Lying there on the couch, looking up at Gavin as he reached back with one hand and tugged his shirt over his head, part of me couldn’t believe it was real. Like maybe I’d imagined this whole thing, one long, vivid hallucination.

A larger part of me was not only aware that this was all actually happening, it was breathing a sigh that said finally.

Didn’t matter which part was right, whether it was fact or fantasy, it was all I wanted; Gavin was all I wanted.

He said my name on a low exhalation as he removed my shirt, with a raw voice and hooded eyes that threatened to eat me alive. I squirmed under his gaze, rubbing myself against his knee. He dropped back down over me, tugged the thin lace cup of my bra down, and locked his lips around my nipple, tugging and swirling his tongue around it until my hips were bucking off the couch.

“Jesus!” I cried out involuntarily.

He pulled back, dragging his teeth lightly across my nipple before he let go. “I prefer Gavin-fucking-Lane, if you don’t mind.”

I shook my head, reaching to tug at the button on his jeans. “Too much for me to remember.”

He reached down and stilled my hands, leaning down to drop a soft kiss on my palm. “Then just Gavin will do. Same number of syllables as Jesus.” He quirked a brow, slid a hand under my back, and popped my bra open with a quick snap of two fingers.

Wonder where he learned that?

I shook my head slightly, trying to chase off the thought and surge of insecurity that would no doubt follow.

Gavin saw the motion and stilled, a faint frown on his face. “You okay?”

I offered a smile and quick nod. “Yep, fine.”

“Bull. What happened just now?” He stopped touching my breast and rested his hand on my rib cage, making no move to remove my unhooked bra.

Instead of waiting for him to continue, I reached up and pulled it off myself before tossing it across the room.

His eyes never left mine. “Talk to me, Kaiti.”

The way he said my name, it was like it was his favorite word in the world. It wasn’t just a combination of letters and the corresponding sounds—not the way he said it. It was an embrace.

When I hesitated to answer, he cupped my cheek. “Do you want me to stop?” His thumb made light passes over my cheekbone. “Because that’s okay.”

“No,” I whispered, feeling stupid. “I just had a moment.”

His brow furrowed as he looked at me. “A moment of what?”

“Self-consciousness.”

He pursed his lips and gave me a knowing look. “It was the bra thing, wasn’t it?”

I nodded.

“It’s not what you think,” he chuckled. “I had to practice that move for one of my early roles. And I used a tailor’s bust, not an actual woman. I’d never even seen a breast when I learned how to do that—at twelve, for a sitcom I was on for a whopping two episodes.”

Ah, I remembered the exact sitcom and episodes he was talking about.

Somehow, picturing him doing that seemed like the funniest thing in the world. He laughed along with me for a minute, and it was during that time that his eyes finally strayed to my exposed breasts.

I let him look his fill before clearing my throat to get his attention back on my face. “Now that we got that cleared up”—I was still giggling a little as I spoke—“Where were we?”

He shook his head. “Nope, not yet.” He leaned over me until our chests brushed together and his eyes bore into mine. “I thought I told you there was no one out there who could compete with you, past or present. Didn’t I?” I nodded and he gave me a quick peck on the lips. “It wasn’t a lie.”

“Okay.” I tipped my head up and rubbed my nose against his, Eskimo style. “I believe you.”

“Thank you.” He leaned his forehead to mine.

“Now I’m curious to see what kind of showmanship is involved in removing a pair of panties.” I flicked his bottom lip with my tongue, goading him.

“There’s not much to improvise on that one. Down the legs and tossed across the room is pretty standard,” he mused. “Though I suppose I could rip them off.”

“Ooh, that sounds interesting.” I nodded.

“With my teeth?”

“That would make a great physical punctuation.”

“Oh, I’m going to punctuate a lot.” He kissed me hard, his tongue making one long sweep over my bottom lip. “Starting right now.”

In one swift move, my pants were gone. He moved up to blanket me with his body, kissing his way from my lips to my neck to my breasts—where he lingered a while—and finally to my lower abdomen, where he took the lace of my panties in his mouth. He bit down, ripping them apart with his hands, first one side, then the other. By the time he was done, the panties were easily tugged off—again with his teeth—and dropped to the floor.

“Shit,” he breathed, the exhalation skittering across my exposed skin. “I…you’re…” He shook his head, barely able to tear his eyes away to look at me. “Nice wax job.”

I quirked a brow, smirking at how he’d been thrown off balance by my bare pussy. “Lasered. No waxing required.”

His tongue made a slow pass across his lips. “Time for another physical punctuation.”

I chuckled but it was cut short when he leaned down and sealed his mouth over me in one quick, fluid motion. His tongue immediately began to probe, first lightly tracing the entire seam, then delving deeper until he barely brushed my clit—which made me hiss and wiggle beneath him, wanting more.

He pushed my legs wide and threaded his arms under them, dragging my lower body toward the edge of the couch as he slid to the floor on his knees. I turned completely so that both my feet were on the floor and my upper body was at the perfect angle to look down as he licked me.

Still lapping at me, he positioned my legs so that my feet were on the coffee table behind him, opening me further, exposing all of me to his view. When he was satisfied that my legs were as spread as they could be, he dropped one hand between them and slid two long fingers inside me. He pulled them back slowly before plunging them deep. Over and over he pumped them into me, his tongue swirling around my throbbing clit all the while.

“More,” I gasped, not sure what I wanted more of but confident that he’d figure it out.

He pulled his hand back and added a third finger, stretching me. When he thrust inside that time, my whole body shuddered and his mouth sealed over my clit, sucking hard. He pumped his fingers into me, watching my reactions intently as his pinkie brushed the opening of my ass—not entering but applying enough exquisite pressure that the combination was almost too much.

His tongue lashed my clit, his fingers pounded into my pussy, and his pinkie prodded at my ass until I was writhing and panting and coming so hard I did indeed see stars, so many that I thought I was on the verge of blacking out. I cried his name, begged, whimpered, and thrust against his mouth shamelessly. I could feel myself pulsing around his thick fingers. The way he curled them slightly upward and added a whole new layer of pleasure, the feel of his pinkie barely breaching my ass, it just kept going—or more accurately, I just kept coming.

And coming.

And coming.

When the tidal wave of sensation finally ebbed, he pulled his hand away but continued to softly lick and suck at me, almost enough to tickle but not quite. He drew back and skimmed the tip of his index finger up and down my core, looking up at me with a serious expression. “I’ve never seen anything so stunning in all my life as the sight of you coming undone.” He blew cool air on my hot, swollen flesh and I moaned, my arousal flaring anew. He leaned down and gave my clit one long, slow lick, eyes on mine the entire time. “I can already feel myself getting addicted to this.”

“I don’t see a problem with that,” I told him, still panting from the magnitude of my orgasm.

“I do.” He dipped a finger inside me and lazily pumped it in and out, driving me to distraction.

“Why?”

Another long lick, followed by a second finger. “Because I really want to be inside you but you taste so goddamn good I don’t think I can stop eating you long enough to make it happen.” His mouth was on me again and I cried out, understanding his dilemma perfectly. I wanted him to keep licking me like that—God, I was about to come again—but I was desperate to feel him in me, all of him.

“Gavin…” I panted.

He looked up and quirked a brow but kept licking.

“In me, please. I want you inside me when I come again.”

He groaned, the vibration of it nearly setting me off. With much reluctance, he pulled back, licking my juices from his lips as he stared longingly at the place where his finger was still pumping in and out of my body. I thought he was going to argue, maybe even try for one last lick, so I grasped his hand and pulled so that his fingers were all the way in.

“Feel that?” I asked, pulling his hand back and tugging it against me until his fingers were all the way in again and rhythmically tightened my pelvic muscles around them. “That could be your cock.”

“Jesus,” he moaned.

“I prefer Kaiti-fucking-Oliver but just plain Kaiti will do.”

He stood, bending so that his fingers were still inside me as he wrestled his jeans and boxers off with the other hand. It was almost funny to watch, until I factored in that heated look on his face. He tossed his jeans on the couch beside me and barely gritted out, “Condom. Wallet.”

I nodded and tried desperately to ignore his probing fingers as I opened his wallet and retrieved the condom.

Shit. He uses condoms with the words Mega and Extra Large on the wrapper.

I glanced down, unable to see all of him—or any of that part—because of the way he was leaning over.

What in God’s name is he packing?

I shook the wrapper by one corner, looking up at him. “Well, I’m officially intimidated.”

He chuckled, his eyes roaming to my opening as he added another finger. “You’re already so wet we shouldn’t have any problem, but if you’re worried, I’m happy to get you even more ready.” With that, he leaned down and closed his mouth over my pussy, sucking hard as his fingers pumped into me. I arched my back and cried out at the overwhelming sensation.

“Gavin!” I bucked against him as his hand worked deeper, harder into me. It bordered on painful but didn’t quite cross that line, just hard enough to make me grit my teeth and secretly wish he’d do it harder, breach that line between pleasure and pain.

His tongue thrashed my clit over and over as he relentlessly fucked me with his fingers. The sound of him slurping and sucking was so fucking hot that I had to bite my lip to keep a stream of obscenities from coming out of my mouth. I wanted to scream but I bit it back, all the filthy thoughts in my head only adding fuel to the fire.

Suck my clit, baby.

Fuck me with your hand.

Do it hard.

Harder.

That’s it, baby.

Make me come all over your face, Gavin.

As soon as that last thought hit me, an orgasm ripped through my body with enough force to make me scream. Gavin looked up from between my legs and covered my mouth with his free hand. He never paused, never broke the rhythm of his thrusting or his suction on my pulsing clit, just covered my mouth so I had the freedom I needed to scream myself hoarse.

Which I did.

When I was a panting, sputtering mess, he finally pulled away and grinned at me from between my legs. “If that felt half as good as it sounded, it was an epic orgasm, babe. I nearly blew my load just listening to it.”

I wanted to laugh at the admission but the way he was watching me was so intense, so focused that all I could do was reach out for him, invite him closer.

He blanketed my body with his, his erection resting heavily on my belly as he kissed me. There was no build up, his tongue was instantly probing my mouth, tangling with mine, delivering a taste of my own arousal that made me moan low in my throat. He pulled back and gave me a string of soft, sweet kisses that were contradicted by his next words. “It’s so fucking hot when a woman likes the taste of her own pussy.” He flicked my lower lip with his tongue and I caught it between my lips, sucking the taste of myself off his tongue until he groaned and thrust that startlingly large erection against my belly.

He reached between us and pushed two fingers into me. “Yep. You’re more than ready.” He nodded to the condom I’d dropped on the couch by my side. “Do the honors?”

I could only nod. Still so damn out of breath from my orgasm that I was panting.

He slid his fingers out of me and absently licked them as he straightened so I could roll the condom on, revealing what was by far the largest cock I’d ever seen.

I looked from it to his eyes and back several times, needing to process.

Play it cool. You don’t want to look like a wuss. It’ll be okay. A woman’s body is made to stretch.

I glanced at it again.

Stretch…or rip.

“You okay?” He was watching me with a slight frown. “You have the weirdest look on your face.”

Don’t be a punk. You can do this.

“Maybe we should go back to oral. You liked that, right?”

Oh, shit. He can’t eat me forever. Eventually I’ll have to reciprocate. I’m gonna have to dislocate my jaw to fit that thing in my mouth.

He laughed and the terrifying thing bobbed, like it was nodding along with my train of thought. “You aren’t actually intimidated by my size are you? I’m not even that big.”

“The fuck you aren’t!” I blurted, instantly slapping a hand over my mouth.

He laughed harder and it continued to bob every time his abs tensed. “You’re adorable.”

“And you’re capable of causing serious organ damage with that thing.” I eyed it warily.

This is it, this is how I’m going to die. Internal injuries.

He shook his head, still grinning. “You sure are learning fast.”

“Learning what?”

“Being dramatic.” He leaned down, cupped my mound, and gave it a little squeeze. “I’m not going to hurt you.” His finger grazed my clit. “Do you trust me?” He slid one finger into me, followed by another, and finally a third, filling me as he lazily pumped them in and out.

I groaned and thrust my hips up to meet his hand.

“Do you want me, Kaiti?”

“Yes.” It was the truth, dammit. “So fucking much.”

“Is there any part of you that thinks I’d ever intentionally hurt you?” He pulled his fingers out of me and traced my slit from my clit all the way down to my ass.

I shuddered. “No.”

“If you don’t want to do this, we can stop right now. Or we can try and if it’s uncomfortable, we can still stop. It’s all up to you.” He stopped stroking me, dead serious about honoring my wishes.

I gave a little eye roll and tugged his hand back where he’d had it. “Just the tip—just to see how it feels?” I poured on the sarcasm.

“Something like that,” he chuckled, watching my face as his hand played with me. “You’re so wet I’ll slide right in. And it’ll feel so fucking good, Kaiti.”

If he kept talking to me like that, I’d come again without benefit of fingering or fucking. I loved the gravelly sound of an aroused Gavin Lane. It made me want to do filthy things to him and have him do them to me.

I took in a deep breath and tore open the condom wrapper. Leaning forward, I slowly rolled it on for him. When I was done, I pumped my hand up and down his shaft a few times, marveling at his size and the way he threw his head back in pleasure when I tightened my grip. Liking his reaction, I continued. His chest heaved as he let me explore him, his abs glistening with sweat. He looked down at where I stroked his cock and groaned. “I love seeing your hand wrapped around me.”

I increased the pressure and he hissed, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily.

“Fuck, baby.”

I trailed my thumb over the head of his cock over and over until he finally reached down to stop me.

“If you don’t stop that, I’m gonna come and I want to be in you for that.” He leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips, giving my shoulders a little shove. “Lay back, baby, and let me in.”

He remained on his knees as he jerked my legs wider and made sure my feet were braced on the coffee table. Satisfied with my position, he rose and lined his cock up with my opening. He nudged softly, taking himself in his hand and rubbing the tip back and forth, up and down, until he was practically soaked with my juices. His eyes locked on mine and he barely pressed himself inside before pulling back and pushing forward again.

“God help me, you feel amazing already, and I’m barely in you,” he said through gritted teeth.

So far, it wasn’t too bad. There was a definite stretch but nothing terrible. It was kind of nice. His skin was so hot it made me shiver. Or maybe it was the way his eyes never left mine, so intense and connected. His hand rested on my lower abdomen, his thumb dipping down to roll over the slick skin directly above my clit.

He pushed in further and I hissed, tensing at the feeling of fullness.

His hips stilled instantly, though he didn’t pull out. “Kaiti?”

“I’m okay. Just takes a second to get used to it.”

“Baby, I’m barely in. Are you sure you want to keep going?”

I nodded, focusing on that thumb and how amazing it felt. “Yes. Keep going a little further each time. I like how you feel—I just hope I can take all of you.”

“You already have all of me,” he whispered.

I couldn’t believe the amount of emotion he expressed with those six words. If I tried to answer, I’d never be able to convey to him how much he meant to me, so I did the only thing I knew to do. I wiggled my hips, letting him know to keep going.

With a soft smile that stole my breath, he pulled back until he was barely touching me, then slowly thrust back inside, giving me slightly more than before.

It wasn’t as painful as I thought, just a full feeling and a slight burn where I stretched to accommodate him. “More,” I breathed out, feeling bold.

He shook his head. “We’re moving fast enough. I don’t want to hurt you by pushing too far too fast.” His strokes continued at the same pace. “We have all the time in the world, Kaiti-girl.” He meant it, but the tension in his jaw told me how much it was taking to hold himself back.

Instead of arguing the point, I began to move. When he pushed in the next time, I pushed back. Not enough to take all of him, but enough to make more progress than he’d intended.

“Kaiti…” he warned. “You’re rushing. It’s okay, I promise.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s not. I’m going crazy wanting you. It’s either going to hurt or it isn’t, and at this point, I don’t think you could hurt me if you tried because I’m so ready for you to be inside me I can barely breathe. Please, Gavin. I need you.”

His expression was torn, and I kind of loved him for that. “But what if I really hurt you? I don’t want that to be what you remember from tonight.”

I reached up and placed both hands on his sides, my thumbs running over his ribcage. “Trust me, that is not the feeling I’ll remember from this night, not by a long shot.” I curled my hands tighter around his sides, tugging him slightly forward. He caught the motion and tensed his hips, still not going deeper, even as he groaned low in his chest, unable to hide his need.

The next time I pulled, he relaxed and let himself go deeper. I was so slick, so wet from wanting him, that he easily gained ground every time I pulled a little harder. He let me set the pace, following through every time I tugged his waist until finally, with another small hiss and a lot of stretching, he was inside me.

All of him.

Every thick, hot, hardened inch.

And I had worried for nothing because not only did it not hurt, it felt so good that I was on the verge of coming before he’d even had a chance to move.

Our eyes stayed locked as I gave him a little nod and he began to thrust, slow and easy at first, then faster, though he still wasn’t pounding deeply. The more he moved, the hotter I felt. Like I was burning up from the inside out. It went on like that for so long I wondered if there’d be scorch marks on the couch from the heat building inside me.

It was almost more than I could take watching him look down at where we were joined, watching himself thrust into my body before returning his eyes to mine, alight with a fire of their own.

When I lifted my legs and locked them around his back, the angle was so amazing that I came less than a minute later.

I was mid-orgasm, writhing and gasping, when Gavin suddenly pounded deep and stilled. The feel of him pulsing hard inside me deepened my own release, his shuddering breaths announcing his own orgasm as he repeated my name over and over, finally collapsing on my chest.

This, this right here is my favorite moment ever.

Him holding me, heart pounding, still buried inside me as he kissed the side of my neck over and over.

I could have stayed like that all night, and I would have if Gavin hadn’t pulled away. He sat back until he was resting on his calves between my shaky legs, his knees still on the floor. Then he leaned over and blew on my hot, slightly sore pussy and smiled up at me.

I grinned back. “What?”

He winked. “Nothing. I thought I’d soothe any discomfort. You know, with my tongue.”

Suddenly, I wondered if he was right to be worried about not being able to stop. Then his mouth was on me and I decided I didn’t give a damn.

I was perfectly fine feeding his addiction.