The Deadly Series Boxed Set

by Jaycee Clark

  One arm was flung out above her head, the other across her smooth alabaster stomach. Her breasts lay soft and inviting.

  Gavin slowly caressed his way up her legs, to her sexy little underwear.

  He cupped her, and her heat dampened him through the ivory lace. Grinning and watching her, he grazed his finger along the length of her, his gut clenching when he realized how wet she already was. Still watching her, he pressed, once, twice a bit deeper and she moaned. Carefully, so as not to rip the lace, as he’d really have loved to do, he rolled the underwear down her long legs.

  He stood there, between her bent knees, looking down at her. Finally, she was naked. There wasn’t a stitch of clothing to keep any of her from him.

  “You’re staring,” she told him, moving her hands to cover herself.

  “I know,” he told her, grabbing her hands. “And I could simply stare all night.”

  Her bottom lip pouted out. “Simply stare all night? And here I had such high hopes for us.”

  “There’s that sass again. High hopes? Well, all right, maybe we’ll do more than stare. After all,” he told her, leaning into her, “we don’t want those high hopes to waste, do we?”

  Her smile warmed him.

  “It’s not fair.”

  “What?” he asked, leaning down to kiss her, his hand lying across her stomach.

  “I can’t stare at you?” One of her brows arched. “Not that you’re not breath-stealing in that tux, honey, but I’d rather you were out of it.” Her finger ran down the front of his white shirt.

  Gavin laughed, as they both fumbled to get his clothes off. Her hands were everywhere at the same time and seemingly nowhere at all.

  The flowers bedded the area around her with a soft dreamy feel. While Gavin kicked his pants and boxers off, she picked up a handful, held them above her and let the flowers fall.

  In a blink, Gavin joined her on the bed. Skin touched skin, charging both them and the air around them. Smooth and gentle met hard and angled.

  Gavin looked into her eyes. Beautiful, she was so damn beautiful. He kissed the edge of her mouth, turning up into a dimpled smile, traced the corner with his tongue. Her breath wafted against him as she sighed. They were soon lost in each other’s kisses. Hands skimmed along bodies, exploring, learning, caressing, building the feelings within her.

  Gavin propped up on his elbow beside her. She watched him just watching her. What was it with this man that he simply liked to look at her? She couldn’t really get her mind around that.

  His tan hand reached out and cupped her breast. One blunt-tipped finger circled the edge of the breast, then moved closer and closer to the center, until finally he plucked her nipple. The quick shot of nerves sent electricity straight through her belly.

  Still those dark blue eyes bore into hers, as if he were studying what she liked, what she didn’t, without even asking.

  His hand moved from her breast to her navel, a long, lazy figure eight.

  He leaned down and kissed her, robbing her of thought. His fingers trailed a fire from her heart to her core. Up and down, up and down, until she just wanted him to touch her.

  Her hands came up to spread across his torso, her fingers twirling in the patch of dark hair veeing across his wide chest. She leaned up, kissed his flat nipple.

  She heard his intake of breath just as he found her with his fingers. This time it was her turn to gasp as he started the magic.

  “Gavin . . .”

  He loved the sound of his name on her lips. Gavin trailed his fingers over her, along the wet slickness of her, circling her center begging for him to touch the small point of passion.

  “Gavin . . .”

  “Taylor,” he told her on a grin. He leaned down to kiss her as he finally flicked over her sensitive bundle of nerves, at the same time slipping a finger inside her.

  “Ohhhh . . .”

  She was so tight, so hot, so ready.

  But he wanted more . . .

  He leaned closer, kissed her as he dipped one finger even lower and had her arching off the bed.

  Gavin worked her to the point of shattering before backing off. He kept up the torture, until she was begging him, until her eyes lightened to the color of perfect aged Scotch.

  He settled between her thighs.

  Taylor held her breath, waiting. If he didn’t come into her now, she didn’t know what she’d do.

  He kissed her thigh, drew a figure eight on it with his warm tongue.

  Taylor pulsed with need.

  Slowly, so damn slowly, he pushed her thighs wider. She looked down, her eyes locking with his wild blue ones. He leaned closer, paused, his fingers coming up to play just as he leaned in and covered her with his mouth. His tongue laved and promised, flicking lighting rods to every nerve in her body. Taylor arched, tried to hold it. Not yet. Not without him . . . Just as she reached the edge of the precipice, he stopped. Then suckled hard on her clitoris while his fingers danced wickedly.

  She screamed and came in a blind furious bolt.

  “Gavin . . . please.” She locked her legs around him as her hand reached down to find him.

  Wrapping him in her fist, she looked into his eyes. They were the color of the sky near dawn, a pure, deep blue, the color of a lapis lazuli stone.

  He wanted in her now. Now. But something . . . Reason . . .

  “I need a condom,” he managed.

  “No, you don’t. It’s fine.” She tried to pull him down for a kiss.

  “You sure?” he asked her.

  Her hand tightened and he closed his eyes. “You don’t have to worry about me getting pregnant, or that I have some STD. I’m clean.”

  “Fine.” Gavin grabbed her hand and with one single thrust entered her. She gloved him in heat. “Oh, God.”

  Exquisite. She was absolutely exquisite. He leaned up on his elbows and looked down at her, kissing her gently.

  “Taylor,” he whispered against her mouth, nudging the side of her nose with his own. “Open your eyes.”

  Amber darkened as passion danced in her eyes. They shifted together, the age-old movement as simple and beautiful as the ebb and flow of waves on a shore.

  With each measured stroke he slowly built her back up until she was nearing the peak, only to change rhythms and prolong this joining. He didn’t want this to end too soon, the pleasure over too quickly. Slow and deep, fast and shallow, rotating, thrusting, until she thrashed her head to the side.

  “Oh, God . . . Gavin . . .”

  When they were both glistening with moisture, when Taylor was all but begging him, Gavin reached down between them and found her again. She crested, vising around him, yelling his name.

  “Gavin!”

  Pulling him over the edge with her.

  Gavin poured himself into her, losing his mind, his thoughts, all reason and more of himself than he ever had before as her muscles squeezed everything from him.

  They both lay gasping for breath. Gavin knew she was alive because her heart pounded beneath him, and her breath puffed against the side of his face. And he must be alive if he felt those things.

  Gavin rolled to the side and brought her with him so that she lay tucked up beside him.

  Minutes passed in silence. His fingers trailed over her arm and hip. Hers skimmed over his chest.

  “I never knew . . .,” she whispered, her head on his chest.

  “Never knew what?” he asked her, tucking his chin in and looking down at her.

  “I didn’t know it could be like that,” she admitted.

  Gavin thought for a minute. “You mean you’ve never . . . ?”

  Her head shook back and forth, the hair sliding over his arm and chest. “Yes, I’ve had an orgasm, O great one. Just not like . . . I didn’t understand what the big deal was.”

  Grabbing her against him, he pulled her atop him.

  “Not that big a deal?” he asked her. “Poor Taylor, so deprived.”

  Her dimples calmed him. “Deprived?”r />
  It was stupid, juvenile even, but primitive, too. He had pleased her, opened this world of passion for her. He was invincible.

  Her back was as soft as the blooms scattered all around them and over them. Gavin picked several of them out of her hair. He loved those coppery strands in his hands, sliding like silky water through his fingers.

  Her head turned to lie on his chest.

  “What’s the champagne and cake for?” she asked.

  “Oh.” He’d meant to drink some before, but had gotten sidetracked.

  Gavin sat up and Taylor moved away from him, tucking the sheet up beneath her arms, sitting cross-legged. One knee stuck out of the sheet. He opened the bottle of the hotel’s best champagne. The pop of the cork preceded the dry scent of the wine as a cloud swirled out of the mouth of the bottle. Bubbling gold sloshed into two flutes. He handed one to her.

  “To us,” he said.

  She tilted her head, studying him, and he thought she’d never looked more beautiful. Her pale cheeks were rosy from lovemaking. Fiery strands of hair tasseled down around her shoulders and breasts. Lips full and pouty from his kisses gently smiled. He wondered at the question he saw in her eyes. Finally, she clinked her glass to his. “To us.”

  Instead of taking a drink like he, she looked down into the glass.

  Gavin reached out and titled her face up. “What is it?”

  “I don’t know how to explain,” she said.

  “Try.”

  Her teeth scraped over her bottom lip. Taking a small sip, she shrugged, then said, “Thank you.”

  “For?” He didn’t want her damn gratitude. “For making love to you?”

  She shook her head, a small smile playing at the edge of her mouth. “No, even though that was amazing too.”

  She took a deep breath. “For everything. For listening to me, for wanting to listen, for the flowers.” Her hand waved out over the bed. “For wanting me. This will probably sound dumb, but it’s the little things that matter most to me. A phone call, a smile across the room, just when you reach for my hand.”

  She looked over the bed then back to him. “How did you know this was my favorite flower?”

  “You smell like honeysuckle.” He leaned over and pulled her towards him until they were sitting side by side. “Besides, roses are generic.”

  Her laugh tinkled around him. “You make me laugh, Gavin. I like being with you. You make me feel foolish and stupid and special.”

  He tilted his head. “You are special, Taylor.”

  Her gaze went back to her glass and she took a drink. Gavin reached out and held her hand over her flute. “You are special.”

  “I don’t know about that, but you believe it, and that’s enough to make me smile, to make me believe it too.”

  Gavin took her flute, set it on the nightstand beside his. He started to roll them over and show her just how special she was to him.

  Her slow smile and wiggling brows stayed him. Taylor’s small hand pushed against his chest. He obligingly laid back. “It’s my turn now.”

  “Are your hands always cold?” he asked her, as she straddled him.

  “Pretty much. Why?”

  “Just wondered.”

  “Hmmm . . .” Taylor leaned down and kissed him. And it was unlike any kiss they’d ever shared. This was no easy, gentle kiss. It was as if all her feelings, all her emotions, all her everything was in that single mating of tongues.

  “I want to kiss all of you,” she said into his mouth. “Can I kiss all of you?”

  Gavin smiled. “If you want.”

  “Close your eyes.”

  What was this? Gavin looked at her.

  “Please?” she asked him. “I promise not to do anything you don’t like.” That she’d turned his words back on him was not lost.

  With a sigh, Gavin closed his eyes. “Can I peek?”

  “No.” He kept his hands on her waist, felt her shift her weight and reach over him. Her breasts brushed his chest and his breath caught.

  “Here, you need some cake.” Her finger skimmed his mouth and he reached out, licked it. The creamy icing sweet on his tongue. He pulled the digit into his mouth before he released it.

  “I like cake.” He wiggled under her. “Can I have some more?”

  “In a minute.” He could hear the smile in her voice. The clink of flutes hinted only a moment that she had the champagne before the chilled liquid drizzled over his chest, around and into his mouth. More clink and the tinkle of ice as she set them back apparently in the ice bucket.

  Her mouth was warm against his as she kissed him. Her hot tongue licked the wine from the corner of his mouth, from his chest.

  Taylor moved down him reveling in the fact he was hers for the night. She kissed the hardened contours of his chest, twirled her tongue around his flat nipples, down his sculpted muscled stomach.

  Cold hands? That gave her an idea . . . Reaching over again, she grabbed two cubes of ice. Should she? What if he didn’t like it?

  Taylor shook her head. He wasn’t Charles. Being with Gavin was not only wonderful, but fun. Fun. And if he didn’t like the ice cubes, she’d go back to the cake.

  She laid her palms flat, the ice under them, on his stomach.

  Gavin’s quick intake of breath had her chuckling. She swirled the ice over him, followed her hands with her mouth. She kissed him all over.

  She kissed her way down his stomach, stopping for just a moment, looking at his tall, proud erection. Would he like that? What if he didn’t?

  Gently, she took him in her hand. Smooth and hard. Contrasts just like the man. Leaning over she quickly kissed the tip of him.

  Her warm tongue circled him. “God, Taylor.”

  Then she closed her mouth over him. Hot tongue and cold ice. Swirling, circling.

  “Christ.”

  He felt the vibration of her chuckle against him, through his groin, straight up his spine. She loved him with her mouth, teased him with her hands, tormented him with the contrasting temperatures. She pulled him deep until he couldn’t stand another moment. He wanted to be in her now. Right now.

  In one deft motion he flipped her off his chest. Holding her under him, he grabbed the ice bucket and the cake.

  “I said I wanted more cake. Close your eyes . . . It’s my turn.”

  His eyes were that wild blue she’d seen earlier. Staring up at him, her belly fluttered with a good dose of passion and just a bit of apprehension of the unknown. Taylor licked her lips and closed her eyes.

  She felt him shift, felt a finger with the icing slide over her belly, twirl around her nipples, plop against each one.

  His tongue slowly, torturously removed each and every trace until all she saw were warm lights behind her eyelids.

  Gavin watched her, saw her pulse beating fast already.

  He’d had to reach deep to keep from coming in her mouth, but this night was more about her than him. That’s the way he wanted it. He laved the icing off of her, then pressed his length against her for just a moment, kissing her.

  Leaning up, she started to open her eyes, but he said, “No, keep them closed. Turn over.”

  For a moment, he watched the slight frown between her eyebrows, but then she turned over on her stomach.

  Gavin smiled at the line of her back, the vertebrae, the dip at the base of her spine before her flare of hips.

  He ran his finger from her nape, all the way down to the top of her buttocks, his hands grazing over the flair of derriere.

  She sucked in her breath. He grinned and grabbed an ice cube, ran it just as he had his fingers, watching the gooseflesh prickle over her skin, the shuddering sigh as he reached the base of her spine. Leaning over, he kissed her from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet, his hands working back up, slightly spreading her legs for him. Again he reached for another cube of ice . . . what the hell, with one hand, he slipped his fingers in her, worked them deep and slow until she was panting, wet and incredibly hot.

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p; “Get on your hands and knees, curl over,” he said gruffly.

  She shifted, doing as he asked, curling before him. He stopped, simply looked at her, wet and waiting for him. Ice water dribbled from his hand. “Contrasts are interesting, aren’t they?”

  He worked his fingers deep inside her, even as he grazed the ice cube down, dipped over her center, watched her shiver and pulse, his own passion at the breaking point.

  He rose between her spread thighs and entered her, riding her hard and fast, her moans driving him over the edge as she screamed her climax.

  Chapter 12

  Warm water lapped around them, lost under the mountain of bubbles frothed high from the jets of the Jacuzzi tub. Taylor settled back against Gavin’s chest, squishing foam between them as her skin met his. The contact sent tingles along her nerve endings.

  His arms wrapped around her from behind and his chin settled on her shoulder. Taylor turned her head and kissed his cheek. Their gazes locked.

  “I like you wet.” Hands ran up her arms and back down to lace his fingers with hers.

  Taylor grinned. “Yeah, I think I’ve already figured that out.”

  Gavin laughed and the rumble vibrated against her back. That devastating smile played havoc on her heart. “Sass. You are full of sass tonight.”

  “Want to see what else?”

  His mouth settled over hers and he kissed her so slowly, so achingly sweet that Taylor’s breath caught. Gavin’s tongue teased hers to play before he pulled her bottom lip between his. Her breath sighed out.

  She pulled back, and saw his eyes, framed by wet spiked lashes, studied her.

  “What?” she asked.

  Gavin didn’t answer. Instead, he settled back into the tub, untangling one of his hands to pluck a strawberry off the chilled plate set on the deep ledge of the tub. He dunked it in whipped cream and offered it to her. It was hardly the first he’d fed her since they’d climbed into this monstrous bathtub. The firm fruit gave way with a soft crush beneath her teeth. Reaching out, she deftly licked the cream from his forefinger, pulling the digit into her mouth. Those eyes of his crinkled at the edges as they narrowed on her.