Page 70 of Hitting the Gap

Warmth spread through her. When he’d first picked her up, she’d been scared he wouldn’t be able to hold her, but as he shifted his hips to grind his hard cock against her, any concern she had about that disappeared. She’d never had a man pick her up before. Never dated anyone strong enough to do it. Who knew it would be such a turn-on? She felt safe. Cherished. Desirable.

The next thing she knew, her shirt was whipped over her head. How the heck did he manage to do that without dropping her?

As her shirt hit the ground, Gonzo’s lips collided with hers. His tongue pressed into her mouth and she ground her core against him as a wave of longing rushed through her. No question the man could kiss.

Gonzo walked down the hallway with her in his arms. He pushed open the door to his bedroom and stalked toward the bed.

They were really doing this. They were crossing this line.

Gonzo set her on the bed and followed her down. His hard body pressed against hers and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him tightly against her. He rocked his hips back and forth against her core as his tongue tangled with hers. It wasn’t enough. Jean on jean just wasn’t getting the job done.

“These jeans need to go,” Gonzo said, taking the words right out of her mouth.

He leaned back on his knees and looked down at her laying on the bed in her bra and pants. Half of her body was still covered but a wave of nerves zipped through her. She looked nothing like the women he normally slept with. What if he didn’t like what he saw? Self-conscious, Bailey tried to shift away from the scrutiny.

“Stay,” he commanded. “Let me look at you.”

“Wouldn’t you rather do this with the lights off?”

“No.”

Bailey swallowed past the lump in her throat. Why was it so hard to believe that he could find her attractive like this?

“You sure?” she asked.

He raised his head and looked her in the eye. “Bailey. I’m not your fucking ex. It’s just you and me here. I would never hurt you.” He continued to hold her stare. “Have I ever lied to you about something that matters?”

“No,” she whispered.

“So why do you think I’d lie to you about this?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged.

“Bay, you’ve been driving me crazy for weeks, walking around here in your little pajamas and shit.”

“I have?”

“Jesus, Bailey, I wouldn’t be crossing this line with you if I had any choice in the matter.”

“Of course you have a choice.”

“No, I don’t. You’re in there.” He tapped the side of his head. “And I can’t get you out.” Gonzo’s eyes roamed down her body. “There isn’t a single thing about you I don’t find sexy as fuck.”

The sincerity on his face made the knot in her stomach unclench slightly.

“Now we can turn the light off if you need to, but I really want to fucking see you.” He trailed his finger along the swell of her breast as he traced the lace cup of her bra. “Because what I’m seeing so far is even better than I imagined.”

“It is?”

“Yeah, and what I imagined was pretty fucking good.” He ran his knuckle between her breasts and down her stomach toward the snap of her jeans. “Your skin is so soft.” He leaned down and ran his tongue along the swell of her breast and up her neck. “And the way you smell.” He inhaled deeply.

Bailey shivered.

“You gonna let me leave the light on and look at you?” he asked.

Her nipples tightened as his breath puffed against the sensitive skin by her ear with each word.

“Yes.”

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