by Gail McHugh
She heard the door unlock. “Yes,” she breathed.
“Say it,” he growled, his lips hovering above hers.
Her nipples beaded. “I’m yours.”
“Say it again, Emily.” He curled his arm around her waist, yanked the bag from her hand, and jacked her tight against his chest.
The blistering heat of his body sent Emily’s emotions crashing over a cliff. “God, Gavin, I’m yours. Forever. No one else.”
Before Emily could blink, Gavin’s lips seized hers, the kiss instantly desperate and hungry. Breathing heavily, they plunged their tongues inside each other’s mouths as if dying to taste one another completely. Gavin flung open the door, dropped her bag, and backed her into the suite. Gasping, Emily twisted her arms around his neck, her hands gripping his hair as he started unbuttoning her shorts. He roughed them and her panties down her thighs. Wiggling out of them, Emily tore her mouth from his and whipped her T-shirt over her head. With no hesitation, Emily worked the button on his pants. Hands knotted in her hair, Gavin yanked her head back and trailed open-mouthed kisses down her neck. Somewhere between Emily’s bra slithering to the floor, along with Gavin’s shirt and pants, Emily wound up on her back on a crushed velvet chaise lounge in the middle of the living room.
Standing above her, Gavin’s stared at the woman he loved, his heart swelling as he watched her waiting for him. His gaze crawled over her body, taking in her succulent pink nipples drawn up tight in her arousal. So. Damn. Lush. She ran her tongue across that pretty bow of a mouth, swollen from his kisses. Just looking at her could be his undoing, and he knew it. He knew it the first time he saw her. He was desperate to be inside her and feel her sweet little pussy wrapped around him. Running her hands down her legs, opened wide for him, Emily let out a dejected sigh and it was then a deep, raw, primal urge to reclaim every inch of her body forged through Gavin’s thoughts. A sickening need to wipe Dillon clear from her mind forever hit, kicking him in the gut. The first time Emily had shared herself with him, Gavin told her there wasn’t a part of her body that wouldn’t feel him.
Tonight, he knew he was going to remove every speck of Dillon from her.
Blue eyes hot with possessiveness and breathing heavily, Gavin dropped to his knees, easing Emily’s leg over his shoulder. Staring at her, needing to catalogue her reaction, Gavin tripped two fingers across Emily’s clit. Her moisture seeped, coating his fingers. Before she could release the gasp perched on the tip of her tongue, Gavin settled his mouth over her smooth pussy.
Arching her back, her body jerked and bucked, her nipples budding hard as he speared his tongue in and out of her. Dear God, she couldn’t breathe and she didn’t want to. Simply lost in the feeling of him, all she wanted to do was drown in his familiarity. His heat crashed over her as he pushed his fingers in deep and slow. On a long groan, he curved them, pressing on her core as his tongue stroked, swirled, and flicked tiny circles over her sensitized bud.
“Please don’t stop, Gavin,” she panted, circling her hips against his mouth. “I’m so close.” And she was. Body starved for him, Emily knew it wouldn’t take much to bring her there. Not that it ever did with him. All he needed to do was take one look at her and she’d melt, but the burning wait wasn’t helping in the prolonging department. As if her words sent him into a frenzy, Gavin worked his fingers harder, deeper, their steady rhythm relentless as Emily leaned up and pulled his face against her wetness. He groaned, and the rich, deep, erotic sound vibrated, resonating against her sensitive flesh. Emily came apart. Falling, her body hurtled into orgasm. She tossed her head back, moaned, and curled her fingers tight in his hair. Her body convulsed with surges of heat pooling low in her belly.
With her addictive flavor fresh on his tongue, Gavin swept her up and carried her toward the bedroom, his mouth plastered to hers. As he inhaled her scent, Gavin set her on her feet.
Emily watched, entranced, as he slid the briefs from his body. His dick sprung free, and he palmed it, stroking it slowly. She could barely breathe.
Eyes locked on hers, carnal, fierce with passion, Gavin stepped closer, his chest pressed to hers. “I’m going to fuck you right now, Emily. I’m going to bring you so much pleasure you’ll never think about walking away from me again. “ Conviction rang in his tone, and his primal demand made Emily’s pussy weep with need.
He closed his eyes, and his head fell back as a groan rumbled up his throat. Bringing his gaze back to hers, he slid two fingers over her clit and gathered her moisture. He lifted his hand, dragging his fingers across her mouth. Emily parted her lips and released a soft moan as he slipped them in. She grabbed his wrist and pinned him with a saucy stare as she sucked her juices from his fingers, her teeth lightly grazing his flesh. “After I’m finished fucking you, I’m going to make love to you. From the minute my body touched yours, there was never going to be anyone else. I’m in love with you, but I have to fuck you first. Do you understand me?” he asked.
“Yes,” she breathed, reaching for his cock.
“Say it, baby.” He delved his hand in her hair, gently massaging his fingers through her soft waves. With the other, he helped her stroke his long, hard length. A muscle ticked in his jaw, his voice ragged. “I need to hear you say it before I do.”
Pressure rose and heat swelled between Emily’s legs. She whimpered, running her tongue along his jaw. “Please, Gavin, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me… hard.”
A feral smile spread across his mouth, his voice eerily calm as he whispered, “Turn around.”
Breathless, Emily stared at him and swiped the tip of her tongue across her lips, her pert nipples hardening against his chest. Slowly, Emily turned, feeling Gavin’s hands slide down her waist. A shiver wound through her as he grabbed her thigh and lifted her knee onto the bed.
Fitting his hips against her ass, Gavin bent her over the bed. He trailed his knuckles down the gracious curve of her spine before he laid his chest over her back. He flicked his tongue against Emily’s ear, his senses soaking in her gasp as he pushed the crown of his dick into her drenched opening. With one hand palming her stomach and the other curled around her neck, he surged into her. Instantly, her pussy clamped down, sucking him in deeper. Her quick little breaths and hungry moans set his skin on fire, sent hot lava pulsing through his veins. God, she felt so hot and tight; it was all he could do to restrain his need to get deeper inside her.
“Tell me how much you love me, Emily,” he groaned, thrusting into her harder. He dropped his hands to her thighs and clutched them possessively.
He pushed deeper, stretching her painfully, however, the sensation felt wonderful to Emily. Then he withdrew completely, leaving her with a raw ache down to her knees. Emily cried out, her panting breaths nearly begging. “I love you more than anything, Gavin.” She clawed at the sheets and wriggled her ass against him. “Please don’t stop. Please.”
He dragged the tip of his cock though her warmth, pressed one scant inch of himself inside her, and withdrew again.
Need flared through Emily, balling in her belly. A giant rush of air filled her lungs. Her voice trembled. “What are you doing? Oh my God, Gavin. Please.”
He tucked his face into the crook of her neck and brushed a thumb over her nipple, the fingers of his other hand swirling over her clit. “Tell me you’re mine.” He spoke the heated whisper into her ear.
Emily flung her head back against his chest and moaned. “I’m yours. Only yours. Now fuck me!”
Gavin nipped the back of her shoulder, pressed his palm against her stomach, and thrust every hard inch back into her. Emily tensed and gasped, her pussy clenching him tighter than before. His cock throbbed. Her flesh set fire to his skin as he forged deeper, spreading her wide. Pleasure cut through him like a knife as Emily cried out his name, her body heat surging into him with each shallow breath he took. He rocked into her again, one steady stroke following another, but still, he needed to get deeper. He wanted her boneless, her mind completely sated with nothing but thought
s of him. Lifting her other leg onto the bed, he pumped hard and steady into her. After he pushed her hair away from her sweaty neck, he fisted it and pulled her head back.
Emily whimpered, her body melting against his. Her lungs whipped hard and fast, her body hummed, feeling deliciously split in two as he moved with ruthless control.
Gavin branded her neck with his mouth, his tongue laving up and down hungrily. “Fuck. Tell me again. Tell me how much you love me, Emily.”
Emily clutched his hair and looked over her shoulder at him, her breath coming in quick pants as she stared into his eyes. It was then she sensed his fear that if he blinked, she would disappear into thin air. Guilt spilled over her. With that, she stopped moving against him.
Gavin also stopped, worry filling his face. “Did I hurt you?” He grazed his thumb along her lips. “Jesus, baby, I’m sorry if I did. I would never hurt you, Emily. Never.”
She shook her head, straightened, and turned around. “No, you didn’t hurt me, and I know you never would.” She laced her hands around his neck. Relief crossed his face, and his perfect mouth found hers, his kiss urgent and hungry. Emily pulled back, her voice soft. “Gavin, please stop.”
Eyes steeped in confusion, he stepped back. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m not going anywhere, Gavin. I’m not,” she whispered and reached for his hand, gently guiding him to the bed. “Lay down for me.”
With a dark brow raised, his gaze drilled into hers as he did what she asked. Propped up on his elbows, he watched Emily crawl toward him.
They both sucked in a ragged breath when she sank down on him. Emily leaned over and brushed her lips against his, soft and gentle. Gavin’s eyes slid shut, and he gripped her waist.
“No,” she breathed, circling her hips slowly, her body pulsing around his. “Look at me, Gavin. I want you to look at me while I make love to you.”
His eyes flew open, and Emily reached for his hands. She drew them up to her breasts. Gavin cupped them, his fingers kneading against each one. Body riveted, Gavin groaned and pushed up inside her. He felt Emily tense and clamp down around him. Her slow friction spiraled, blistering through his muscles.
Sitting straight up, movements calculated, Emily massaged her hands against his as he caressed her breasts. “These are yours, Gavin. Only yours.” Arching her back, Emily slithered one hand down her stomach and rubbed her clit. Eyes locked on Gavin’s, her hips bucked slightly faster, her breathing picking up. “This is yours. No other man will ever touch this.” Her voice trembled as a fiery ache shot, tingling through every nerve. She watched Gavin drag his bottom lip between his teeth, felt his body go rigid. She reached around and grazed her fingernails under his balls.
Pleasure broadsided Gavin. “You feel so good around me.” He sucked in a harsh breath, his hands dropping to her thighs. He gripped them tightly, guiding her body up and down his cock. Her slick, wet pussy was hot, turning him harder than ever. “I fucking love you, Emily. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.” Bucking his hips up, he thrust her down onto him. “Tell me you love me.”
She started riding him faster, harder, her need to get him to understand driving her to the brink of insanity-filled desire. The feel of him inside her drugged her system beyond words, beyond coherent thought. “Goddamn you, Gavin, I love you! I love you so much. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to us. Do you understand me? I’m sorry.” With tears slipping down her cheeks, she dug her nails into his shoulders and pulled his body flat against her sweat-dampened chest. He buried his face against her breast, his mouth sucking and swirling her beaded nipple. Her body burned as she gripped his hair. His neck went taut as a bow, his eyes boring into hers. “You’re all I see. All I hear. All I dream about. I came here for you. I’m not leaving. I’m not going anywhere. It’s you, Gavin. Only you.”
She crashed her lips to his, their pounding hearts and short, panting breaths in sync. Gavin curled his hands around her nape, his hands fisted in her hair as tight as hers were in his.
The sound of wet flesh smacking together echoed through the room as their orgasms hit. Their every sense attuned to one another like never before. In each of them, fire danced into a violent explosion of pleasure, and every stolen moment, hurtful word, and accusation fell away, disappearing as their bodies jerked and shuddered together. They were no longer on borrowed time and each of them knew it. Soaked it in. Emily felt Gavin’s strong arms wrap around her waist, his breathing shallow against her chest. As the sensations liquefying them settled, Gavin snagged Emily’s gaze as she looked down at him. Gavin smoothed her damp hair away from her face and guided her lips to his. Deep and passionate, slow and gentle, he kissed her. Warmth centered deep in her womb as she moaned into his mouth.
Lying back, Gavin pulled Emily on top of his chest. Tenderly gliding his hands up and down her spine, he breathed a sigh of relief. For the first time since he’d met her, Gavin felt relaxed. At ease. Emily was finally his.
Other than their sweet breaths starting to calm, the air was filled with the sound of waves crashing in the distance beyond French doors leading to a balcony. Moonlight bathed the bedroom while Emily listened to the steady rhythm of Gavin’s heart beating against her ear. The heart she nearly destroyed. Feeling unworthy of him, she dusted kisses across his chest and looked up at him. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I can’t believe I almost ruined us.”
He trailed a finger along her cheek, his blue eyes intense. “I know you are, and I don’t want you saying it again. We’re not ruined. We’re better. Understand?”
Nodding, she laid her head back down on his chest and clenched his shoulders. “I didn’t think you were coming back.”
“Well, I knew I was coming back the moment I left.”
Emily lifted her head, her hooded stare meeting Gavin’s. “Oh, did you, Mr. Blake?”
“Why, of course I did, Miss Cooper,” he said with a grin. “I figured I’d let you sweat it out for a while.” A slow smile spread across his face. “Apparently, I made you moan while you sweated it out.”
With a pseudo pout, she batted his arm playfully. “Wiseass.”
“It’s part of my charm.” He chuckled and skimmed his fingers down her back. Pulling her closer, Gavin fastened his mouth to hers. Emily’s lips went pliant and goose bumps rose over her body. “Get used to it. You’re stuck with this wiseass.”
She nipped at his lip and smiled. “I’ll take you whatever way I can.” After indulging in his kiss a little longer, Emily rested her head against his chest, her body deliciously sore.
A stretch of silence filled the room as Gavin sank into the sensations of Emily tracing his tattoo. Her touch tossed him into heaven, yet his thoughts cast him into hell. Guilt hit him and decided to play a little game. He’d planned on telling her right away about his brief encounter with the woman he’d met a few days before on the beach, but God help him, he couldn’t when he’d arrived at the hotel. Seeing Emily in the hallway with her luggage, ready to leave his life again, sent his intentions flying out the fucking window. Hell, he knew he had every right to do what he did, but that didn’t stop it from weighing heavily on his chest. Gavin cleared his throat and brushed his hands through Emily’s hair. He cupped her face, bringing her gaze to his. “I have to tell you something.”
She blinked, met his stare for a moment, and then laid her head back down on his chest. “How old were you when you got this, and why did you choose to get it on your ribs?” She grazed her fingers along the dragon’s wings.
Head downcast, examining her delicate fingers flowing over the black ink, Gavin stroked the long line of her back. “I got it right out of college, so around twenty-two or twenty-three.” He ran his hand through his hair and released a breath. “I decided to get it there because I wanted it hidden from eyes I didn’t want to see it and traced by beautiful fingers that I did.”
She peered up at him, her smile soft and her touch softer as she skimmed the dragon’s body. “These fingers?”
/> “Yes,” Gavin whispered. “Those fingers.” He watched Emily smile at his words and lay her head back down against his chest. Hesitation rolled through him for a second, but he knew if he didn’t tell her, it would eat away at him. “I have to talk to you about something.”
“Did it hurt when you got it?” Emily didn’t look up as she continued to trace the art.
Gavin lifted her chin, his brows furrowed. “Emily, I did something I have to tell you about.”
Swallowing, Emily nodded. “I know you slept with those two girls.” She touched his cheek with the back of her hand and stared into his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes, edged by thick, dark lashes holding her future. “And I don’t care. You thought I married Dillon. I know you wouldn’t have if you knew otherwise.” She placed a soft kiss on his lips and nuzzled her face in his neck.
Gavin caressed her hair and pulled in a breath. “I didn’t sleep with them.”
“You didn’t?” she asked, shock evident in her voice as she pulled her head back.
“No. You thankfully intercepted that train wreck when you showed up.”
She let out a sigh of relief. “So you won’t have any children running around in Mexico. Thank God.”
Gavin watched her expression ease, and fuck if it didn’t seize his heart in a single second. Bringing her face closer to his, he ran the pad of his thumb across her lips. “No. I won’t have any children running around in Mexico because I used protection with someone you didn’t intercept.” He paused, his eyes searching hers. Emily bit her lip and nodded. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice riddled with guilt.
Emily swept her gaze over his face and found nothing but regret. Guilt of her own tripped through her stomach, knowing she was the reason for it. As she searched her mind for a way to free him from his remorse, to show him it didn’t matter to her, a devious smile crept up the corners of her mouth. Sitting up, she straddled his lap, pinned his hands behind his head, and brushed her lips against his. Staring at him, she spoke against his mouth. “Gavin Blake, I love you so much, it’s literally dangerous to us both. You know that?”