14. Avery
Chapter fourteen
Avery
Still giggling, I let the stress of this launch leave my body as I lean against Gideon for support.
Inhaling the familiar honey scent, I burrow against his dark work shirt.
My fingers curl tightly into the fabric, and I pull him toward the side door with a frantic, unyielding strength that surprises both of us.
"Whoa there, Avery." Gideon stumbles a half-step after me with a wide smile on his face.
"Upstairs," I gasp out, my chest heaving as a carefree laugh bubbles up my throat. "Right freaking now, Gid. Come on."
Ezra is still by the display racks, a triumphant grin on his face. He waves us off with a dramatic flick of his wrist. "Go! Go celebrate, darling! You earned this!"
I don't need to be told twice. I rush out the door and practically sprint up the stairs, dragging the six-foot-four man right behind me. The high of winning is thrumming through my veins. It’s a dizzying, intoxicating rush of pure adrenaline.
We didn't just beat Scott Woods; we showed him we weren’t ones to be messed with.
The look of utter defeat and jealousy on his face when he touched silk hems is a visual I’m never going to forget.
And damn, the way Gideon stood up for me?
So. Fucking. Hot. I couldn’t believe some of the things Scott said.
What grown adult talks like that? At first, I felt my insecurities surface, but when Gideon emerged from the shadows like some bad-ass bodyguard, I found my strength.
I know that if this was anyone else, I wouldn’t have taken any of that shit.
So why was I letting some jerk like Scott make me feel small?
The moment we clear the top landing and step into my apartment, I slam the front door shut behind us and throw the deadbolt in place.
I turn around, and before Gideon can even open his mouth to speak, I launch myself directly into his arms.
"Avery, baby—"
I cut him off by grabbing his face, and smashing my lips against his in a wild, bruising kiss.
It’s a little desperate and a little chaotic.
An overwhelming, frantic desire pulses through my body, and completely takes over.
I’m wildly turned on by the thrill of victory and the sight of this man standing up to protect me and my dream downstairs.
Gideon lets out a low, rough growl. A sound that goes straight to my cock. His hands immediately find my waist, his thick fingers gripping my hips with a possessive claim. He lifts me completely off my feet and spins us around until my back hits the wood of the front door.
I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, my fingers tangling in his wavy black hair. He groans, and I pull him closer until there isn't a single millimeter of space between our bodies. The kiss is an intense and hot combination of tongue, teeth, and wild nips.
"You were incredible," I pant against his lips. "The way you stepped out of the shadows, fuck. And the way you defended me... Gid, I have never wanted you more than I do right now. Fuck me, please."
Gideon’s dark brown eyes flare with a fierce, primal fire. His breathing is just as rough and frantic as mine, his heavy chest expanding against my body.
"Avery," he growls, his voice a commanding rumble that makes my stomach do a frantic flip. "You’re pretty little body grinding against me is driving me crazy."
He moves us effortlessly. Without breaking his hold on my hips, he carries me down the short hallway into my bedroom.
He tosses me right onto the center of the mattress and immediately crawls over me.
The weight of his muscular body traps me against the mattress in that delicious way I’m starting to crave.
We make out like this for a really long time, grinding and sucking, without a care in the world. I never understood the appeal of kissing until I met him. Every touch riles me up as my cock throbs in my pants.
He pulls away from me for a moment, looking down into my eyes. “Can we try something?”
I nod frantically, curious. “Yes, anything. I trust you.”
With eager hands, he quickly unbuttons my blue silk shirt in seconds.
I reach for the front of his dark shirt, tugging the metal snap buttons open until his broad chest is completely exposed to the cool air of the bedroom.
His nipples pebble, and I wonder just how sensitive he is.
I absolutely love nipple play and can probably come from it alone.
Gideon crawls on the bed and tosses the pillows to one side. He rearranges himself so that his back is to the headboard. He spreads his legs and beckons me forward. “Sit, right here between my legs,” he commands. “Your back against my chest.”
Like always, I melt under that stern voice he uses in the bedroom. I obey immediately, settling against him. We’re both still dressed, but my silky blue shirt is unbuttoned. He pulls out a bottle of massage oil from his pocket and pours the contents on my chest and abs.
The silky glide of the liquid trails down my body.
Gideon reaches around and starts caressing the oil against my skin.
At the same time, he finds that sensitive spot near my ear and nips the lobe.
I gasp. The combination of the oil and Gideon’s fingers must be magic, because in seconds I’m a whimpering mess, hornier than ever.
“That’s it, babe.” He blows hot air into my ear.
“I want you trembling under me.” Both of his slippery hands find my nipples, and he starts playing with them.
I moan, long and loud. Holy shit. Did I tell him that I’m into nipple play, or did he just figure it out from the other times we’ve been together?
I reach for the button on my pants, but he smacks my hand away. “Nope.” Gideon laughs. “No touching. Just feel.”
His fingers work my nipples, tugging harder and faster.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, and he uses that opportunity to suck on my exposed neck.
All of the sensations are overriding my thoughts, and I don’t even care.
I’ve always been so damn sensitive to touch.
My hard cock is trapped in my pants, but it doesn’t matter.
The friction of my pants is enough. I thrust forward.
At the same time, Gideon groans against my neck and thrusts as well.
He’s just as hard in his dark jeans. I can feel his thick cock against my back.
I thrust again, and his hands get to work, touching me all over my exposed chest and abs.
He alternates between sucking and licking my neck, and it’s too fucking much.
I whimper, already about to come. This is crazy.
I’m about to come, hands-free with nothing but this sensual god of a man tugging my nipples and caressing my chest.
He’s breathing heavily, we both are. Then he starts talking—filthy, dirty words—growling about how he’s so damn proud of me and how he’s going to fuck me all night.
The throbbing head of my cock feels so damn sensitive against the material of my pants.
The pressure is enough to make me fly high.
All the sensations and words cause me to tumble over the edge.
Just like that, I orgasm like a teenager coming in his pants.
“Fuck, that’s it, babe. This sexy little body belongs to me.”
“Yes,” I murmur, lust drunk and barely aware of the way he undresses me and cleans me up. Several minutes later we’re both naked in bed. My body is probably too satiated to come again, but I beg him to stretch me open and make love to me anyway.
When our bare skin meets, a collective, shaky breath breaks from both of us. He is radiating an intense, intoxicating heat, his body slick with all the oil he was playing with earlier.
I tug him back down to me, my hands sliding over the muscles of his shoulders, tracing the deep ridges of his back as he worships my mouth, my jaw, and the sensitive skin at the base of my throat.
Every low moan that leaves my mouth is a promise; I’ll return the favor someday soon.
I want to play with his body and get him worked up just like he did to me. Just like he always does.
Once I’m stretched open and he’s sinking inside of me, I place my hand on his chest. I swear, the thudding rhythm of our hearts are beating in perfect sync. It doesn’t take long for him to come, because there’s something charged about the way he makes love to me tonight.
Afterwards, we sneak into the kitchen, where he makes me some of those delicious Filipino grilled cheese and pimiento sandwiches and we cuddle on the couch, feeding them to each other.
A wild, crazy thought drifts into my mind, but I can’t seem to stop it from forming.
This feels like home. Gideon feels like home.