by Gail McHugh
Page 92
Gavin ignored her words with his decadent grin, carrying her up the stairs. “You think I’d make love to you on a bare floor?”
Kissing his neck, the tantalizing aroma of his musky cologne tickling her nose, Emily couldn’t care less about the location in that moment. She needed him. “We’ve had sex in a dressing room at Neiman Marcus. ” She brought her mouth up to his and nibbled at his lip. “We’ve had sex on the beach in the Hamptons. ” Smoothing her hands down his broad shoulders, she started unbuttoning his shirt. “We’ve even had sex in a utility closet at my school. All of a sudden you’re worried about a bare floor? Since when did you become selective as to where you inhale me?”
A devious gleam struck Gavin’s eyes as the memories of each and every encounter Emily mentioned rippled through his mind. She was correct, but today was different. He had other things planned for the way he’d inhale her. Ignoring her words, he continued to carry her into what would be their master suite.
Emily’s breath caught as her eyes roamed over an elegant four-poster canopy bed. King in size, deep mahogany in color, and draped in white sheer netting, the lone piece of furniture gave the room an ethereal, romantic feel. Gavin gently set her down with her back pressed to his chest. Moving her wavy hair away from her neck, he leaned into her ear and slowly unzipped her dress. “I plan on inhaling every inch of your body on that bed,” he whispered, easing the single strap off her shoulder. “Is that okay with you, Miss Cooper?”
Emily couldn’t think, breathe, or move as her dress hit the cool wood floor, leaving her heated body close to bare in a black, strapless corset and garter. “Yes,” she breathed, feeling Gavin’s hands ghost over her chest. In seconds, he had her corset unhooked, freeing her breasts from their confinements. The silk lingerie joined the discarded dress. The sensation of his touch was beyond delicious as Gavin palmed her breasts, kneading them softly. He skimmed his greedy mouth up and down Emily’s neck and her head fell back against his strong shoulder. A soft moan filtered past her lips.
Reaching behind her, she started unfastening his belt, her hands working feverishly over the leather. Dear God, she couldn’t get it undone fast enough. With one hand making love to her breast, Gavin slid the other into her panties, his fingers massaging her clit in soft, slow circles. Soaked in desire and needing to hold on to something, Emily’s hands stopped unfastening his belt. She dragged them up his neck, curled them in his hair, her quick, panting breaths echoing through the sparsely furnished room as Gavin slowly finger-fucked her into oblivion.
“Jesus, you’re always so wet for me,” Gavin said, his voice ripe with erotic sweetness. Sucking on her neck, his fingers dipping in and out of her, he gently bit her flesh. “You’re mine, Emily. ”
She moaned, a corresponding tug of heat building deep within her pussy with each stroke. “Forever,” she breathed as hot pleasure tore through her. Her body melted, throbbing to have him inside her. No longer able to wait, she faced him.
His eyes, the color of blazing blue fire, stared intently into hers, the emotions swirling behind them raw, fierce with passion as she finished unbuttoning his shirt and pants. She stripped him of his clothing, and Gavin’s mouth caught hers, his beautifully etched lips soft, warm. Melded together, he backed her toward the bed. The heat radiating from his skin nearly set Emily aflame. In one slow, torturous motion, Gavin knelt before Emily, pulling her panties, garter, and thigh highs down to her ankles.
“Lay down,” he said, his expression laced with hot, carnal promise.
Staring at him, Emily slid across the massive bed. The cool Egyptian cotton sheets further awakened her senses. With her head nestled against feather pillows, her body trembled in anticipation as Gavin crawled between her shaky legs. Like a hawk stalking its prey, he hovered, his eyes pinned to hers for a beat before his mouth found hers again. He pressed his lips to hers with scorching possession and tasted her with unrushed, deep licks.
With their kiss building in intensity, Emily intertwined her fingers through his hair, her lips parting in a gasp when she felt the thick crown of his cock barely ease into her. It flared open her entrance. Another gasp left her lips when he slowly pulled it out, leaving her quivering for more. Sinking his mouth to one of her breasts, his eyes locked onto hers, holding her in place. Growling, Gavin swirled his hot tongue around her hardened nipple. As if the air had been sucked out of the room, Emily tried to breathe, but she couldn’t. She was drunk with pleasure, drunk with need, as Gavin continued to lick slow, languorous circles around her swollen breast, his fingers flexing restlessly against the other.
“Do you know how beautiful your body is?” Gavin asked, his voice throbbing with emotion, his eyes glazed over with desire as he hitched his arm under Emily’s back. She shook her head, staring at him. “This beautiful body gave life to our son. I’ll worship it forever. Treasure it like the gift it is. Like the gift it gave to me. ”
His words so powerful, so intense, sent a tremor through Emily’s limbs. Breathless, she licked her lips and watched Gavin slowly kiss his way down her ribs, his biceps, thick and sculpted, flexing as he moved. He stroked his tongue across the middle of her stomach, letting it linger before dipping it over the rigid scar left behind from her Cesarean. Gavin looked up at Emily, her eyes showing a flicker of self-consciousness as he moved his tongue over the gorgeous imprint representing Noah’s life. He trailed his fingers along the raised, pink flesh.
“Thank you for this permanent scar,” he whispered, cupping her bottom. He lifted the lower half of her body to his face, gently kissing each inch of her stomach. “Thank you. ”
Not only did Emily’s entire body tremble from his touch, but so did her heart. She was overwhelmed by the intense emotions rocking through her. Pleasure radiated, and heavenly zips of electricity curled around every muscle, fiber, and cell as Gavin settled his mouth between her legs. His tongue flicked softly against her swollen clit. Goose bumps raced and tingled across her skin, each stroke sending a ferocious wave of ecstasy tumbling deep within her stomach. It balled, simmering hot like lava. Her hips lurched up, pressing her wet warmth against his devouring mouth.
Squeezing her ass tighter, Gavin licked through her tender flesh, his tongue feasting in her sweetness. Her moans propelled his senses higher; her trembling legs wrapped tight around his head sent him reeling. Desire needled him as Emily’s long, drawn out cries dissolved into whimpers. Emily clutched his hair, tugging his face into her harder, and hell if it didn’t make Gavin go nuts. She was close. So fucking close. He could feel it, taste it. Pushing two fingers through her slick opening, the excruciating need to bury himself inside her burrowed thick in his balls. Amped up and feeling as though he was about to lose it, Gavin sucked faster and harder at Emily’s swollen bud, her body mind-fucking him for his own release. Her calves and thighs, resting on his back, started to quake as her clenching pussy drew his fingers in.
“Come for me, baby,” Gavin roughed out, tripping his thumb over her clit. “I need to taste all of you. Give it to me. ”
Emily’s belly dipped in response to the silkiness of his voice, the heated rasp of it melting her to the bones as she let go. Falling, her skin tingled and glistened with sweat. Her nipples hardened like gemstones. Her sex throbbed violently as her orgasm hit, crashing over her body like an angry wave. Before the world could settle back down around her, Gavin slithered up her body and pushed the wide crest of his cock inside her. Emily gasped and spread her legs wide to take all of him. Tangling his hands in her hair, Gavin closed his mouth over hers in a lust-fueled kiss, groaning as he licked into her deeper, harder. Tasting her tanginess on his tongue, Emily moaned, the thick, burning of him spreading her open, nearly hurtled her into another orgasm. But she welcomed the aching soreness, ate it up in all its deliciousness, knowing she’d never get enough. God help her, she knew she’d never be whole without him. He was vital to her being. Her shelter from a storm.