“I don’t want to be a secret.”
She steps up to me, chest to chest. “Take me home. To your house.” Her finger trails down my front. “I’ll make it up to you.”
I take her hands. “This is more than sex for me.”
She draws back and looks up at me. “Do you think that’s all it is for me? Sex?”
“I’m trying to have a serious conversation and you’re using your sex appeal to stop me from discussing it.”
“I’m just making it up to you. I know this is hard and I promise—”
“I can’t do it. I want to hold your hand in public. I want to kiss you whenever I want. I want Eli fucking Easton to know you’re mine.”
“But I am yours. Why do you have to prove that to anyone other than me?”
I sit in my chair. “I’ve never felt this way for someone, and I don’t want to keep it a secret. I know you have your reasons, but I want to scream it from the rooftops.”
She sits on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. “You do?”
“God, yes.”
She kisses me. “This is really that important to you?”
I say nothing but raise my eyebrows.
She chuckles. “Just let me talk to my mom first, okay?”
“Yeah, that sounds familiar…”
“I promise. If I don’t, you can have your way with me for an entire week.”
I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her toward me. “Now I’m hard.”
“Then take me home like I told you to.”
I pat her on the ass to get her off my lap. Grabbing the bag of takeout, I take her hand and walk out the back of my office to my Bronco.
“God, Gavin,” she says breathlessly as I dip my head to lick up her neck. “I need you.”
“I need you.” I take her head in my hands and cover her mouth with mine. It’s not just sex for me, but damn if the sex isn’t spectacular. I situate myself between her legs—sadly, she’s wearing jeans tonight. “Open for me.”
“Take me to your bed.” She grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it off my body.
I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. While I climb the stairs, our mouths collide, tongues dueling for dominance. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted and if Logan never would’ve told me about this town, I never would’ve met her.
I owe him big time.
I walk us through my bedroom door and drop her on the bed. She stares up at me and our eyes lock. She has no idea how gorgeous she is.
“Why are you up there when I’m down here?”
She takes hold of her T-shirt hem to pry it up, but I place my hands on hers, my knee on the bed and inching down to her. “That’s my job.”
She puts her arms out to either side. “Well then, what are you waiting for?”
My palms slide up under her T-shirt, grabbing her bra-covered tits.
She moans and squirms under me, her hands landing on either side of my head. “I’m yours, Gavin. All yours.”
That’s all it takes for me to lose all control. With frantic hands, we help one another get undressed and I grab a condom, rolling it down my length. Needing to claim her, if only here in this bedroom between the two of us.
I push into her with a hard thrust, but withdraw slowly. She gasps. Her red hair is splayed over my pillow and everything about this feels right. As if all the pieces to the puzzle of my life have been found and put in their proper place.
She matches my rhythm, synching our bodies as I move in and out of her, going a little deeper with every thrust. Everything around us slows and the only thing that matters is us. I watch her, the way her body bows off the mattress, offering all of herself to me.
I bring one of her legs up to lie along my torso and over my shoulder and push inside her, never getting deep enough. There’s no playing it cool as inch by inch, moan by moan, we’re each baring our hearts to the other. There’s no hiding. She was meant for me and I for her.
“Harder,” she moans.
I grind into her, and her fingernails dig into my biceps.
We lose ourselves in the beauty of our lovemaking.
“I’m yours,” I whisper, and she sighs, her eyelids droopy with her impending orgasm.
“Yes,” she pants.
“And you’re mine?” I ask, knowing she’s getting closer by the way her body is wiggling under me. With one hand, I massage her clit.
Her head thrashes side to side on the pillow. “Gavin,” she says with a plea. “I’m yours. Forever.”
She clenches around my length and her back arches off the bed for a moment before she tenses and falls back to the mattress. I continue to move in and out of her until my own orgasm rivals hers.
Afterward, she runs her hand down my cheek. Neither of us says a word because we know. Almost as if there was no choice about us, our story written by fate. We both know that tonight, what just happened transcended our relationship. All I can do is fall on top of her, lower her leg, and kiss her as if my life depends on it.
She’s mine, and I’m hers.
The smell of food wakes me, and I roll over to realize I’m in Gavin’s warm bed. Grabbing his T-shirt, I throw it over my head and walk downstairs. His house is very nice, but I understand why he’d want to do some renovations. As I walk down the stairs, I hear him singing along to music.
Stopping right before I enter his kitchen, I rest my back along the wall and relish the moment. Last night wasn’t our usual sex. Hiding our relationship has made the times we’re together fast and furious because we’re so thirsty for one another. But last night it felt like he was branding me, tattooing himself on me so I’d never be free of him.
As we were falling asleep, he whispered, “All yours,” in my ear. I know he harbors some fears about being good enough, but he’s more than enough.
I walk into the kitchen, and he looks up as he pours pancake batter into a pan. “There’s the sleepyhead.”
Without stopping, I go up to him and wrap my arms around his waist, then cast a series of kisses along his spine. “Good morning.”
He covers my hands with his. “Good morning.” Turning in my arms, he brushes back my wild mane of red hair. “Hungry?”
“Starving.”
He leans back and grabs a napkin off a plate. “Sit and let me feed you.”
I smile, eyeing the bacon, sausage, eggs, and pancakes.
“Since this is our first breakfast, I wasn’t sure what you really liked.”
“We had breakfast at Northern Lights,” I say, rising on my tiptoes to kiss him.
“Powdered eggs don’t count. I feel like I should go and cook for all of them so they get something decent as a thank you because without them, I’m not sure we would be here.” He pulls out a fork and places it next to the plate.
While he finishes the pancakes, I pick at my prepared plate, not wanting to eat without him.
He flips the pancakes as though he’s a short-order cook. “Are you available today?”
I nod. “Want to stay in bed all day?”
“Actually, I’d like us to get out of the house. I was thinking either we take a boat out or go on a hike.” I open my mouth, but he holds up his hand. “I’m giving you a reprieve on outing us for a day because I just want to be with you today.”