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“I couldn’t get out of the taxi, Gavin. God, I couldn’t get out,” she moaned against his mouth.

The feeling of want, the feeling of need, and the feeling that they belonged together was something she couldn’t ignore anymore. She didn’t want to ignore it anymore. He was all she craved and desired, and the only thing she feared was that she wouldn’t be able to get enough of him.

“I was coming to get you,” he growled, sliding his tongue across her jaw. “I wasn’t letting you go this time.”

Reaching down, Emily slipped her hand below his boxer briefs, skimming over his thick, hard length. She started stroking him, her senses reveling in the feel of his pearly fluid against her thumb circling his tip. A deep ragged groan tore from Gavin’s throat as she stroked him up again, releasing his shaft from its confinements. His lips moved from her mouth to her ear and down her throat, biting and sucking, as she pumped her hand around him.

“I need to feel you inside of me right now, Gavin, please.”

“I have to get a condom,” he groaned against her mouth.

“I’m on the pill,” she breathed out, sweat glistening on her neck.

That’s all he needed to hear before he hoisted her up higher—only to pull her down onto him. Pushing up inside her hot, wet warmth, Emily’s head snapped back against the wall, unable to believe how incredible he felt. She let out a forceful breath as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Arching her back, he thrust inside her again, completely burying himself to the hilt. Tongue sweeping in and out, Gavin groaned when she tightened her legs around his waist, her hands knotting in his hair. Although her back chafed against the wall with each thrust, the pleasurable burning sensation of his girth overrode any pain she should’ve felt.

Gavin pulled back, and they gazed into each other’s eyes, drinking up the emotions in the air. Their chests were rising and falling together with every shallow breath they took. As ripples of pleasure shook through Emily’s body, Gavin slammed his mouth over hers, continuing his exploration of her tongue as he carried her into his bedroom.

A small groan of agony escaped her lips when he placed her on her feet. Emily stood before him, her body trembling from head to toe as she tried to catch her breath.

Without hesitation, he rid himself of his boxer briefs and socks, his predatory gaze hot and focused on her quivering lips.

Emily’s eyes traveled from his beautiful face and moved lower to take in the delicious sight of his taut abdomen, the V leading her straight to the long-awaited answer of where his tattoo ended. It was magnificently beautiful. Straight from his left rib cage, it snaked its way down, curving over his hip before dipping lower still. As Emily’s eyes followed its progression, she admired the elaborate black ink circling down around his thigh, the dragon’s tail wrapping itself around and around. She imagined her fingers or even her tongue pursuing the same path tonight.

“There’s not a man on Earth who doesn’t wish he was me right now,” he said, cupping her face while brushing his thumb over her lips. Like a wild animal stalking its prey, he slowly moved around her, ghosting his lips over her shoulder and then sliding his tongue up her neck. “Your mind and your body will never forget the things I’m going to do to you tonight. Every…single…inch of your body is going to feel me.”

Forget about his teasing touch, his words alone had Emily feeling as though she was about to combust. “Oh my God,” she breathed out.

“Yes,” Gavin said with a cocky smile on his face.

Slowly, he continued to circle and tantalize Emily’s body with soft kisses, ultimately stopping behind her. With his breath heated and warm, he kissed her ear. Lashes fluttering closed, she felt pleasure streak through her body with each soft brush of his lips. Gavin slowly unzipped her velvet dress, watching it slip to the ground and pool around her heels.

“Step out,” he whispered into her neck, unclipping the diamond pins holding up her hair.

Her hair cascaded over her shoulders and tumbled over her breasts. Trying to breathe, she stepped away from her dress as a heightened level of sexual desire began to slick over her skin. Still standing behind her, with one hand, Gavin’s fingers unhooked her strapless bra while the other floated around to the front of her stomach. Burying his face in the curve of her neck, Gavin gently gripped the back of her thigh and drew her leg up onto the bed. A moan escaped Emily’s lips as he slipped his fingers deep inside her. Fiery pleasure shot through every nerve ending in her body. Lifting her arms up behind her, she dug her fingers into his hair, clawing and grasping as tight as she could. Cupping her chin, Gavin angled her face to the side just enough to crush his mouth over hers, groaning while his tongue flicked in and out. As one hand worked deeper inside her wetness, the other smoothed along the globe of her breast, rolling her hardened nipple between his fingers. A hot shiver rippled in Emily’s stomach, tingling its way through her entire system. Panting faster, Emily pulled his dampened fingers up to her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue along them. Before she took another breath, Gavin spun her around and slammed his lips against hers.

“You fucking unravel me when you do that,” he groaned, his voice harsh, hoarser now.

Heart racing, she delved her fingers into his hair. “Good, now unravel me,” she moaned, her body hot, riveting with need.

“Oh, I’m going to.” He skimmed his lips over her collarbone. “Now lie that beautiful body down on the bed but keep your thigh highs and heels on,” he commanded.

His words sent shivers straight down the length of her spine. She couldn’t do anything but simply comply with what he had asked. Cool silk sheets slid against her heated body as she scooted herself along the massive king-sized bed. It only took a few strides, and he was standing before her, so close she could feel the heat and desire emanating from his pores. Emily’s heart sped up when she felt his hot gaze slide over her naked body, his eyes devouring every inch that was exposed to him.

With his blue eyes penetrating hers, Gavin slowly dropped down to his knees, pulling her body to the edge of the bed. He spread her thighs, opened her wide, and arranged her legs over his shoulders until nothing was hidden. He reveled in the sound of her moaning before making contact with her flesh. Stroking one hand along her stomach, he lifted her foot, still in her high heels, and kissed her ankle through her stocking.

“Tell me how much you want me to taste you,” he whispered, slowly licking his way up her calf as his one finger lightly circled against her wet opening. She was soaked in her desire for him, and it was all he could do to control himself.

“Oh my God, Gavin, please,” she begged, raising her hips and squeezing her breasts.

Spreading her legs further, he breathed out one last hot breath against her pussy before his tongue laved slowly against her clit. Sliding his fingers inside, he licked through the sweet juices easing from her body as if his lips were savoring a Popsicle on a hot summer day. And by God, they were the sweetest juices to ever slide over his tongue. He licked deeper and tunneled his tongue inside her, pulling in her moisture in fear that he would never get to experience it again. Honey…she was pure fucking honey. Gavin would give up everything he had acquired to taste her—to smell, feel, and explore every inch of her—so intimately every day for the rest of his life.

“You taste so fucking good,” he breathed out, pushing his fingers deeper inside her.

Emily’s breath began to rasp through the air, her body arching and trembling against his mouth, and it only made Gavin hungrier. His dick was hot and hard, every inch of him straining to be inside her with each moan dispelled from her lungs. Every time she cried out his name and tugged at his hair, he felt his own body tremble with an anticipation he had never known. It was all he could do not to explode without even being inside her. When he felt her growing close to the edge, he slowed his stroking tongue, brought her back down, and began the whole thing again—over and over—until he knew she couldn’t take anymore. When her thighs quaked and shook from waves of climax, he gripped the side of her hips, yanking her harder against his greedy mouth. As she cried out his name again, he nipped, sucked, and pulled her swollen velvet-soft flesh between his teeth.

Before she could come back down from the superior heights of ecstasy he brought her to, he slowly licked languorous circles back up her body.

Pausing over her stomach, he looked up into her eyes, her face flushed and her breathing labored. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he groaned, sliding up her body. Burying his face against one of her breasts, his tongue swirled and sucked around its taut peak. He grabbed the back of her knee, hitching her leg around his waist.

Emily’s breath caught while he hovered over her, continuing to tease his tongue across the swell of her nipple. Every touch was deliberate. Each flick intended to evoke a reaction from her. And she reacted. Her moans echoed through the room, her heavy breathing piercing even her own ears. His tongue—swirling around her breast, gently nipping here and there—caused her body to lurch toward his devilish mouth.

Emily couldn’t take in enough air when he finally sank himself inside her. Ribbons of flames licked and thrummed their way through her core. Every thick, long, and hard ridge of him felt magical. For no man—not even Dillon—made her body feel the way Gavin did.

For a beat, they both drowned themselves in the moment as they gazed into one another’s eyes, unnamed emotions swirling around in the air. It was then that Emily felt Gavin’s claim on her—unspoken and silent. She had lost her body; now it was defined solely by his.

Groaning, Gavin pushed himself deeper, and Emily breathed out hard, pulling his mouth down to hers. He slid his tongue in and out, burying his hands into her hair as their breathing quickened from the sensations spilling through them.

“You like the way you taste on my tongue, don’t you?” he asked, his breathing rough and ragged.

Panting, her nails bit into his back as she kissed him harder. “Yes.”

“Your body was made for mine.” He slid his tongue down her jaw, his hands cradling the back of her head. “Every fucking inch of you was made for me, Emily.”

Kissing her, Gavin stroked his hands though her hair as Emily dug her head into the pillow, raising her hips up to meet his thrusts. Their bodies moved together in synchronous rhythm as if they were ideal components made for one another, both writhing under their suffused heat and need. Even though every inch of him was clad with muscle, his embrace was soft and gentle. He did nothing fast and nothing hard. His patient measured movements showed control while he took his time soaking in the moment, worshipping every inch of Emily’s body. As their breaths mingled and danced, their mouths played over one another, their hands whispering across one another’s bodies. Quickening his pace, Gavin cupped her breast, filling his hands with her softness, while his ears cherished every moan that left her lips.

Gavin dipped his lips to the hollow base of her neck. “You’re my weakness, Emily,” he groaned, slowly sliding his tongue against her neck. “Such a sweet weakness.”

Thrusting her fingers into his hair, Emily pulled him into her mouth as he buried himself deeper inside her warmth. Gavin felt her climax coming as she gripped his caging biceps, digging her nails into his flesh while her slick pussy tightened around him like a vice.

Bringing his arm under her back, he pulled her up against his chest as his fingers knotted in her hair. “Come for me, Emily,” he groaned, sweeping his tongue through her mouth. His muscles quivered with restraint to hold off on his own.

As soon as he felt her body start to fall apart under his, he let himself go with her. Their bodies entwined in sheer orgasmic delight as they shook, jerked, and trembled in each other’s arms. Sweat against sweat and soul against soul, they soared and fell together, each wondering if they’d ever be able to come down.

When their breathing and bodies slowed, Gavin stared into her eyes. He gently moved her hair away from her face, still in awe that she was there beneath him. He took his time passionately kissing her, his tongue giving thanks to her mouth, her neck, and her shoulders.

As she looked up to him, Emily’s hands slowly worshipped him back, her fingers smoothing through his hair, caressing down his chiseled face, and ultimately tracing his mouth.

Gavin had never felt so connected to someone before in his life. Holding her completed him; feeling her made him whole; and he needed to let her know that. “I love you, Emily,” he whispered over her lips. “I think I’ve loved you from the second I laid my eyes on you.”

He pulled his head back slightly, and Emily went to speak, but he placed a finger over her lips. “I don’t expect you to say it back. I just need you to know this wasn’t just sex for me.” He placed another soft kiss along her jaw. “I want it all, Emily. I want to spend my nights holding hands with you,” he breathed the words into her ear. “I want the all-day texting.” He kissed her temple and caressed her cheek. “I want the laughing and the forehead kisses.” He softly ran his lips over her forehead. “I want the date nights, the movie watching, and the breakfast making.” He dragged his hands through her hair, his teeth tugging gently at her bottom lip. “I want the late-night drives, the sunset watching, the screaming, the yelling, and the crying.” Still kissing her, he smiled against her mouth. “I know I’ll
definitely
want the make-up sex that comes after all of the screaming and crying. I want the good, the bad, and the in-between. All of it is what’s going to make us amazing together.”

Although she found it hard to swallow, it didn’t take long for her to reply because there was no second-guessing in her mind. Emily knew clear to the depths of her soul—through every fiber of her being—that she loved him, too. His touch, the emotions bleeding behind his words, and the sincerity in his eyes cast any fear of him—of them—away.

Staring at his beautiful face, she wound her hands around his neck, tears spilling from her eyes. “I love you, too, Gavin.” Leaning up, she softly kissed his lips, and she could feel the shock moving through him. She kissed him deeper in an attempt to alleviate that shock. It worked because she felt his body starting to relax. “I want all of those same things…and I need them with you. I want to make you happy.”