I take one last hard pull of her nipple and start kissing my way down her abdomen, zigzagging my way across her curves until I get to the top of her mound. Her legs automatically part for me, and I take that as permission to continue my journey down south. I get on my knees and trace my finger over her clit, lifting my eyes off what my fingers are doing. I watch her watch me, and I almost come undone when she bites her bottom lip and moans as I insert my finger inside her. Her slick, wet pussy pulsates around my finger and I groan, closing my eyes and imagining sinking inside her.
“Darlin’, I’m struggling here. I need to taste you, but I need to know you’re okay with that.” My voice is gruff, the pleasure of just my finger inside her so intense that I can’t even let my mind wonder to what it’s going to be like once I’m finally inside her.
“Yes, please yes,” she cries out while my finger continues to go in and out, over her clit, and back in. Without wasting any time, I quickly replace my finger with my tongue, burying myself in her. I use my hands on her inner thighs to open her wider, sucking and licking as much of her as I can. God-fucking-damn, she tastes like heaven, and I continue licking, sucking, biting, never wanting this to end.
“Gavin,” she murmurs, her head thrashing from side to side on the covers. “Please.” I know what she’s begging for, and I’m more than ready to give it to her. I slowly insert two fingers and start their back and forth rhythm. Soon, her hips are bucking wildly against me, and I increase the speed of my fingers. Her sweet, juicy syrup is spilling all over me, and I can’t lap it up fast enough. The taste of her, the feel of her, has got me so hard I don’t give a fuck if I come all over myself.
“Oh my God… Gavin… I’m going to come,” she gasps and tugs my hair harder. I can feel her walls repeatedly clenching around me, and I know she’s almost there. I suck harder on her clit while my fingers fuck her deeper.
“Come, baby. Don’t hold back,” I tell her as she starts grinding against my face and fingers.
She screams out my name, grabs my head, and clenches me against her as hard as she can, her walls completely holding my fingers hostage as she seizes up and comes. I lift my head and watch her slowly come down from her intense orgasm. The look of pure bliss on her face is one I want to memorize. Her legs slump down and I slowly ease my fingers out of her.
“Fuck, baby, you tasted better than I even imagined you would,” I murmur against her stomach as I continue kissing my way up her body. “I plan on eating you forever.”
“Oh my God, my body is tingling right now,” she whispers, pushing my head away from her body while it continues spasming. “I don’t think my body could handle you doing that forever.” She smiles, running her fingers through my hair as she leans up to touch her mouth to mine. “But I really wouldn’t mind it on occasion. Okay, maybe more than that.”
I chuckle at her statement and decide to give her some space by using the restroom. “I’ll be back.” I stand up and wince from the pain of my erection, walking to the guest bathroom. Once inside, I close the door, turn on the sink, and splash my face with cold water, hoping the shock of it will calm my dick down. I dry my face off and take a couple deep breaths.
Aly is going to be the death of me.
I shake my head at myself and open the door to see she’s not lying on the bed anymore. I walk out into the living room and figure she’s getting ready for work when I hear her blow dryer click on. I make us some coffee and check my text messages while it brews. Once it’s done, I pour myself and her each a cup and bring hers to her.
Our eyes lock in the mirror, and she smiles shyly at me, heat flushing her cheeks. That dimple I’m starting to love pops out, and I decide to kiss her cheek exactly where it is. I sit down on the closed lid of the toilet and drink my coffee, enjoying my view as I watch her get ready.
“Are you really going to sit there and watch me get ready for work?” she asks.
“Yeah.” I shrug one shoulder, not really having a response. I just want to be around her all the time. She shakes her head with a slight smile on her face.
“Suit yourself,” she mumbles before continuing to put on her makeup.
We sit there in comfortable silence while I watch her get ready, and I see she’s struggling not to laugh as she continues avoiding me to concentrate on her makeup. I could stare at her all day and all night long; she’s that fucking gorgeous. I take a sip of my coffee and decide to break the silence.
“I realized this weekend that I haven’t taken you out on a formal date yet.”
“You’ve taken me out to breakfast, and we’ve had dinner. Those to me are all dates, so you have nothing to apologize for.”
“I don’t consider those ‘real’ dates. I want to take you out to a nice dinner.”
She rolls her eyes at me, and if she weren’t holding that mascara wand close to her eye, I would spank her ass for her sassiness.
“I don’t need to be taken out to nice dinners. I’m good with any kind of alone time I can get with you.” She turns to smile at me seductively before she goes back to concentrating on what she’s doing. My gaze rakes down her body and my cock starts twitching at the thought of bending her over that counter, pulling up that sundress of hers that she’s now wearing, and fucking her from behind. I must have groaned out loud, because she stops applying her makeup and looks over at me in concern.
“You okay?” she asks, turning to look at me briefly.
“Never better.” I wink and silently will my dick to calm the fuck down.
Think of moth balls and grandmas, Gavin.
“Back to the topic of dinner.” I clear my throat and gulp down the pain in my groin. “Do you have to work tonight? Because if not, I’m taking you out.”
She thinks for a moment before responding. “I think I’m free tonight.”
“Excellent. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
She smiles and gives me that adorable, sexy smirk again, and I seriously contemplate the idea of leaving now so I can go home and jerk off to the memories of what I just did to her.
She continues glancing at me in between putting her makeup away before finally closing her drawer and turning to me, crossing her arms over her chest. “You know, you got out of bed kind of quickly this morning. I really wanted to make you come by sucking you off, but I guess you weren’t interested.”
I spit my coffee out all over her wall and start coughing. She hands me a towel and pounds on my back, laughing the whole time.
“Arms up, Gavin. It will help you breathe.” She walks in front of me and holds my arms up, my line of vision directly in front of her marvelous breasts.
Once the coughing subsides, she lets go of my arms, and I quickly snake them around her waist and bring her down on top of me. “Don’t ever say that to me while I’m drinking hot beverages, and I’m always interested in you sucking me off.” I lift my head and kiss her, loving the fact that my girl looks sweet and innocent on the outside but has a dirty mouth in the bedroom. I can’t wait for her to become one hundred percent comfortable with me to find out just how dirty she can get.
“How about a raincheck for tonight then?” she moans out as I grind her hips against my cock so she can feel exactly what she does to me. I plunge my tongue through her parted lips, needing to get my fill of her one more time before I stop this so she can go to work.
“It’s a date,” I tell her as I break our kiss and stare into her eyes, trying to regain some sense of my sanity back. She plants one more soft kiss on my lips before standing up and leaving my lap. I watch her ass as she walks out of the bathroom before I breathe in deep and exhale out a shaky breath. I look up at the ceiling and pray for endurance that I don’t come in her mouth after two licks from that wicked tongue of hers tonight.
Please, Lord, let this girl be the one, I add silently to my prayers. As fucking crazy as it sounds, I’m falling hard and fast for Alyson Dawson, and I know there’s no turning back.
Chapter Twelve
ALY
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nbsp; ALL DAY LONG, I’ve had a permanent smile on my face just thinking about Gavin and what’s in store for us tonight. The day seemed to drag by, and I could barely focus at work, which has never happened before. When it was time for me to leave the office, my excitement turned to nervous energy, making me anxious to get home to find the perfect outfit. Earlier, I texted Gavin to find out where he’s taking me and what the dress code is, but his response back was vague, only telling me to wear a dress.
I wash my face to reapply my makeup, this time going with a heavier, smoky eye look and light lipstick. I curl my long hair into soft waves and then pin a small section of it above my right ear with a bedazzled bobby pin. I decided on a tight, black, off-the-shoulder, long-sleeved dress that stops right above my knees, with strappy black, high heel sandals and sparkling jewelry at my ears and neck. The doorbell rings just as I’m checking myself out in the mirror, and I pray that Gavin likes what he sees.
My answer comes quickly when I open the door and Gavin’s eyes widen, his gaze slowly trailing down my body and back up again to meet my eyes. I’m starting to recognize this intense gaze of his means he’s turned on and thinking of doing very naughty things to me.
I love that look coming from him.
“Goddamn, darlin’.” He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes as if he’s in pain.
I grab his wrist and pull him inside then open my mouth to ask him what’s wrong, since I’ve never seen him look like he does right now. Just when the words start to leave my mouth, my mind goes in a completely different direction and my breath catches. I’ve never seen him look hotter. He looks ruggedly handsome, wearing a charcoal gray sports coat with matching slacks, a black belt around his narrow hips, and a white button-down shirt that shows off just how in shape he is. “Wow,” I murmur, as my eyes do another once-over. “You look incredible.”
He opens his eyes, swallows, and then looks at me as he groans out, “It hurts to not be inside you. It’s taking every ounce of willpower I have to not pick you up, hike up that damn dress, and have you ridin’ me so hard that this whole neighborhood hears you screaming my name when you come.”
My eyes widen as he stares at me with unabashed desire. I blink.
Damn, there went my panties.
“It’s fine, darlin’. I can wait until after dinner to make you my dessert for tonight.” He gives me a devilish smile, and I’m ready for him to have me for dessert now.
Screw dinner!
“Will you excuse me for a second? I forgot something upstairs. Be right back,” I say quickly in a high, squeaky voice. I run back upstairs, when an idea comes to me. One I’ve never had before.
Do it! Just do it, my mind screams.
The idea is scary and exhilarating all at the same time. I pull off my thong and throw it in the hamper. I turn on all the lamps in my room and look closely at myself in the mirror, hoping it’s not too obvious I’m not wearing anything underneath.
“Aly, you okay up there?” I hear Gavin ask from the bottom of the stairs.
I jump, startled from his voice. “Coming!” I yell and hear him mumble something I can’t understand. I shut off all the lights and go back downstairs. The sensation of wearing no underwear beneath my dress is foreign, and I take the stairs slower than normal.
“You ready to go?” he asks, and I nod, grabbing my purse, and we leave the house. Gavin reaches for my hand after I lock the front door and leads me down my front yard pathway. I look around for his truck but become confused when he walks straight to a car I’ve never seen before.
“Whoa, this is fancy. Whose car is this?” I give him a quizzical look when he opens the passenger door to a silver Tesla Model S. All I’ve ever seen him drive is his truck, but then again, if this is his car, it’s just a reminder of how we barely know each other.
“This is my newborn baby Sheila.” I laugh as he accentuates his accent when calling the car Sheila. “You are her first female passenger. Even Sosie hasn’t had a test drive yet.”
I thank him for opening the door and step in, holding my dress down so it doesn’t ride up and flash him my surprise. He closes my door and runs around the front of the car to the driver’s side. I look around and admire the sleek interior of the car with minimalistic features and a huge touchscreen running down the middle console. I watch Gavin sink inside his seat and close the door. My man looks very sexy driving his luxury car, and I immediately have to press my legs together to quench the spark that radiates up my core.
“How long have you had baby Sheila?” I inquire, knowing these cars are very expensive.
“Just a couple months. When ‘Thief of My Heart’ went platinum, I decided to treat myself.”
“You deserve it. The song is amazing.” Despite my dislike for Tori, I can admit she does add something beautiful to that song, even though I know he was the mastermind behind the production and writing of it.
He grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles, his warm lips branding my skin. “Thank you, darlin’. That really means a lot coming from you.”
He tells me I’m in charge of the music, so I find a playlist of ‘80s hair bands to torture him with. To my surprise, he actually likes some of the songs and sings along. I’m learning that even though Gavin prefers to sing country music, his musical tastes are just as eclectic as mine are.
Our drive is short, and we pull into the valet parking of one of the ritzier hotels in downtown Nashville. Once we leave the car, Gavin grabs my hand and we walk into the hotel to take the elevators up to the rooftop restaurant. The doors slide open, and as soon as the hostess sees Gavin, she hands our menus to another hostess, who escorts us to our table.
The restaurant is beautiful with windows all around for a 360-degree view of Nashville at night. The hostess drops us off at one of the tables by the windows. We sit down, and while the nighttime view is magnificent, I can only imagine how breathtaking it is during the day. She hands us our menus and tells us our waiter will be with us shortly. We thank her and open our menus, and my eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the prices. Even though I knew by the looks of the restaurant that it was expensive, I wasn’t expecting it to be this expensive.
“Is the menu okay for you? I didn’t even ask if you eat steak,” Gavin questions while studying me intently, his menu already closed and put down on the edge of the table.
“The menu is fine, thank you.” I lean in closer to him across the table. “You know I don’t need fancy restaurants, right? I’m pretty laid back when it comes to food.” I’m such a homebody that sometimes I will take a bowl of cereal over going out to a restaurant.
“Darlin’, I know you don’t, but if I want to take you out to fancy restaurants, please let me.” He reaches his hand out, and I place mine in his, loving how well our hands fit together. “Okay?” He raises his eyebrow at me, a sexy smirk playing on his lips, and I know the topic is over.
“Okay.” I sigh with a smile back at him. I get lost staring into those eyes and want to pinch myself, still not believing this is real. That this amazingly kind, hot-as-sin man is sitting here across from me and wants to be my boyfriend. Me. I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I will never take him or our relationship for granted.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, baby? There are various emotions playing out all over your face.” He smiles gently at me and he reaches underneath the table to caress my knee. His touch distracts me, making me momentarily forget the question he just asked.
“All I’m thinking about is how hot you look tonight and how very, very grateful I am to be here with you.” I decide to be honest with him, because I need him to know my hesitation about us is slowly diminishing. My instincts are screaming at me to trust him, to take this leap of faith with him despite my uncomfortableness with his fame and all of the scrutiny that comes with it. I feel if I let all my doubts and worries go, then something beautiful is going to come out of this.
Something beautiful that just might last forever.
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sp; He looks around and leans in closer, his hand sliding up my thigh. “Baby, if you keep looking at me that way, we’re not going to make it through dinner.”
I give him a sexy smile and lean in as well, my hand strategically placed on his inner thigh. “Just to warn you, if your hand keeps traveling any farther north, it will discover that there is no barrier stopping you from touching me.”
His smile falters, an intense hunger shining from his eyes. I gasp when he squeezes my thigh, his fingers on my bare skin making me wet all over again. If it wasn’t for the table in between us and the absence of a tablecloth, I have no doubt that Gavin would finger me right here, right now, in front of everyone.
The waitress arrives and breaks our spell. We both lean back into our seats and tell her what we want for dinner, although my appetite is not for food any longer. When she leaves, another waiter arrives with a bottle of champagne. I look at Gavin in surprise, wondering when he ordered this. The waiter pops the cork, pours the bubbly in the flutes, and hands them to us before leaving.
“Are we toasting to your successful trip to Los Angeles?” I ask, excited to toast to him and his continued success.
“No, darlin’, we’re toasting to the future of us.” He holds up his flute and I follow his lead. “And we’re toasting to the record labels on Music Row. If it weren’t for them, we would’ve never met at the Bluebird Cafe.” We clink our glasses together and watch each other sip our champagne. So engulfed are we in each other that we don’t see someone approaching our table.
“Gavin, is this your cute little niece from Austin?” a high-pitched voice interrupts us, and I turn my head to see none other than Tori Langston standing at the edge of our table. I almost spit out my champagne but manage to gulp it down without choking.
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