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  We fell back onto the bed, Gavin turning us so that we landed on our sides rather than him on top of me. That just wasn’t going to cut it. I hooked one leg around his waist, ignoring how it rucked my dress up, wrapped my arms around his shoulders and started to roll over. It took him a moment to realize what I was trying to do, then he complied, shifting so that he was resting on me, but that all of his weight wasn’t pressing against me.

  As our tongues twisted together, I ran my hands down his back and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt. I started to tug on it and he broke our kiss, looking down at me with an amused expression on his face.

  “It’s gotta go,” I said.

  He sat up on his knees as I propped myself on my elbows. I didn’t want to miss a moment of this. Slowly, teasingly, he pulled the shirt over his head, revealing a physique even better than I’d imagined.

  His skin was a golden tan, so even that I doubted it was from the sun. My stomach twisted. That meant he’d be that delicious shade all over. No tan lines. His muscles were as defined as I’d thought they’d be, just enough softness to them that his skin didn’t look stretched tight. His stomach was flat, with abs that looked like they’d been cut from stone. He didn’t have any hair on his chest, which I liked, but a thin, dark trail of curls led from his belly button straight south to disappear beneath the jeans that hung low enough on his hips that I could see the tops of those deep v-grooves that I loved.

  “Beautiful.” The word just slipped out and I pulled my gaze away from his chest to look at his face to see if my comment bothered him. Some guys didn’t like that word being used to describe them. Gavin’s smile assured me he didn’t mind.

  He reached down and picked me up, startling an embarrassing squeak out of me. With a chuckle he tossed me towards the head of the bed. As I bounced down, my hand hit something. I looked over. There was a small rectangle with what looked like one of those slide buttons that were used to control settings from low to high.

  “What does this do?” I pushed it to low without waiting for an answer.

  Immediately, the bed began to vibrate. I gasped as the sensation went all the way through me. “Wow.” I spread my arms wide, as if I could catch more that way.

  “Glad you like it.” Gavin grinned at me, a slightly wicked glint in his eyes. He reached over and pushed the button higher.

  “Oh shit!”

  He laughed and turned it up even more.

  I made a strangled sound. Now it wasn’t just humming along my nerves. It was making every cell in my body vibrate. My eyes flew open as my body finally registered all of the liquid I’d consumed in the past few hours. The ludicrousness of the situation made a laugh bubble up inside of me. “Stop!” I was either going to have an orgasm or pee myself. Maybe both if he kept this up. I rolled over and off of the bed. “Bathroom.”

  I could hear Gavin laughing at me as I ran to the stall. A couple minutes later, void of most of the alcohol I’d drank, I emerged from the bathroom. Gavin was sitting on the edge of the bed, an amused expression on his face. I glared at him as I washed my hands.

  “You wouldn’t be laughing if I hadn’t made it to the bathroom.”

  He shrugged, but kept smiling. “You started it.”

  He had a point. Now, I thought, it was time for me to have a bit of fun. I turned around and looked over my shoulder at him. “Help me?”

  Instantly, amusement turned to desire and he was on his feet. He stood behind me as I raised my arm to show the zipper that ran down my side. I turned my face forward as he began to lower the zipper, the sound loud in my ears. Once it was undone, I put my arm down, intending to slip the dress off myself, but then his hands were on my shoulders. He nudged my hair out of the way and pressed his lips against the top of my shoulder as he slid the straps of the dress down my arms. He peeled the clingy material off, revealing the black lace thong and matching strapless bra I’d been wearing beneath. When I stepped out of the dress, I turned, my stomach knotting as I prepared to see his reaction to me in nothing but my underwear and thigh-high stockings.

  “Fuck.” The word was rough, as if it came from some other part of him.

  I resisted the urge to cover myself, my self-consciousness returning as I was slowly sobering. Instead, I forced myself to smile and say what was in my head rather than censoring myself. “Your turn.”

  He didn’t take his eyes off of me as he undid his jeans and pulled them off, an impressive feat, I had to admit. He wore a pair of boxer briefs that were even tighter than the jeans and my mouth went dry when I saw the bulge at the front of them. He hooked his thumbs in his waistband, paused for a moment, then lowered those as well.

  I would’ve echoed his previous sentiment if my brain had been able to form a coherent word. As it was, all I could do was stare, mouth hanging open. If he’d been proportionally built, that would’ve been impressive enough, but that wasn’t the case. He was big. Not so insanely huge that I was scared this wasn’t going to work, but big enough that I knew he was going to reach places inside me that had never been reached before. And he wasn’t just long either. He was thick, curved just right, his base surrounded by a thin tangle of dark curls, enough to let me know he didn’t shave, but that this was just his body type. His balls were perfectly shaped, not too small or too big. Then he winked and did a silly little turn and let me see the rest of him. His ass was tight, again, the perfect size. He wasn’t one of those guys whose legs ran straight into his back, but he didn’t have one of those big butts either. Just above his cheeks, at the base of his spine, were two little dimples that I had the sudden urge to lick. His back was broad, just as muscled as it had felt. Across the top of his back, just below where it would’ve been seen when he was clothed, was a tattoo of a pair of angel wings that spread across his shoulder blades. Between them was a pair of initials and a date. I didn’t have the chance to make out the letters before he was facing me again.

  “I figured you’d showed me yours.” He grinned at me.

  My tattoo was much smaller than his, a small lily on my right shoulder blade. Lily had been my grandmother’s name. I’d gotten the tattoo in her memory after she’d died five years ago. Grandma Lily would’ve definitely approved of Gavin. In fact, she probably would’ve told me to get on with it and ride him like a pony.

  I started to chuckle, but then Gavin’s arms were around my waist, his skin hot against mine, his cock hard against my hip. He pressed his lips against mine, opening my mouth with his tongue. He spun us back around and onto the bed, pressing himself down on me for just a moment before rolling back on his heels.

  “What’s wrong?” My head was spinning from the kiss and I couldn’t figure out why he’d stopped.

  “Nothing’s wrong.” His smile spoke of something deep and heated. “I just want to enjoy every inch of you.”

  His words sparked the fire that had been smoldering inside of me, making it burst into full-fledged flames. He moved so that he was next to me and began trailing his fingertips over every inch of exposed skin. He watched my face, taking in each minute expression as I reacted to his touch.

  I wasn’t the kind of girl who’d had dozens of lovers, but I wasn’t a virgin or prude either. Since I’d lost my virginity at seventeen, I’d had four lovers, the last of whom had been over a year ago, and a result of my shortest, and most disastrous, relationship. Unlike Krissy, I didn’t usually do the whole one-night stand thing. It just wasn’t me. Then again, I’d never wanted a man the way I wanted Gavin.

  And I’d never had my body respond to anyone the way it did to him.

  He hadn’t even touched anything that my underwear was covering, and my skin was already humming, the fire inside me stoking the pressure growing in my belly. I hadn’t realized that I’d closed my eyes until they popped open when he stopped. He was moving down to my feet. For a moment, I couldn’t figure out why, then he reached for the tops of my stockings. His fingers brushed close to my inner thigh and I shivered. He didn’t say a word as he slowly rolle
d the stocking down. As he tossed it to the floor, he bent his head and pressed his lips against my calf before turning to my other leg. Once those were off he moved back up to my side.

  “I’d thought about leaving those on,” he said. His voice was low, caressing my body as his hands had done. “Feeling them against my skin when you wrapped your legs around my waist.”

  I swallowed hard.

  “But then I realized that I wanted to see you, completely naked, every inch of you exposed.” His hand slid over my ribs to the front of my bra. “Next time, maybe.”

  His fingers released the hook at the front of my bra, but he didn’t look. Instead, he kept his eyes locked with mine. He pushed the material off my left breast first, his hand moving over the mound with deliberateness. I moaned as his fingers found my nipple and teased at it. He lingered for only a few moments, then slid across to the other breast, leaving my bra parted on either side of me. Only after that did he look down. I had a moment to fear that he wouldn’t like what he saw. I wasn’t built like those women downstairs by the pool. Then I saw the lust on his face and the worry went away.

  “Exquisite.” He lowered his head and I had a moment to realize what he was going to do before the wet heat of his mouth was surrounding my nipple.

  I moaned, louder than before. My eyes started to close, but I forced them to stay open. I wanted to watch. His hair brushed against my sensitive skin as he sucked on the hardening flesh, each draw sending a jolt of pleasure straight down to my core. His mouth and hands worked together on my breasts, sucking and rolling and tugging until I was whimpering, writhing beneath him. I could feel my body struggling towards a climax that was just out of its reach.

  Just when I was at the point where I was going to start begging, he sat up. I let out a sound of pure frustration that would’ve been funny if my situation hadn’t been so dire. He hooked his finger around my chin and turned my face towards his. Our eyes met and he held me there as a hand slid down my stomach.

  The moment his fingers slipped under the elastic, I knew what he was going to do and I spread my legs to give him easier access. The action was so wanton, so not me, but with him, I didn’t care. All I knew was that I wanted him so badly that I felt like I might explode if he didn’t take me.

  I made a sound as his middle two fingers delved between my folds. With the ease of someone who knew what they were doing, he found the sensitive bundle of nerves that had been swelling with his previous ministrations.

  It came so quickly that it caught me off guard.

  Just a few passes with his fingers and my body was shaking. I cried out, my back arching as his fingers worked me through my first non-self-induced orgasm in over a year. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. After what felt like an eternity, he slid his hand out from under my panties and I collapsed back onto the bed, panting, my body tingling with afterglow.

  Chapter 7

  I looked over at Gavin, my breath coming in pants that sounded harsh to my ears. I’d never had a man be able to make me climax just from his hands, and certainly never that fast. Either I’d been way more aroused than I’d thought, or he was an exceptionally skilled lover. I was hoping for the latter.

  As much as I’d enjoyed what we’d just done, I thought about how brazen I’d been. That wasn’t like me at all. When it came to business and the law, I had no problem being forward, but sex was something else. Even my flirting was generally light. Not tonight though. No, I’d thrown myself at this man whom I found so attractive. I must’ve seemed like some stupid sorority girl. I started to turn my face away.

  “Hey.” Gavin gently brought me back. His gaze searched my face for a moment and he seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. “Don’t worry.” He pulled me against his chest. “We’re both adults who know what we want. There’s no shame in that.”

  He pressed his lips against the top of my head and I found myself relaxing into him. He was right. I hadn’t done anything wrong. It wasn’t like he was a married man or my boss. Okay, I admitted, he was working for my boss’s client, but that wasn’t really a breach of ethics. We were both consenting adults. And he’d responded, so I knew he’d been enjoying this too.

  Suddenly I realized what I hadn’t before. Gavin was still hard. I rolled over to face him.

  “You didn’t come.” I put my hands on his chest.

  He smiled at me. “I was kinda hoping you’d offer to help me out with that.” His smiled disappeared as he grew serious. “But only if you want to.”

  Was he kidding? I’d never forgive myself if I left him like that after the amazing orgasm he’d given me. Besides, I’d been dreaming about that beautiful piece of flesh since the first time I’d seen him, before I’d even known what he’d looked like naked.

  I gave his shoulder a gentle push and he rolled onto his back, his eyes bright.

  “My turn,” I said.

  I started with his chest, running my palms across the hard plains of his stomach, skimming them over his nipples. I knew that a lot of men didn’t get anything out of this, but I just had to try it. I lowered my head and flicked my tongue over his nipple. The flesh wrinkled and hardened almost instantly. When I started to suck on it, Gavin’s chest heaved. I scraped my teeth over it and he moaned. I took that as a sign of approval and moved to the other one.

  “Carrie.”

  I shivered as he said my name, his voice rough with desire. I released his nipple after giving it one last little nip and then began to kiss and lick my way down his abs. He swore when I dipped my tongue into his belly button and then I was there, at my prize.

  There was no way I was going to get all of him into my mouth, but I knew a few tricks. I may’ve only had a few lovers, but I’d learned a lot from them. I stretched out on the bed, flipped my hair to one side so Gavin could watch if he wanted to, and then got to work.

  I started with my tongue, licking all around him, from root to head, alternating between using the flat of my tongue and its tip. His flavor was as spicy and masculine as his smell, and it exploded across my taste buds. I wrapped one hand around his base and dropped the other one between his legs to cup his balls. The skin was even softer there than around his swollen shaft and I caressed it, smiling as his hips bucked.

  I took him in my mouth then, as far as I could, using my hand to work what I couldn’t reach. I swirled my tongue around him, careful to keep my teeth away from the sensitive flesh. After a few minutes, I began to suck, hollowing my cheeks out as I bobbed my head.

  My breasts were pressed against his thigh and I felt the muscles starting to tremble and knew he was close. Before he could get there, I felt his hand on my head, coaxing me back. His shaft fell from my lips, shiny and nearly purple with his need for release.

  “Not yet,” he said.

  I could see the strain on his face.

  “That’s not where I want to be when I come.”

  Oh. My stomach flipped and my core throbbed. Oh, yes. I definitely wanted that too.

  He held out a hand and I took it, letting him lead me back up the bed to his side. I was ready, but there was one thing I needed to say before we went any further. And I was going to kick myself for not coming prepared if he didn’t have anything either.

  “Do you have protection?” I asked, mentally crossing my fingers.

  A pleased expression crossed Gavin’s face and I took that as a yes. Part of me wondered if he’d been waiting to see if I’d ask or if I were so desperate for sex I’d follow his lead no matter what it was.

  He climbed off of the bed and I watched, appreciating the view, as he walked over to one of the wardrobes against the back wall. He opened a drawer, rummaged a moment, then returned with a box of XL condoms. Idly, I wondered how many of the club’s members could actually use that particular size, but I didn’t comment on that; instead, a quip popped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

  “A whole box? Feeling a bit...cocky, are we?” I smirked at my
word choice.

  Gavin’s eyes darkened back to that night-sky blue-black as he tossed the box towards the head of the bed. “You have no idea.”

  My stomach fluttered as he crawled onto the bed. He moved with a natural grace and ease, something that I’d never managed to master off of the dance floor. Krissy always said it was because I was too self-conscious.

  He knelt at my feet and reached for my waist. My body hummed in anticipation. He was going to take off my panties and then I was finally going to feel that magnificent piece of manhood inside me. I started to reach for the box of condoms to get one out for him, not wanting to waste a single moment.

  “Wait,” he said.

  I looked up at him, puzzled.