She buried her hands in his hair, his tongue sliding in and out of her belly button. She arched and whimpered as his mouth moved lower, teasing along her hips. He slicked his tongue along her inner thigh, inhaling her sweet scent. Then he breathed over the wet trail he’d left, and goose bumps traveled up her flesh. He gave her other thigh the same attention, clutching her hips as he teased her. He licked her through her damp panties, earning a loud, greedy moan. He grabbed the thin material between his teeth, looped his fingers beneath the lace covering her hips, and dragged her panties down her legs. He tossed them aside and loved his way up her legs, kissing and caressing all the way up to the apex of her thighs. He kissed the tender skin around her glistening sex until she rocked and begged for more. The need in her voice was the most erotic sound he’d ever heard. He splayed his hands on her inner thighs and dragged his tongue along her wetness.
“Oh Lord,” she said in one long breath.
“So sweet, baby.”
He did it again, one long, slow stroke over her swollen sex.
“Gavin, Gavin, Gavin…” she whispered.
He loved teasing her. Knowing she trusted him with her whole self in the light of day, body and soul, made their lovemaking that much more intense and special. He palmed her breast as he teased her again, squeezing her nipple. She panted, whimpering and writhing against him with every slick of his tongue. He knew what she needed, and covered her sex with his mouth, fucking her with his tongue, teasing her with his fingers, taking her right up to the edge of ecstasy—and holding her there. When she was breathless and flushed, he focused on the place she needed it most, sending her soaring. Her hips bucked and her sex pulsed as he feasted on her.
As she came down from the clouds, he sent her right back up and over the edge again, her essence exploding over his tongue. Her nails dug into his shoulders. He’d never felt so alive, so enraptured by pleasuring a woman. He moved off the bed long enough to strip naked. Her eyes fluttered open as he reached into his nightstand and grabbed a condom. He tore it open with his teeth as her gaze hit his cock. The raw passion in her eyes made him impossibly harder.
“I’m on the pill,” she said shakily.
“You’ve had enough bumps in your road lately, sweetheart. I’m not taking any chances with you. No accidental pregnancies to upend your life.”
“Or yours,” she said sweetly as he sheathed his hard length.
He came down over her and cradled her face between his hands. He wanted to tell her that she could upend his life any day of the week, that what he felt for her was so much bigger than anything he’d ever felt before. But he didn’t want to scare her off, so he kissed her softly and said, “I want nothing more than to feel everything when our bodies come together. We’ll know when we’re ready to risk it.”
He kissed her as their bodies aligned, deepening the kiss as they became one, and the rest of the world fell away. He reveled in the feel of her breasts against his chest, her soft thighs beneath his, her tight body swallowing every inch of him. She felt even more incredible and they fit even more perfectly than he remembered. He cradled her body against his, fighting a war inside him, wanting to stay right there as desperately as he wanted to unleash his every emotion and love her hard.
He buried his face in her hair and neck and said, “This is where you belong, Harp. With me, in my bed, in my arms.”
“Yes,” she said with so much emotion, he had to see her face, had to see the love in her eyes. “Love me, Gavin.”
Their mouths came together as they began to move, and they quickly found their rhythm, just as they had all those months ago. She wrapped her feet around the backs of his legs, angling her hips so he could drive in deeper. Never in his life had he felt so connected, so in sync with another human being. Being this close, having her body wrapped around him in every sense, made him feel whole in ways he never had.
Harper’s fingernails dug into his flesh, and he pumped faster, pushed harder. He nearly lost his mind as her orgasm took hold, squeezing his cock so tight he saw stars. A rush of heat consumed him, and he fought against the mounting pressure, wanting to send her soaring again. When she fell back to the mattress, panting, eyes closed, he pushed his hands beneath her, holding her ass as he pounded into her. He guided her legs higher, around his waist. She curled up beneath him, licking and kissing his shoulder. Christ. She must have remembered how that had driven him right up to the brink of madness last time. He remembered what she loved, too, and he moved his hands over her ass, teasing her other entrance.
She breathed, “Yes,” against his shoulder.
“Come for me again, baby,” he coaxed.
She panted against his cheek, pleading, “Dontstopdontstop.”
He moved his fingers through her wetness and returned them to the spot she wanted. Slick with her arousal, he pushed one finger into her bottom. She bit down on his shoulder as she came, rocking and moaning, squeezing his shaft so tight, pressure spiked down his spine, catapulting him over the edge with such intensity, he feared his powerful thrusts would hurt her as he ground out her name through gritted teeth. She was right there with him, clawing at his skin, gasping for breaths.
His head fell beside hers, and he tried to remember how to breathe. “Did I hurt you?” he panted out.
“No. You’re perfect. We’re perfect together.”
Thank God. After the last aftershock rumbled through him, he rolled onto his side, removed and tied off the condom, and tossed it in the trash, not wanting to move away from her just yet. He gathered her in his arms, sealing their love with a kiss.
They lay tangled together, their hearts beating frantically as sunlight streamed in through the windows, warming their naked bodies, and still Gavin ached for more. He’d been insatiable the first time they’d made love, too. He ran his hand down her back and cupped her ass. She made a sensual sound, and just like that, he was hard again.
“Gavin,” she whispered.
He saw so many emotions swimming in her eyes, his chest constricted. Could she possibly feel as much for him as he felt for her? “Yes, love?”
She pressed her softness against his arousal and said, “Can we do it again?”
He kissed her deeply. “Again.” He reached for another condom and said, “And again.”
He kissed her long and slow, and then he rose onto his knees to sheathe himself.
She reached out to help, her eyes alive with pleasure as she said, “And again…”
Chapter Twelve
LATER THAT MORNING, Harper lay in Gavin’s arms on his couch watching the end of a movie. After almost a year of living on worried breaths, thinking about the man she never expected to see again, she could finally fill her lungs to capacity. They’d lain in bed talking and dozing off for a long time after making love until Harper’s stomach growled too loudly to ignore. Then they’d forced themselves out of bed long enough to eat a snack, only to fall back into bed for dessert. They’d showered together, which was another first for her. They’d taken their time washing and caressing each other, kissing and loving without actually making love. It was the most sensual experience she’d ever had. Then again, everything was starting to feel sensual with Gavin. Even lying wordlessly in his arms was physically and emotionally gratifying.