Chapter Twelve

Robyn was bursting out of her skin. Avon’s heated looks every few minutes did nothing to keep the logical side of her brain front and center.

 

Something had shifted, and she didn’t know what. Maybe it was just the multiple weeks of living with Avon finally catching up with her, her libido beating back her brain so that sexual satisfaction could finally, blessedly, be obtained. She used her vibrator on the lowest setting at night so Avon couldn’t overhear, but every time she came, she saw his face behind her eyelids.

 

The kitchen counter fuck hadn’t doused the flames like she’d planned. No, it had only created an inferno.

 

Once dinner came and went, and Matt was getting ready for bed, Robyn knew it was hopeless. She couldn’t ignore it any longer. The second that boy was down, she was climbing on top of Avon. And she suspected he wouldn’t have much of a problem with that either.

 

While she cleaned the dinner plates, she overheard Avon reading Matt a book. This week they were on a chapter book about a kid who went on adventures in places he wasn’t supposed to go. She listened to Avon read to him every night about space shuttles and aquariums, pet shelters and petting zoos, her heart melting in the process. She probably looked forward to it more than Matt did. Avon’s deep, rumbling voice giving life to the characters in the book was more of an aphrodisiac than she had expected.

 

Pregnancy hormones. It always came back to this. She heard Avon wrap up the next chapter and then kiss Matt goodnight. He came out of the bedroom a moment later, tugging the door shut behind him softly.

 

His dark amber eyes swept up to find her gaze, sending a shiver through her body. This was more than just pregnancy hormones, but it was an unsavory thought. Somehow, it was easier to blame this attraction on science, like maybe she had a shot at leaving Avon behind once the baby was born and these hormones went back to something resembling normal.

 

“You look like you want to eat me alive.”

 

His words were the code to unlock her desire. The one she’d been trying, and failing, to tamp down for almost a month.

 

She took long strides to meet him halfway, cupping his face in her hands as she brought him down for a kiss. Avon didn’t miss a beat; he sealed his hands around the curve of her ass, hoisting her into his arms immediately. Her ankles locked behind his back.

 

This. This was what she’d been needing. This was what she’d been desperate for. Kisses erupted, a flurry of restrained passion bursting forth, like water finally eroding the dam. She fisted his hand in her hand, kissing him so hard her lips buzzed. Their mouths made suction noises as they kissed. Avon stumbled backward, his cock already pressed against the waistline of her leggings.

 

“Damn,” he said after a break in the kissing. His voice was hot and gravelly at her ear. She bucked against him, tugging his head back with the fistful of his hair. “I was just kidding.”

 

“I need it, Avon.” She bucked her hips again, practically dry humping the man in the middle of her kitchen. Is this what she’d resorted to? So hungry she could kill him to get a taste?

 

He grunted, squeezing the apples of her ass cheeks. “This is serious, huh?”

 

She nodded, sinking her teeth into the side of his neck. She did want to eat him alive. After so much abstention, she might not be happy with anything less than kissing and sucking every square inch of his body.

 

And this time, she knew once wouldn’t be enough.

 

“Serious enough for the bedroom,” he said, and she squeezed her thighs tight against him, a silent agreement.

 

Avon carried her into her bedroom, shutting the door with one foot before backing her up against it. He moaned through a kiss, jagged and deep. She arched her back, trying to eliminate the space remaining between them.

 

“I need you inside me,” she gasped out between kisses.

 

Avon groaned, grinding his cock against her pussy. “I’ve been waiting too damn long to hear you say those words.”

 

She trailed her hands up and over his biceps, making an urgent map of his body with her fingers… Over the swell of his pecs… Down across the pebbled abs… Then they danced at the hem of his shirt, as though asking permission.

 

Avon buried his face in her neck, feasting on the sensitive skin there. She pushed her hands beneath his shirt, relishing the warmth there, the smooth arcs of muscle. Avon took a soft bite of her neck and then carried her over to the bed.

 

“I need you naked,” he said, tossing her gently on the comforter. “Now.”

 

She giggled as he tugged at her leggings, nearly yanking her off the bed as he brought them down. As soon as they were off, he pressed kisses to her low belly, nipping at her panty line with his teeth. Her skin formed goose pimples beneath his lips.

 

“I’ve been dying to eat you out, sweets.” He sent her a dark look. Her legs splayed open as he positioned himself at eye level with her pussy. He nuzzled the crotch of her panties with his nose, then let a low moan. “You’re so wet. I didn’t know I made you this wet.” The corners of his lips turned up in a smile that was both boyish and devilish. “Do I turn you on this bad?”

 

All she could do was jerk her head into a nod. Her own body betrayed her, but the time for pretending like there was no attraction was long gone. The truth was plain: there was no one else that turned her on like Avon.

 

He pushed aside the scrap of her panties, burying his face in her pussy. She tensed, the shock wave of his mouth against her clit turning her into stone. Then his tongue caressed the tight bud of her clit, and suddenly she was jelly, melting into the bed, forever useless.

 

Avon didn’t waste time. He licked and caressed and prodded her clit with his tongue. Strange noises escaped her as he lavished attention on her clit. And then he pressed a finger inside her, and then another. He fucked her with two fingers while he flicked her clit with his tongue. Animalistic noises punctuated the air. Between the friction and the moans, Robyn was trembling on the edge of an orgasm.

 

“Jesus Christ,” she gasped out, sinking her nails into the hard ridge of Avon’s shoulder. “I’m gonna come.”

 

Avon pulled back, smirking. The air went out of her.

 

“Don’t you fucking stop,” she warned, trying to hook her ankle around his back. He pulled back and sat up, tugging off his T-shirt while she breathed like an asthmatic. “Avon.”

 

“Hang on, baby.” His voice was silky smooth, and it made her visibly shudder. He shimmied out of his jeans, tossing them to the side. His cock tented his black boxers; she wet her bottom lip as her gaze careened over his perfect body. The six-pack, the broad shoulders, the calves carved out of stone. He shoved his boxers down then, his fat cock bobbing out. She inhaled sharply.

 

“I want to do this right,” he said, his knee indenting the mattress as he leaned down to tug her T-shirt off. His rough fingers brushed against her ribs as he gently turned her to fiddle with the clasp of her bra. When it crumpled around her a moment later, she sighed.

 

So maybe Avon was right. Doing this right was best. But her entire body protested the near-orgasm. She had been so close. If he even breathed against her pussy, she might come.

 

“Have I told you how sexy you are?”

 

Robyn grinned, running her calf up against the side of his body. “Maybe you should tell me again.”

 

“Robyn, you are fucking sexy.” His words dripped with sincerity, a sexy edge that she hadn’t counted on. Her pussy clenched. After he’d stripped her panties off and tossed them across the room, she let her legs splay open.

 

And then she brought her own hand between her legs.

 

“Do you like it when I touch myself?” She lifted a brow, dancing her own fingers around her clit, down through the slick folds. Avon’s gaze fell to her hands, his jaw flexing.

 

“Come on now.” He rested on his knees against the mattress, his own hand moving to his cock. He filled his palm with it, jerking himself off slowly. “You know you don’t want to get off like that.”

 

“No.” She pinched her clit and shuddered with the jolt of pleasure. “But maybe I will.”

 

Avon’s lips formed a straight line as he grabbed her by the wrist, bringing her hand up by her head. Pinning that hand there, he did the same with the other hand. Bound by Avon. She couldn’t stop the silly grin from overtaking her face.

 

“I’ll be the one to make you come,” he growled out, positioning himself on top of her. He ground his pelvis against hers, his hot cockhead slipping in between her folds. Raw hunger crossed his face, like a lion smelling meat.

 

She wouldn’t argue with this man, not now. Not when every nerve ending was on fire, waiting for a brush, a glance, anything to send her over the edge.

 

Avon’s hips knocked hers as he pressed himself against her, his cock seeking entrance immediately. His grip on her wrists tightened as he eased himself in, inch by languorous inch.

 

His gaze burned on her. Held her hostage. She was unable to look away. Robyn’s breath evaporated as he sunk in, deeper, until he was buried to the hilt. His eyes clouded over like he’d traveled far away. Lost in the churning sea of bliss.

 

Avon rocked against her, his breath escaping him in small grunts. She smoothed her hands over his chest then hooked around his back. She brought him down so that his skin touched hers everywhere possible. The heat of him sunk into her, sent her mind reeling into outer space.

 

Nobody had ever felt like this before.

 

Avon picked up a fast and pummeling pace, their bodies quickly growing slick from the friction. She spread her legs wide, welcoming him deeper, hooking her ankles behind his back. Robyn never wanted it to end. Not when he fit inside her so perfectly, fucking her in a way that she’d never felt before.

 

Her voice came out strangled and distant, strange sounds that she was positive she’d never made before. “I’m close…”

 

Avon grunted, fucking her harder, his amber eyes swirling with intensity. He didn’t look away, not even once. And somehow, that connection was the thing to push her over the edge.

 

Her breath caught in her throat as her orgasm swelled and then exploded, filling her limbs with tingles. She cried out, clutching the hard line of his shoulders, eyes pinched shut as wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her. Avon didn’t let up either, not for a second. He drilled into her, his low belly going taut as he grimaced. His own release. He moved jerkily, a gruff cry escaping him. His arms shook as he supported his weight above her, giving one last thrust.

 

When he pulled out of her, she felt all the sticky warmth that slid out with him. She dragged her fingers over his biceps in a daze.

 

She had never felt so sexy. She’d never felt so satisfied.

 

The words I love you dangled on her lips.