Page 59 of Ten Hammers

I open the door a crack and hold out my hand. “Yes, please.”

After I’m fully covered, I go back out.

“Well,” I say.

He’s wearing one of the robes, too, but where I have mine firmly tied shut, his falls open, revealing a hell of a lot of sexy.

“I think I’m supposed to volunteer the sleep on the floor–”

I’m still cold from being soaked to the bone.

“Shut up and get in the bed, Hammer.” I’m already pulling back the blankets–velvet–and crawling underneath.

Gavin laughs. “Well. When you put it that way.”

He sheds his robe completely and slides in next to me.

A rush of nerves flutters through me. “So… wanna watch some TV?”

“First,” he replies, and his eyelids are heavy, his pupils dilated as he props himself up on one elbow on his side, gazing down at me. “I don’t think there is a television, and second, even if there was… no.”

He lowers his head, his eyes drifting closed as his mouth finds mine. He pries my lips open with the tip of his tongue.

The second I feel his tongue ring, I’m lost. I have no idea how long we make out for, but when I finally stop things, Gavin is fully on top of me. My knees are bent, thighs spread, and he’s been between them, working his hips, pressing against me in slow, languid strokes as our tongues dance.

I should’ve known my panties didn’t have a snowflake’s chance in hell of staying dry.

But my robe has come untied and fallen open and his hands are roaming, exploring and it’s not that I don’t like it. I do. It’s just that… I feel the deep, burning need to apologize for my rolls.

Fuck.

“Everything okay?” he asks.

I want him–and all of my boys–to see all of me. To love all of me. I don’t want to feel like I have to hide my parts.

And for once, it’s not my dad’s voice I hear. It’s Gavin’s. He hasn’t spoken aloud, but I hear his words from the other night, telling me I’m the bravest person he knows.

Am I brave if I can’t even show one of the men I love my body?

We’re in the freaking Honeymoon Suite.

It’s tonight, I decide. Tonight I will get naked. With Gavin Hammer.

And if he doesn’t run away screaming when he sees me, maybe tonight I will finally, finally have sex, too.

I feel like I’m going to have a heart attack, possibly keel over and die right here amidst all this red and velvet, but I stand up. And I slip off my robe off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, and stand before him in only my underwear.

His eyes rove over my body, taking in every dimple and curve. I force myself not to think about how many there are, try not to think about him seeing what I see whenever I look in the mirror.

“Fucking hell, Winnie,” he murmurs. He moves over to the edge of the bed. Reaching out, he pulls me closer. My heart is a thousand horses racing around a track. His gaze is hungry as he takes in every inch, then his hands join in, running up and down my waist, my arms, my thighs. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

His hands find my hips and he urges me closer, planting a kiss against my belly as his hand goes between my thighs.

As his fingers push the thin fabric of my panties aside, I take a deep breath and reach around to unhook my bra, tossing it… who cares where.

“Goddamn. These tits, Pooh Bear.” He sounds anguished and I smile.

“A phrase never uttered in the history of time–” I begin but he stands up, cutting me off with another kiss, before he drops his head to said tits and latches on. His tongue ring finds my sensitive nipple immediately. I buck into him, moan. I’m holding onto his shoulders, my nails digging in, barely standing up.

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