Chapter Seventeen #2
“Feels better, doesn’t it?” he asked, smirking at me as he reached for my shoulders, rubbing at the tension riding them.
I sucked in another breath and exhaled, but it caught on a little mewling sound when Gav’s thumbs pressed into the back of my neck.
His gaze shot to mine, curiosity and something hinting at hunger in his dark eyes.
He worked his fingers up, tracing them across the bottom of my skull before he grabbed my claw clip, releasing my hair, then letting his fingers gently glide against my scalp.
There was no helping my reaction.
He’d found my most sensitive erogenous zone.
My forehead fell into him as my body went lax, all the tension leaving in a wave as he worked his magic fingers across my scalp.
It wasn’t long, though, before the relief built up into an entirely different sensation.
Little jolts of pleasure worked their way down my spine, spread through my chest, journeyed lower.
Feeling the change in me, Gav’s hand flattened and gathered some of my hair, pulling me backward just enough for his lips to claim mine.
It was slow and soft at first, the moment strangely heavy and intimate.
But it wasn’t long before the need was growing within us. Before my mind was tracking each brush of fingers, each shudder of his breath.
I slid my busted arm around his neck, pulling him flush against me, groaning when I felt his cock against my belly.
Gav’s hands started to roam then too, sliding over my shoulder, down my back, then sank into my ass, pulling me more firmly against him.
There was no slowing things down then.
His hand slid between us, slipping into my panties and working me with a practiced familiarity, already knowing exactly what I needed.
Only this time, his fingers just weren’t enough.
My lips broke from his, my face in his neck.
“Gav, please,” I begged, reaching down to cup him through his pants.
He didn’t need more than that.
His hand shifted, grabbed my panties, and yanked them down my legs. My own hand moved, working his button and zipper free, then reaching inside. But before I could even close my hand around his length, he was dropping down to his knees.
Grabbing my leg, he guided it over his shoulder, then his mouth was on me.
I fisted my hand in his hair, my hips rocking against his mouth as he started to drive me up.
Desire twisted sharp and needy as my soft whimpers grew louder with each passing moment.
But it still wasn’t enough.
My fingers twisted and pulled until the sharp sting against his scalp had him slowly getting back to his feet.
This time, I wasted no time reaching in to free him, stroking him a few times before he brushed my hand away to slide on protection.
He reached down, grabbing my leg, then spreading it wide against the cold wall.
He stepped inward and a shiver coursed through me as his length slid against the core of me.
Gav exhaled hard, his eyes molten as he shifted his hips.
Then the tip of him nudged me, waited until I released my breath, then slid inside me with one deep thrust.
My moan mingled with his groan as he filled me completely.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, his hips doing a small thrust as my body grew used to the shape of him inside.
It wasn’t long before my hips were rocking, before my little whimpers grew to needy moans.
“Shh,” he murmured, his hand slapping over my mouth, muffling my cries as he started to thrust.
Slow and deep at first, but faster and harder with each passing moment.
“Wrap your leg around me,” he demanded, guiding it around his lower back.
Once it was hooked, he grabbed the other, pulling it up, then pressing me harder against the wall as he fucked me faster.
I tightened around him, my breath catching, my muscles shaking.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his forehead on my shoulder. “Let me feel you come.”
The release surged like a wave, crashing over and over as I gasped for breath, clinging to him.
Gav groaned, working me through it before thrusting hard and deep, body tensing as he came with me.
We stayed just like that afterward, bodies close, ragged breaths echoing back to us in the small space.
It wasn’t until we heard the door open to the facility that we broke apart, both of us putting ourselves back together.
Gav sent me a smirk that had my already pink cheeks flaming hot as we turned off the lights then went to the door.
“Here, you keep this somewhere safe,” he said, handing the key to me after closing and locking the garage door.
I had gotten to know him well enough at this point to read through the lines. To hear the things he would never say because he knew it would make me panic. You should have this in case we never find your father.
He wasn’t going to pull some mafia-capo thing and take all the money back for himself. He wanted me to have it.
As if I needed more reasons to like the guy.
“What do you want to do now?” Gav asked as we walked out of the storage facility. “Do you want to go check out the other units? Go back to the house and go through it? It’s up to you.”
“If it’s up to me,” I said, nearly choking on the anxiety that came with what I was about to say, “then I’d like to go back to the city,” I said. “To your apartment,” I added.
His eyes warmed at that.
“To order junk food and read our books?”
Leaning my head into his shoulder as we waited for our ride, I smiled.
“Among other things.”