.”
He may have been listening, but he couldn’t have been giving her words that much attention. Not with the amount of concentration he was applying between her legs.
“You can’t just go down on me every time you want me to be quiet,” she somehow managed to say, even though there were stars starting to dance between her eyes when he reached behind her, hands to her ass, pulling her more firmly against his mouth.
He did not disappoint her with the tongue and pressure and sound effects triad.
Gavin really liked what he was doing. She could be on board with a guy who enjoyed doing this to her.
He made a curlicue with his tongue.
Oh, sweet baby Jesus, yes she could be on board with this.
And that’s when he stopped.
She was just about to see those stars explode and he just…stopped.
“Why not?” he asked.
Wait, what? Why not what?
Her heels to his back, she gave a little nudge of encouragement to carry on like he was before. That curlicue thing was something he should write down for all of posterity.
He didn’t take her hint. “Why not?” he asked again.
“What?” The word was breathy coming from her lips. “You said I can’t go down on you every time I want you
to be quiet. Then I asked, why not?”
He leaned back on his calves, his hardness right there and still standing right at attention.
Actually, okay, she could be fine with that.
“I’m good with going down on me to make me quiet,” she said, the words gruff and filled with desire. “If you just do that tongue turney thing again.”
He still sat back on his heels, surveying her and grinning like he’d won the lottery.
Fine. You know what? She had two hands and a very intimate knowledge of exactly where she needed to touch to set herself off. She could just do it herself.
But before she could do so much as twitch a finger, he got back to it. The curlicue tongue thing was just the beginning.
“I just want to be totally clear on one thing,” she said as she groaned and moaned and made a squealing sound all at the same time.
“What’s that?” He hardly lifted his mouth from her as he spoke.
“You can’t always manipulate me to get what you want.” She said this as he used his fingers to get in on the action.
“You want me to stop again?” he asked, blowing a warm wind over the intimate spaces between her legs.
Then he did another, different, curlicue thing, the other direction and…yeah, she was okay with manipulation.
“Never mind,” she said on a gasp, her heels digging into his shoulders. “Manipulation is fine.”
When it came packaged like this, she’d learn to be a-okay with it. Because it turned out, he had a pretty good idea of exactly what to do to set her off.
Twice, actually.
Then she returned the favor. Just the once, for obvious reasons.