My breath lodges in my throat. “Gavin…” I’m unsure how to respond. “I’d never expect you to give up on your goal. Is that what you think? That I want you to give up what makes you happy? Never.” I sit up and lean on the wall, since the bed has no headboard. “I think we’re just stuck in a situation that doesn’t have an easy answer.”
“Stuck because you want me too?” There’s so much hope in his voice.
He’s so forthcoming with his desires that it demands I be too. I bite my lip and nod.
“Yeah,” I say softly, finally admitting my feelings to him.
He sighs, and it sounds pained rather than relieved. “I can separate the election from us, but I see why you can’t.” He inches closer, resting his head in his palm.
I look down to see his gaze on me. I forgot to pull the blanket up when I sat up against the wall and the snug silk pulls across my breasts, the lace V teasing the crevice of them.
My breathing hitches in my throat and an ache forms in my center. “I can’t. But you have no idea how tempting you are right now. How badly I want to throw off these covers and say to hell with it.” I bury my face in my hands.
The mattress shifts, and he sits up, pulling my hands away from my face. “It could be our secret. Until after the campaign, obviously.”
I glance at his bare chest and press my teeth into my bottom lip. He’s harder than ever to deny.
“Seeing you in this… it’s hard to control myself. All I want to do is touch you, kiss you, fuck you.” The softness of his voice surrounds me like a thick blanket.
I want everything he said too. I’ve wanted it since our first date.
“But I won’t make a move unless you tell me it’s okay.” He stares at me with intensity that I can feel.
I trail my fingertips over his lips, then down his body until they’re bouncing off every ab and they rest on the sheets and blankets that conceal him from me. “Are you really naked?”
He nods.
My mind conjures up what he might look like. How big he might be, how his hands will feel on me, how he’ll feel inside me.
I love my mom and I want her to be happy, but I need to take this one for me and reap the repercussions tomorrow. Otherwise, I’ll always wonder.
I smash my lips to his and he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me down on him. He’s all hard body to my soft curves and his tongue doesn’t wait for permission, just plunges into my mouth and claims me. He makes me feel wanton, as though he’s been waiting an eternity to taste me and now that he has, it’ll never be enough.
“Goddamn.” He rolls me over and rises up on his hands to take me beneath him. “You’re so beautiful and this… I feel like I’m taking away your innocence.”
I laugh. “I’m not a virgin.”
His finger runs the length of the V, dipping under the lace and teasing my breast. “Thank God, because I’m not sure I have the willpower to fuck you like I’d have to if you were a virgin.”
A five-alarm fire engulfs my body. His words, his actions, the look on his face, all work together to make him irresistible. I wrap one arm around his neck and pull him down. Again, our lips collide and our tongues tangle in a fury.
He nudges my legs apart with his knees and the silk nightgown slides up my legs. With the help of his hands and me raising my ass, he gets the fabric to rest at my waist, then I feel his length at my core.
“God, you feel so good,” I whisper.
He places his hands on my face, resting his elbows on either side of my head, and kisses me slowly and passionately. “This isn’t a one-time thing for me, Posey, I want you to know that.”
I groan when he circles his hips. I widen my legs, wanting him so badly, but he slides one strap of my nightgown off my shoulder.
“I’m torn. I want to fuck you so bad with this on, but I want to see you bared to me more.” I help him slide one arm out, and he pulls the fabric down to reveal my breast. “Perfection.”
My back arches when he places his mouth over my breast, twirling my nipple with his tongue. As he takes his time devouring one breast, his fingers travel up my rib cage, slipping the other strap off my shoulder.
He draws back, taking me in, and I’m not embarrassed as I have been with other men. I have a confidence with Gavin that I never knew was inside me.
He presses my breasts together and switches the nipple he’s sucking, then lets go with a pop. “I’m going to fuck these one day.”
I sigh, unable to take much more anticipation. He travels down my stomach, his gaze never straying from mine for long. I help him get the nightgown off me, and he situates himself between my legs, using his fingers to spread me open.
“You’re dripping,” he says, plunging one finger inside before his mouth touches my clit.
I moan and my ass rises off the bed. He adds another finger and arches them.
“Please. Please,” I beg mindlessly, needing him inside me.
Instead of moving his fingers, he holds them there while his tongue flicks my clit. I writhe under him, needing more movement of his fingers, but he’s playing a game with me. A game that’s taking me to the edge and not letting me fall over.
“I need you, Gavin. Please don’t make me wait any longer.” My hands entwine through his silky hair.
“Just one or two more minutes.” He winks and licks me before sucking my clit into his mouth.
He moves his fingers now, and I lose myself in the pleasure he’s giving me, his fingers and mouth working in a perfect rhythm. I cry out with the orgasm my body has been begging for since I first met Gavin Price. He chuckles into my core, pressing the softest kiss to my pussy before rising up on the bed. He situates himself on top of me but rolls me over with him so I’m on top.
“Too tired to take the reins?” I ask.
He caresses my cheek. “Just greedy. I want to watch your tits move and see how your second orgasm flushes your beautiful porcelain skin.”
My fingers run down his chest. “Condom?”
His eyes widen. “Shit. I had one in the pocket of my pants from the meeting.”
My stomach sinks. No, no, no.
He gently moves me off his lap and onto the mattress. “There’s got to be one here.” He bends over and opens the one drawer in the small bedside table, then pulls out an economy-size box of condoms. “I’m scared, Posey. What kind of place is this?”
I laugh, taking the condom from his hand and tearing it open. “Do you really want to worry about that now?” I pinch the tip of the condom and roll it down his length. “And for the record—apparently small feet have no bearing on dick size.”
He chuckles and relaxes back, one hand reaching up and squeezing my breast. “Ride me, baby,” he says in a seductive voice that makes me burn for him.
I situate myself over him, guiding his cock inside me. His hands mold to my hips and I fall forward, kissing him because he’s the most mouthwatering man I’ve ever seen and I can’t believe he’s inside me right now.
“Posey, I need you to move,” he says in a strained voice.
I giggle, circling my hips. I sit up straighter, leaning back a bit and resting my hands on his thighs, and rock in a circle that leaves a smoldering gaze in his eyes.