Bound to the Fallen (Prophecy #2)
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She nodded, managing to avoid eye contact with me as she tilted her water glass up.
I knew better, but I was so intrigued with her that I promptly brushed off the fear that I was becoming completely infatuated with her.
Chapter Fourteen
Brooke
July 16, 2014
Sitting at the large bar, I sipped nervously on a margarita. A clap of thunder roared and rattled the glasses on the cabinet behind the bar. I finished my first drink and ordered a second. There were only a few people scattered throughout the bar and the music was drowned out by the heavy rain pounding on the roof.
My hand closed around the tall glass, spinning it on the counter. I anxiously made patterns over the wet surface with my fingertips. My leg bounced under the ledge and my free hand twisted the paper from my straw into a tight ball before tossing it down on the floor.
What the hell am I doing? This was a ridiculous idea! I’m going to seem like a complete fucking idiot. I can’t even form complete sentences around the man. What the hell is wrong with me? This is so wrong.
Taking a long sip of my drink, I released a frustrated and dejected huff.
I pulled my phone from my purse and typed a text to Constance. Just as I was about to press send, Gavin walked in. My eyes were instantly glued to him and I shoved my phone back inside my purse. He pulled the hood of his rain jacket down and ran his hands through his hair. The wind must have been blowing the rain everywhere because his hair was damp, soaked strands clinging to his jaw.
Oh, shit! I bet that’s what he looks like when he gets outta the shower.
He wiped the rain from his face, smiling as he approached the bar. Pulling the heavy wooden chair out to have a seat, the legs scratched against the concrete floor as he scooted himself up to the counter. My hand gripped the edge of my seat and I had to force my eyes to peel away from him.
“It’s pouring out there. It’s like a bloody monsoon,” he said, glancing over at me. His skin glistened from the moisture he’d neglected to wipe off and the way his wet hair hung in his face made him look incredibly fucking sexy.
“I just missed it, thankfully,” I said.
He pulled his jacket off and draped it over the back of his chair. “So, what was the deal? No work-related topics, right?”
“Yep, if you mention it, you have to take a shot.” My lips felt weak as I tried to hold a smile. The effect this man had on me was ridiculous. He literal made me weak and tingly. I took another long sip of my drink, stirring the straw around in the glass. My knee banged against the counter and I reached down, pressing with my hand to still it.
Gavin’s eyes narrowed into an accusatory glare. “I’m not going to let you get me drunk so you can take advantage of me, you know?”
Heat traveled over my chest and face and my eyes shot down to my half empty drink.
The bartender made his way over to us. “What can I get you?”
“Scotch on the rocks, please,” Gavin said and adjusted himself in the chair.
God – that voice.
I crossed my leg. “Really…scotch…hmmm?”
His eyes cut over in my direction, gleaming. “Yes, what’s wrong with scotch?”
“Oh, nothing. It just seems like something a doctor would drink.”
He arched one eyebrow, a devious expression forming on his face. “You just mentioned my work — which I believe means you have to take a shot.”
“That’s not how it goes, sorry,” I argued and smiled derisively at him.
“Oh? And who made you the rule maker?” he demanded as he took the glass of scotch from the bartender. A cunning grin pulled his lips up and he waved at the bartender. “Excuse me. Could you please give this young woman a shot of Patron? Put it on my tab, please.”
The bartender nodded and reached for the bottle of clear liquor.
Laughing, I said, “Okay, I see how this is going to go.”
An hour later we’d had several rounds of drinks and my head was swimming from the alcohol. I sat my empty glass on the bar top and Gavin reached over, placing his hand on my knee. The sensation of his hand on my bare skin created a fever that traveled up my leg. I tried to covertly swallow back the bundle of nerves forming in my throat.
“You know, I really hope this doesn’t offend you, but…” he leaned in close to me and paused. I could smell his cologne and the scotch on his breath.
I found myself leaning in closer.
He continued, “I — just —” He placed his hand on the side of my face and paused again. His eyes gleamed with a look of uncertain desire. He wet his lips with the edge of his tongue; his stare was intense, possessive, and unfaltering as he rested his forehead against mine. “I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t want you like this,” he said as his thumb delicately rubbed across my mouth. His finger pressed down on my lip; he closed his eyes, his breath deepening into a soft groan.
My heart was crushing against my ribs. A warmth crept across my skin when he pulled my face toward his and placed his soft, plump lips on mine. His lips rested against mine and I felt a short breath escape him. The sensation sent a shiver of arousal across my core. My heart was thumping with such force I could hear its echo in my ear. The heat of his tongue skirted across my lips and found its way inside my mouth. He sensually massaged my tongue with his while his thumb traced along my jawline. My body tingled everywhere; his kiss awakened fibers in my body I didn’t even know existed. His touch was so sensual, his lips felt like velvet against mine, and my body was melting into his. He pulled away and I found myself trying to follow him.
Gavin looked into my eyes and his deep voice turned to a soft whisper. “I’m very attracted to you, Brooke. I know I shouldn’t be. You’ve no idea the trouble I could get in for this.” He paused. “But I can’t help it.”
I pressed my lips together, trying to hold in and savor the taste of his kiss. As if this entire moment wasn’t enough, hearing him utter the word “trouble” made my want for him even stronger. Almost unbearable.
Pulling his leather wallet from his back pocket, he laid a crisp twenty dollar bill for our waiter’s tip. A tendril of hair fell from behind his ear as he reached for my hand. He leaned over and tenderly kissed me, the tip of his tongue slowly grazing the inside of my bottom lip. A small groan of desire flowed from his mouth to mine and his fingers clenched into my side.
“Let’s go,” he said.
I slowly shook my head in agreement. Gazing into his eyes, I found myself unable to form an intelligible response. The only word I could seem to formulate came out as a very breathy, “Okay.”
Gavin grabbed my hand and pulled me in the direction of the door. We stood in the light drizzle and hailed a cab. He stood there, staring off, his thumb rubbing over the pendant of his necklace. I opened my mouth to say something but couldn’t. I just stared at him.
A cab pulled over to the curb and we climbed in. Gavin shut the door and quickly leaned over, running his hands through my dampened hair. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you,” he said. His confession took me by surprise.
Manipulating his mouth down the side of my neck, his fingers traced the ridge of my collarbone. His sensual touches caused chill bumps to sweep across my skin. I instantly became wet as his hand moved down the material of my thin dress to my breast, and I shifted my legs to try to maintain the overwhelming surge of arousal. He laid his hands over my chest, applying pressure with his palm as he groped me.
Oh – my – God! I’m getting felt up by a man I work with – in the back of a cab.
His hand crept down to the top of my thigh and his fingers gripped my flesh as he drew in a sharp breath. “Damn,” he groaned, and his fingers dug deeper into my skin.
The gruffness in his voice dripped sex and sent another wave of undeniable want across my body. My heart slammed against my chest and then up into my throat with each touch, each breath, each thought of how he’d feel pressed over me.
Gavin pulled away from me. His eyes were dark and almost possessed. Sweeping my hair to the side of my neck, he placed his warm mouth over it. His fingers flexed and pulled in my hair while he worked his mouth down my neck to my shoulder.
Shit!
My hands grasped at the fabric of the seat, bending my nails back. We couldn’t get back to the hotel soon enough.
Shortly after, the cab slowed to a stop and we got out in front of the hotel. I listened to the sound of tires tread over the wet pavement and watched Gavin lean back into the cab to pay the fare. As we walked toward the lobby my adrenaline surged from the anticipation of what was about to happen. I knew I should stop it, but lacked the restraint to do so. I had never had such a visceral physical reaction to a man. My self-control had been broken the moment he kissed me.
Neither of us said a word as we waited on the elevator. We just stared at each other, our eyes locked intimately in a gaze of shameless want. The doors opened, we stepped in, and Gavin pressed the button to the fifth floor.
Glancing at his reflection in the silver doors as they shut, he said, “You’re coming back to my room.” He was so certain of himself.
He turned to face me and then slammed me against the back wall of the elevator, forcing his mouth over mine. His body pressed flush against mine as he ran his fingers up the back of my neck. His erection pushed through his jeans; he forced it against me before pulling away to lock eyes with me. My breath was ragged and uncontrollably shaky. I wanted him to rip my clothes off right then and there.
The doors opened and his eyes narrowed. A small laugh escaped him as he grabbed onto me and pulled me behind him like a primitive man claiming his woman.
My heart thrashed uncontrollably while I watched him stick the card key into the door. The little green light blinked. The sound of the lock unlatching forced my breathing shallow.
Am I really about to do this? I’m really about to sleep with him… I can’t do this…
Doubting what I was doing, I froze in the doorway. Gavin glanced back over his shoulder and a coercive smile shaped his lips just before he violently yanked me inside and shut the door.
The cold air from the hotel room hit me. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I stood in the entrance gazing at the bed, certain I was moving too fast. Although I wasn’t close to being a virgin, I’d never hopped in the bed with somebody so quickly, and I’d most definitely never been with what I would consider a “man.” Gavin was five years older than me and was the epitome of what I’d always thought a “man” should be. Everything about him was unnaturally beautiful and absolutely irresistible.
He flipped the light switch and immediately turned around, firmly grabbing my hips. Pulling me into him, he inhaled deeply, and crushed his mouth against mine in a hard and merciless kiss. His tongue transferred the faint whisper of scotch to mine and my knees buckled. His rough stubble brushed against the skin under my nose and chin, adding to the sensation of his kiss.
“You’re not afraid, are you?” Gavin whispered against my lips.
I shook my head and managed to breath out the word, “No.”
Gavin’s eyes studied me. His tongue skimmed the inside of my mouth. “Then – why are your lips trembling?” he breathed the words into my open mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
Guiding me through the dimly lit room, his grip on my hips tightened. His tongue licked over my lips as he backed me toward the bed. I felt the footboard hit against my thighs and my pulse skipped. “I – maybe – we should just wait?” “I – just…” my voice trailed off and my eyes darted back to the door.
Gavin’s hands crept up my stomach. His palms brushed over my breasts and then slid around to my back. Reaching up, he grasped the small silver ring of my dress, unzipping it halfway. “Wait? For what?”
He teasingly unzipped my dress the rest of the way. “You know, I can’t let you leave. That would just be a sin.” He pulled one sleeve of my dress from my shoulder, sending a chill over my skin. “I promise I’ll be gentle,” he said, pushing the other sleeve down. I felt the material fall to the floor and crumple around my feet. Pushing himself against me, he said, “I’ll make sure to pay exquisite detail to each – last – inch of that fuckable body of yours.”
Those words –
His finger trailed between my breasts and dipped beneath the top of my panties.
A momentary feeling of vulnerability washed over me as he stepped back and scanned over my body. His chest rose and his fingers drew into his palms. His tongue skimmed his bottom lip and he swallowed. Hunger – a carnal hunger showed on his face. It terrified me and turned me on at the same time.
My heart was now thrashing in uneven beats in my chest, and that exposed feeling I had from standing half naked in front of him faded into a need to have him.
I reached down to the bottom of his shirt, my hands slightly trembling as I lifted the lightweight material up. Gavin’s hair caught in the shirt as I pulled it over his head. It almost seemed as though his hair fell back around his face in slow motion, and I involuntarily let out a hard breath. My eyes studied his sculpted body as I ran my hands across his defined chest and slowly down his warm, firm stomach, relishing each groove in his body.
Crossing his arms behind my back, he picked me up and gently laid me on the bed. He took his time – as he’d promised – kissing my neck, slowly making his way down my chest. He pulled himself up and pushed the cups of my bra to the side, revealing my bare breasts. His fingers traced back and forth across them, the soft sensation making my nipples tighten. His hair fell against my skin, tickling me as his tongue made small circles around my nipple. He tenderly sucked my left breast and rubbed the nipple of my right with his fingertips. Reaching around my back, he effortlessly unhooked my bra, peeling it from my body and tossing it onto the floor.
Gavin hovered over me, his hard-on pushing into my thigh as his mouth made its way back up to my neck. He pushed against me harder, the stiffness of him solidifying my thought that I wasn’t leaving here any time soon.
His warm lips found mine again. “Still want to leave?” he asked while his mouth crushed over mine.
I reached down to his jeans and hurriedly slipped the button through the hole. My fingers found the metal clasp of his zipper and clumsily tugged it down. I purposefully left his boxers on because I was afraid I’d seem too desperate, plus I wanted to draw this moment out as long as I could stand.
A pleased laugh came from him. “Didn’t think so.”
Arrogance usually turned me off – but how could this be considered arrogance? He had every damn right to be full of himself and every word he uttered acted as a catalyst.
Gavin grinded against me, my body reacting by priming itself for him. I ran my hands down his back and around to the waistband of his boxers. The only thing separating our skin was our underwear and I couldn’t stand it; I pushed his boxers down. My hands couldn’t make their mind up about what part of this man they wanted to grab: they felt over his tight ass, his back, his shoulders, his sides, and finally worked up the nerve to reach around to the front of him.
My fingers trembled as they glided over the smooth head of his dick, finally wrapping my fingers around the perfect and intimidating shape. It was long, thick, and sinfully warm against my skin. I looked at him and rubbed my finger back over the silky tip. A pleased smile formed on his face, making it apparent that he knew what a perfectly amazing thing he had between his legs.
“As I said – I promise I’ll be gentle,” he said, kissing down my stomach. Caressing my breasts with his hand, his lips trailed across the top of my thigh. His thumb ran along the edge of my panties, grazing the side
of my wet opening with his fingers. Sitting up, he quickly pulled my silk thong off, dropping it to the side of the bed.
His stare focused on my unclothed body, rubbing his hands over my hips before lowering his body over mine again. He kissed along my bikini line, every so often giving my skin a quick brush with his tongue. Teasing me, he never put his tongue completely on me, he only slightly licked the edge of one of my lips. My legs squirmed with each warm lick; my breasts rose with each deep, labored breath I took in.
One long stroke of his tongue across my cleft and then his entire mouth enveloped me. The warm, wet sensation of his mouth forced me to let out a pleading whimper as my thighs fell weightlessly open. His head moved from side to side as he fucked me with his tongue, the bristles of his face scratching against the inside of my legs. He stopped, pulling away to blow soft, hot breaths on my clit.
He looked up from between my legs, raising his mouth off of me for just a moment to run his tongue across his lips. “Oh, God – you taste so damn good,” he panted and forced my thighs farther apart, his fingers digging into my flesh. A growl came from him before his mouth went back down on me. His words and occasional groans nearly sent me over the edge.
My breathing grew deeper and his movements showed me he already knew my body better than I did. Never had a man’s touch felt so pleasurable, so raw, so fucking illicit.
His hands followed the curves of my body; grabbing, kneading, and squeezing while he pleasured me with his mouth. I reached up, digging my nails into the head board as I tried to keep my thighs from closing around his head. His tongue flicked across my clit and I gasped. Deep, satisfied moans came from him; he was in no way trying to hide how badly he wanted me.
At that moment I felt like I’d never be able to get enough of him. I could feel myself spiraling toward release, and I wanted to save that. I wanted him inside me when I reached that point.