CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
HONEY
Gavin kissed me like he wanted to fuck my brains out—a shocking thought that popped into my mind and lingered there, burning my wits before it traveled down my body in slow, lingering waves. My blood pounded, and my heart beat a staccato beat that had me gasping.
And then I was kissing him back, because there was nothing more I wanted in this world.
It didn’t matter that I was in a towel and he was fully dressed. It didn’t matter that he gave me the cheesiest gift there was, because it was the thought that made it sweet. It didn’t matter that this was all lust, and that he probably didn’t have any feelings for me, and that we were bound to get burned if this kept on.
All that mattered was that I wanted it.
And so I took it.
My body surged up. It pressed against his, and the fact that he didn’t protest at all made me delighted and wet inside. Then delightfulness turned to heat as he slid his tongue in and did a hard, hungry taste, and heat turned to electricity when his hand slid down my waist. Fingers teased, and it was only when something brushed against my breast that I realized my towel had fallen to my waist.
And I still didn’t care.
A calloused pad brushed my nipple, at the same time his mouth nipped my bottom lip. A strangled sound came out of me as pleasure shot through, and I couldn’t even tell anymore if I was shouting or just moaning. Wanting one last word in, I reluctantly broke the kiss—something Gavin used as an opportunity to place his mouth on my neck and shower teasing, open-mouthed kisses.
Holy mother of all holies.
“Is this another heat of the moment?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
“You decide,” he rasped, his voice equally hoarse. Rough. Shivers ran down my spine, and his other hand took mine and guided it down, pressing it flat against his trousers until I was touching what was hard there. Very hard. “Does this feel like heat of the moment?”
He sucked on my throat, and he thumbed my nipples to distended buds. My eyes crossed. “I can’t tell. I might have to check further,” I gasped.
And with that parting shot, I unzipped his pants and slid my hand in, cupping his hardness through his boxers and delighting in the jump of his shaft against my palm.
In response, his fingers pinched my tight bud, and his mouth slid down to my shoulder. I gasped. I stroked and massaged his long length, wanting it longer and harder and pulsing for me.
Only for me.
I hadn’t been with a man since Desmond. It made me realize I wanted to experience it again, whether it was with my hand or my mouth.
And I wanted it to be Gavin.
Gavin, because I trusted him more than anyone now. Gavin, because we’d been through some rough patches and had weathered through it together. Gavin, because—
His mouth closed around my nipple and sucked. Electricity crackled. All thoughts flew out of my head.
“I’m a virgin.”
And my foot in mouth disease suddenly came into play.
I froze. He froze, but a few seconds later. We were both so in the moment that it took a while for my words to register, but when they did, he did the exact reaction that I expected him to do.
He pulled away and stared at me incredulously.
My cheeks burned, but I tried to look him in the eye. There was nothing to be ashamed of, and I braced myself for his words—the ones I knew were coming.
“But your sex video…”
“Yeah. Contrary to what it implied…I only ever did what I did to him there and nothing else.”
Silence filled the space. Then, “What did you do to him, exactly?”
I reeled back as realization set in. “You didn’t watch it?”
“Of course I didn’t watch it,” he grumbled. “What do you take me for?”
“I gave him a blowjob and he…well, fingered me. That was it.”
He swallowed. “Oh.”
Something settled in my belly—something pleasant and bubbling up to the surface that I didn’t want to let go of. Ironically enough, my hand was still on his cock—and he finally noticed it and gently removed it, even while he was still pulsing.
Even while desire still raged in his molten black eyes.
He was controlling himself—for me.
Because he didn’t want to pressure me.
The timer from the oven went off, breaking us from our reverie. I stood up first, suddenly shy as I covered my breasts back. A few seconds later, he stood up, too.
“I’ll get the cake.”
“There’s ham in the other oven. Take it out, please,” I said quietly.
“Right.”
When he walked out of there, I sat on the bed, thinking about what just happened as my body tingled all over. It all came pleasantly together, and for a second, I closed my eyes and imagined what would have been if I hadn’t told him I was a virgin.
Then I imagined what could be now that he knew…and the possibilities were endless.
I got dressed in my loosest shirt, then slid on my favorite silk thong. I left the bedroom barefoot, watching as he used mittens again and took the trays out of the ovens. He looked like the sexiest baker in town, and something liquid hot pulled in my belly and throbbed in between my legs. So I walked closer.
Gavin looked up. “Shall we taste the ham?”
“Later,” I murmured. “Taste this first.”
Then I took off my shirt.