Chapter
FOUR
Now what?
She had no idea. Her mind was blank. All she could do was stand there with his hand fisted in her robe and his blue eyes pinning her to the spot. She’d had countless fantasies about what might happen the day Gavin Knight finally noticed her—fantasies ranging from him fucking her powerfully her on the bakery counter to them walking off arm in arm to share a chocolate milkshake.
She’d never once imagined them standing in her tiny kitchen, the air thick, with Gavin holding her in place and asking what happened next.
The heavy silence stretched into an eternity. She was trapped in his gaze, like a butterfly caught in a jar. His expression was as unreadable as ever, but the cadence of his breathing had shifted and a pulse ticked visibly in his jaw.
She’d gotten to him. After all this time, maybe she was about to discover that security operative Gavin Knight wasn’t quite as impassive as he’d always seemed.
“Now…” She darted her tongue out to lick her lips. “Now you can kiss me.”
Her heart beat wildly. His eyes darkened. For an instant, she thought he’d shake his head and move away, call her a silly girl, but instead he drew her closer with a firm grip.
Her breathing grew shallow. She lifted her hands tentatively to his chest. Pleasure washed through her. His hard, solid muscles beneath her fingers and the body heat that flowed clear up her arms sent her reeling. He felt better than she’d imagined, and she yearned to slide her hands under his shirt, touch the taut, bare skin of his abs…
Like an eagle swooping to a nest, he lowered his head and slanted his mouth across hers. There was no fumbling, no hesitation, no uncertainty. Gavin Knight was a man who knew how to take what he wanted. And take her he did—urging her lips apart, sliding his tongue into her mouth, tasting every part of her. He moved his hands to the sides of her neck and up to cradle her head, titling her face to just the right angle so he could plunder her mouth with his.
Mia’s knees went weak. She tightened her fingers on his shirtfront, her whole body swaying toward him. Everything inside her came alive—blood pulsing, nerves firing, heart pounding. In all the times she’d imagined him kissing her, she’d never dreamed it could be so exhilarating and frightening at the same time. Like she was falling, spinning downward into a galaxy of stars without knowing where she would land.
He moved one hand from her neck and unfastened the belt of her robe.
Oh my God… a moan escaped her as his strong, callused hands caressed the bare skin of her midriff. Aside from a pair of pink bikini panties, she was naked. A hint of anxiety coiled inside her.
He lifted his head from hers. He grabbed her wrists and placed her hands behind her on the counter. Her robe fell open fully, revealing her bare breasts, the curve of her waist, her taut belly hugged by the pink cotton of her panties. Gavin stepped away and raked his gaze over her body as if he were about to devour her.
Probably he was. Her breathing quickened. She’d never been shy about her body, but with him staring at her like that, radiating experience and potent masculine heat, a wave of self-consciousness struck her.
“Pretty.” Gavin drew one finger between her breasts all the way down to the edge of her panties. “Do you wax?”
She squirmed. A flush rose to her cheeks. “Yes.”
An approving rumble sounded deep in his chest, like a lion claiming his territory. Her clit throbbed. He could probably make her come just by making those sounds.
“I want to see you too.” She gripped the counter, twitching as he continued tracing the edge of her panties, barely slipping his finger beneath the elastic.
“Not now.”
“But…”
“Quiet.”
The implacable tone of his voice silenced her. She wasn’t certain how she felt about that. As much as she’d been after him, she hadn’t known, not really, if she could handle the dominance and rigidity that were such an intrinsic part of him.
In theory, those qualities were one of the reasons she was so attracted to him, but she hadn’t considered what it would be like to contend with them in reality.
Now she was about to find out, and her entire being tingled with a riotous combination of nervousness, disbelief, and an excitement unlike any she’d ever felt before.
Gavin slid his hands back up to cup her breasts, flicking his thumbs over her nipples. Aside from his hard breathing and the massive bulge pressing against his fly, he was still totally in control of himself.
Unlike Mia, whose tenuous control began to slip away like raindrops falling down a windowpane. She shifted to press her breasts into his palms, mesmerized by the sight of his big, tanned hands against her pale skin, his long fingers twisting her nipples so expertly that currents of heat flowed to her core.
“God, Gavin,” she whispered, flexing and unflexing her fingers on the counter’s edge. “That feels so good.”
A smile tugged at his mouth. “So do you.”
He stroked his hands over her belly and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties. Mia’s breath stuck in her throat as he pulled them slowly over her hips and halfway down her thighs, revealing her smooth vulva and the wet evidence of her arousal. He slipped one finger over her mons and into her cleft.
“Fucking perfect,” he whispered, his voice guttural and rough.
She shuddered, arching her back to encourage his deeper penetration. “Gavin, I…”
“Do you want to come, little girl?”
She curled one hand around his rock-hard biceps, trying to stay upright. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, please… oh!”
He pushed his finger into her opening, circling his thumb around her clit. Urgency burst over her veins. She tightened her grip on him, lightheadedness sweeping through her. He wrapped one arm around her waist, hauling her against him, his other hand still working her sex with expert precision.
She closed her eyes, turning her face into his chest. His heart hammered, the thump echoing into her bones. Her body vibrated with the need for release. She couldn’t believe this was happening, that after all this time, Gavin Knight was holding her and touching her like this.
Her arousal coiled tighter and tighter, pulling her upward. He was saying something, his voice a low reverberation in his chest, but she couldn’t make out the sound of his words. He lowered his head to her ear. His hot breath brushed the side of her neck, sending tingles racing down her spine.
“Come on, my little flirt,” he whispered roughly. “You think I haven’t noticed you all these months? Your perfect tits under those tight sweaters you wear. Your hard nipples. The way you cross your legs and wiggle around in your chair. Are you thinking dirty thoughts when do you that? Getting wet? You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined bending you over a table and spreading your legs. Easing my dick into your sweet pussy, nice and slow, before fucking you hard. Hearing you moan and beg before you come with a scream.”
Holy shit.
She couldn’t take it. She circled her hips, silently pleading with him to increase the pressure and send her careening into bliss. He did, thrusting his fingers into her while simultaneously rubbing her clit.
“Gavin… I’m… oh!”
Her body went up in flames. She gripped him hard, squeezing her eyes shut as overwhelming sensations cascaded through her. His voice shifted to a murmur, his one hand easing the lingering vibrations from her and the other splayed firmly against her back. She shook and moaned, suffused in an exquisite pleasure that she never wanted to end. He held her through it, his arms a velvet-and-steel circle of protection.
Mia drew in a ragged breath. Awareness came back to her slowly. Aside from her open robe and the panties tangled around her thighs, she was naked and still trembling.
In Gavin Knight’s arms.
His shirtfront was damp with his sweat against her cheek, his erection pushing into her belly. Even through his trousers, she felt the hot throb of his shaft, could only imagine letting him slide that massive length into her.
She shivered, her pussy clenching. Was he going to—
He pulled her robe back over her shoulders and fastened the belt. Mia stepped away, sudden heat rising to her cheeks. Aside from the burn in his eyes, Gavin’s expression revealed little of own arousal. He bent, sliding her panties down her legs.
Mia stepped out of them, bracing her hand on his shoulder. He gathered the pink panties in his fist and straightened. She held out her hand for them. Amusement glinted in his eyes before he stuffed her panties into his trouser pocket.
She stared at him. “You… you’re keeping my panties?”
“Mmm.” He walked to the table and began packing up his laptop.
“That’s a little creepy.”
He shrugged. “Do you want them back?”
She didn’t, actually. The thought of her panties tucked away in his pocket made her feel warm, cozy, and dirty all at the same time.
“No,” she admitted. “Just don’t tell anyone you have them.”
“I never kiss and tell.” He closed his briefcase. “If you’re bringing the binders to Wild Child tomorrow, I’ll pick them up to make copies.”
“You’re leaving?”
“I am.”
“But…” Her gaze skittered to his erection, which was only a tad less prominent than it had been. He was really going to leave all jacked up?
He picked up his briefcase and laptop.
Apparently so.
“I need to finish the reassessment by the end of the week so I can implement all extra measures and contingencies,” he said.
God. Even after what he’d just done to her, he could turn back into security boss extraordinaire in the blink of an eye. She swallowed, smothering a rush of confusion and longing.
“Okay,” she said. “I stop by the bakery after work, so I’m usually there around three.”
“I know.”
He winked at her, unsmiling, and walked out the door.