“Don’t rip the skirt,” she admonished. “It’s my favorite.”
“Then, take it off quickly,” he demanded, sweeping in and claiming her lips hungrily. Their earlier kisses were hot and drugging. Their very essence stoked the desire they felt for one another—but this kiss was something else.
It was aggressively carnal and insistent. Lips, teeth and tongues collided. It was violent and uncontrolled, but still set them both ablaze. Even while his tongue slide between her parted lips to tangle with hers, to mimic the act that would soon follow, he was reaching behind her to unfasten her bra and finally devour her lush breasts with his mouth and lips.
Sliding the straps over her shoulders and down her arms, he pulled back to savor the moment, to commit this stunning image to memory. Her breasts were full enough to overflow in his hands, her nipples large and pale. Cupping them in his hands, he savored the softness of her flesh, the natural beauty and even the slight imperfections.
Perhaps, it was the lack of surgical alteration, or perhaps it was simply the heightened awareness of everything due to the trauma of the day, but she seemed so sensitive, so responsive to his touch that it nearly drove him wild. Her nipples would pebble beneath the lightest of touches, her head falling back as she sighed his name.
Dipping his head, Gavin captured one taut peak between his lips, alternately sucking and licking the sensitive bud until Libby was gasping for breath, her hands buried in his hair, holding him to her breasts.
“Take that damned skirt off,” he growled, nipping the underside of her breast with his teeth.
Libby reached behind her with trembling hands and lowered the zipper of her skirt. It took some maneuvering to slide the fabric over her hips until it finally pooled on the floor. Her panties were sadly just as sensible and practical as the bra she’d been wearing. They also had enough lycra in them that she could probably have used them to bungee jump. She looked a bit shy about her underwear. “So much for sexy lingerie,” she muttered.
“Doesn’t matter,” he replied, slowly peeling the panties over her hips and then down her legs. “If you were any sexier right now, I don’t think I’d survive it... But I will be taking you shopping, and you’re going to model very skimpy, very naughty things for me. Black lace and ruffles...maybe a sweet, little bow right here.” His last statement was punctuated by the touch of one of his fingers sliding sensually over her sternum, between her breasts.
*~*~*
Libby felt that standing before him in her sturdy non sexy underwear was hardly an auspicious beginning.
He however, seemed to dismiss it as not important.
When he pressed his finger to between her breasts while promising a sexy future, the touch left her shivering, as much as the idea of modeling sexy lingerie for him. The hot look in his eyes was something that Libby knew she could easily become addicted to.
She didn’t really have a chance to respond as he swept her into his arms and then placed her on the bed. Lying back amidst the pillows, she watched as he undressed.
The tie went first and then the shirt and her mouth went completely dry as her body instantly became rigid with anticipation.
His chest was a study in masculine perfection. Chiseled muscles covered in tawny skin and lightly dusted with crisp dark hair that tapered to a thin line as it bisected the heavy ridges of his abs.
The urge to simply lick him everywhere was overwhelming. That urge only became more intense when he removed his pants. To call him impressive would have been the understatement of the year. Long, thick and perfectly shaped; she ached to touch him, to taste him.
More than that, she was desperate to feel him inside her, to wrap her legs around him and savor every stroke as he moved within her. Rising to her knees, she crawled to the side of the massive bed, pausing in front of him.
“What wicked things are going through your pretty head?” he asked.
Libby didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. Dipping her head, she circled her tongue over the glistening head of his cock, licking him with slow, thorough strokes that elicited a harsh groan from him. Growing even bolder, she closed her lips over the plum shaped head and sucked gently while stroking him with her tongue.
“Enough—I’ve been waiting for this for over a year and I’ll be damned if it’s going to end before I’m ready,” he seethed while pushing her back onto the bed and coming down on top of her.
The heat of his body on hers with his rasp of hair and roughened skin rubbing against hers was almost too much. Along with the delicious feeling of firm, sculpted muscle pressing against her, had her arching against him, eager and wanting. “We can take our time later—I need you to hurry,” she urged.
Gavin drew her arms up, clasping both her hands in one of his and holding them above her head, pinned to the mattress.
The pose thrust her breasts upward, her pebbled nipples begging for his touch. “You made me wait, Libby...” he whispered while circling those taut peaks with his fingertips. “Running off the way you did. It’s only fair that you experience some delayed gratification, too.”
His teasing touch was far gentler than she wanted it to be and panting softly, Libby couldn’t help but recall that night. She’d stood in the darkened corridor of the yacht, a party raging on just the other side of the door as Gavin had pressed her back against the wall, his mouth hot and eager on hers.
His hands had been eager too, sliding over her shoulders, down to her breasts and then further, until he had tugged her hips against him, pressing his erection against her.
The lust had been so intense, so undeniable, that it’d spooked her. She’d felt out of control, unsteady and worried that she was in over her head. Those things still worried her, but after a year of regretting that decision and running from passion, Libby didn’t care anymore. She didn’t just want to be in over her head, she wanted to dive in head first and revel in it.
Arching her back, she pressed her breasts more firmly against his palm, just as she hitched one leg up and curved it around his lean hips. The position opened her fully to him, no secrets, no barriers. Sliding her hips in a sensuous circle, she moved against him, letting him feel how hot she was for him, how achingly wet.
“Minx,” he muttered, lowering his head to her breasts. “You’re not the only one who can tease.” He hungrily took her taut nipple into his mouth.
His teeth grazed sharply over the hardened bud, making her gasp. “I need you,” she said, softly. “I ache for you to fill me, to take me. Please?”
*~*~*
Gavin dropped his forehead to her chest. As pleas went, it was an impossible one to resist, but it left him hollow with need, wanting her just as desperately as she appeared to want him.
Sliding his hand from her breasts, over the softness of her belly, he touched the slick folds of her sex. He savored the wet heat just for a moment.
Rising up, he grasped his cock and guided it to her entrance, stroking the engorged head against her opening, teasing them both.
He was taken off guard when he felt her hands move down his back, coasting gently until they reached his buttocks she grasped him firmly and pressed, just as she arched her hips up, taking him in.
With the head of his cock piercing her slick entrance, Gavin knew that he was lost. Sinking into the heat of her, feeling the damp, silky sheath clenching around him, he accepted that finesse was no longer an option. There would be time for that later, he hoped.
For the moment, he could do nothing more than drive himself deeper into her, feeling the hot clutch of her body contracting around him, tugging him ever deeper, ratcheting the pleasure to an even greater intensity.
Tangling his fingers into her dark auburn hair, he angled her head for a kiss, delving his tongue into her mouth even as he tunneled into her. Increasing the tempo, each thrust became harder and faster, going ever deeper until it was impossible to tell where one body ended and the other began.
He knew as sure as he knew the sun rose everyday that every so
und she made; the burn of her fingernails as she scored his skin, and the hot, pulse of her body around him as she came the first time, would be forever burned into his memory.
Breaking the kiss, Libby gasped his name. “Gavin—Oh, my God!”
Normally, he would have replied with wit, some smart ass comment to keep the mood light and fun. But he wasn’t capable of it just now. In that moment, he could do nothing but chase his release, driven by a need unlike anything he’d ever felt. Each driving thrust brought him closer.
The familiar tension locked his muscles, his jaw clenched, and then an extreme pleasure washed through him as he pressed deep inside her, spilling himself into her softness.
In the aftermath, the room was filled only with the sound of their ragged breathing. Neither spoke, for the longest time. Disentangling himself from their jumbled pile of sated limbs, Gavin rolled to his side, and pulled her against him, pressing her back to his chest, and stroking his hands over her lush curves in a soothing manner. “Stay with me,” he murmured against her ear.
“I’ll stay the night—I was hoping you’d ask,” she answered breathlessly.
He smiled at her, enjoying the sweetness of her face, the seductive curve of her lips. “I don’t mean tonight, Libby. I’ve been looking for you for so long—Just stay.”
“Until when, Gavin?”
“Until we figure out what both want...and until I know that it’s safe for me to let you go. Your face will be all over the tabloids, Libby. The news of us will be everywhere. Whoever is trying to kill me may very well try to use you to get to me—I don’t know what I’d do.”
Libby let out a small sigh.
He knew what she was probably thinking; it was insane to even consider it. They barely knew one another, yet every time they were within feet of one another it became incendiary. Still, he hoped that she regretted not taking the risk in the past.
“I’ll stay—but only until we figure out who wants you dead...Then—”
“Then we’ll see,” Gavin promised. “We’ll see.”
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CAUGHT WITH CASANOVA
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Table of Contents
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CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
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