“Sweetheart,” he whispered softly, and his mouth came coaxingly down over hers.
Months of fantasies and days of heady anticipation came rushing out in eager gropes and penetrating kisses. Harper could barely think past the inferno blazing inside her as they tumbled down to the couch. His arousal pressed firmly against her center, thrusting with each ravenous plunge of his tongue. She pushed her hands beneath his shirt, loving the way his muscles flexed with his every move as he kissed her roughly but touched her tenderly. The conflicting sensations stole her breath. His lips slipped to her cheek in a series of feathery kisses.
“God, what you do to me,” he whispered against her skin. “I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll never want to leave my side.”
Oh, yes! The desire in his voice had her arching beneath him, pulling his mouth back to hers for more. He kissed her so slow and deep, reminding her of the way he made love, powerful and sensual at once. His kisses consumed her, and her ability to think drifted away. He intensified his efforts, and she lost herself in the hot strokes of his tongue, the feel of his hand moving up her bare thigh. Her skirt bunched around her bottom. She rocked up, and he guided her legs around his waist. His powerful body flexed as he angled his hips, pressing exquisitely against her center. Even through the thick denim of his jeans she felt his girth, remembered the feel of him pushing into her.
He slicked his tongue along her lower lip, then trapped it between his teeth, tugging gently, sending jolts of electricity arcing through her. She moaned, bowing up beneath him as he kissed her jaw, and his hot, wet mouth trailed kisses down her neck.
“Don’t stop….” The needy plea came without warning, but the next came with vehemence. “Touch me, Gavin.”
He made a raw, masculine sound and reclaimed her mouth as his hand pushed beneath her blousy top. He cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple until it throbbed for more. Spikes of desire darted through her as he kissed his way down her neck again, lifting and repositioning himself lower on the couch to kiss her belly. The first touch of his lips on her stomach pulled a greedy moan from her lungs. She buried her hands in his hair, holding tight to the man who felt incredible and familiar, like no time had passed since he’d last devoured her body.
He took his time, loving every inch of her stomach and waist. He brushed his lips over her hip. He kissed her tattoo, then traced it with his tongue. “God, I missed this sunflower.”
His rough voice made her even more combustible.
He kissed his way up her belly and ribs, rolling her shirt up over her breasts, and trailed openmouthed kisses along the skin just below her bra. When he unhooked the front clasp, gently pushing the cups to the side, she bit her lower lip to keep from whimpering. He teased her nipples in languid mind-numbing circles, and those whimpers broke free despite her resistance. He nipped at her sensitive flesh until her body felt like a tangle of live wires. She writhed and arched beneath him, openly begging for more.
His mouth covered her breast with the same torturous restraint, painfully slow and expertly maddening. He flattened his tongue over the taut peak, dragging it in long, leisurely strokes, each one making her gasp and tremble. He shifted his body, lying half on her, half beside. His cock pressed temptingly against her leg, and his big, hot hand traveled down her belly. His fingers moved light and teasingly around her belly button, beneath her skirt, and along the lace at the top of her panties. He teased her there while they kissed, their tongues dancing deliciously. His hand moved lower, along the lace edge above her thigh. Her breathing was so erratic, she wasn’t sure she was really breathing at all. He gripped her thigh tight, driving flashes of heat and ice into her core. When he finally stroked her through the thin material of her damp panties, the air rushed from her lungs. His appreciative groan and hard thrust of his hips made her even wetter. His thick fingers pushed beneath her panties, and they both groaned in desperation. He sucked her breast harder, ravenously, as his fingers entered her. Her hips shot off the cushion, and she gasped with his every suck, every touch, every stroke over that magical, secret spot. Her skin tingled and burned. Blood throbbed in her veins, rushed through her ears, and when his thumb came into play, teasing the sensitive nub at the apex of her sex at the same moment he bit down, she shattered into a million electrified pieces.
“Gavin! Oh, Gav—”
Her hips bucked as the climax tore through her, unchaining all of her pent-up emotions. She undulated, emitting a string of indiscernible pleasure-soaked sounds. He stayed with her, taking her impossibly higher, until her world tilted and she careened into another explosive orgasm.
She was going to die.
She just knew it.
This immense pleasure had to be deadly.
Gavin didn’t stop there. He continued his masterful ministrations, lavishing her other breast with the same loving attention and taking her right up to the edge of ecstasy so many times, when he finally moved over her, still fully clothed, she lay panting and spent. His mouth covered hers with renewed vigor, his hard length pressing rhythmically against her center as he made love to her mouth, reigniting her oversensitive body and sending her soaring again.
When she finally drifted down from the clouds, she was shaking all over. Her limbs felt like lead. Even holding on to Gavin was too much effort. Her arms fell limply to the cushions.
Her entire body was tingling and numb at once. His kisses became softer, like secrets. She wasn’t even sure she was still kissing him back. She was completely and utterly drunk on him.
“I think you put me in an orgasm coma,” she managed just above a whisper. “I want to reciprocate, but I’m not sure I can move.”
He smiled appreciatively and said, “Don’t move, sweetheart. Get some rest.”
Her eyes opened, and the love in his drew a dreamy sigh from her lungs. “But that’s not fair to you.”
He kissed her lips, her cheek, then her lips again, and said, “What we have isn’t about fair, sweetheart. Neither of us is the type to rush into sex. We’ve known that from the start. In Virginia, we thought we had only that one night together, but now we can take our time. When we finally come together, I want you to be sure, Harper. Sure it’s what you want. Sure of us. Because we both know how good we are together, and once we’re there again, I’ll never want to let you go.”
He was cradling her heart again, knowing exactly what she needed and making sure she got it.
“I love making you feel good,” he whispered. His warm lips touched hers again in a kiss so sweet, she wanted to disappear into it. “Get some rest, Sleeping Beauty. I’ll text you tomorrow.”
Chapter Nine
HARPER AWOKE TO a knock on her door Thursday morning before dawn. She reached blindly for her phone as she sat up and saw she’d missed a call from Gavin. Goose bumps rose on her flesh as she bolted to her feet. She’d thought about him all night! How could he possibly have known?
Gavin’s sweatshirt tumbled down her thighs as she ran to the door and pulled it open. A rush of brisk air stung her skin, but the sight of Gavin standing on the porch, looking gorgeous in a dark hoodie and jeans, soothed the sting.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
“Hi.” She couldn’t stop smiling and she didn’t even know why he was there. It was that good to see him. His gaze moved slowly down her body, heating her up from the inside out.