Page 60 of Mistle-Ho

Because of me.

“I think you like trying to make me mess up your clothes, Al.” Gavin grips the bottom of my hoodie and starts pulling it up, but I get tangled and I’m not in the mood for delays.

I lean up a little so I can wrestle the sweatshirt off, then I fall back against the blankets, ready to pick up where we left off.

But Gavin goes still, his eyes dragging over my chest. I take that as a hint to get rid of the T-shirt too, so I grab it next, desperate to get naked and stuffed full of his cock. I’m ready to have Gavin as close as I can get him. I’m ready to know how good sex can really be, and there’s not a doubt in my mind he can show me.

“Don’t you dare take that off.” One big hand grabs the front of the T-shirt, stopping me from peeling it away. A deep sound rumbles through his chest as he continues staring. “You’re wearing my shirt.”

I swallow hard. I told myself it wasn’t a big deal when I put it on. Figured Gavin probably wouldn’t even notice it.

I was wrong.

“You left it at my apartment so I figured it was fair game.”

And by ‘left it’, I mean I’d hidden it away after he walked out Christmas morning. When I saw it in my closet as I was getting ready to come over here, I couldn’t stop myself from picking it up and tugging it over my head. “You can have it back.”

“I don’t want it back.” He almost sounds angry. “I want you to wear it every fucking night.” Gavin’s eyes come to my face. “While you’re sleeping next to me.”

“Oh.” All the air rushes from my lungs on the single syllable.

“Yeah.Oh.” Gavin’s expression hardens even more. “I’ve spent years making sure I never wanted anyone, Al. Making sure I’d never end up proving I’m like my dad.” His dark gaze slides down my body. “And now I can’t stop myself from trying to get everything I can from you.” The set of his jaw softens the smallest bit. “From trying to give everything I cantoyou.”

I can’t pretend I don’t like what I’m hearing—the blatant way he lays out what he wants—even if it looks like the revelation makes him anything but happy. I want to ease a little of the worry drawing a line between his brows. A little of the self-doubt I don’t want to taint this moment. Now would be a great time to make a joke. Lighten the mood.

Swallowing hard, I try my best to bring a teasing tone to my next words. “I know something you can give me.” Instead of coming out the way I intended, the sentence is laced with suggestion. And maybe a little impatience.

Gavin’s head tips back as his eyes snap to mine. Surprise lifts his brows as one corner of his full lips tilts up. “Yeah?” His large frame settles over mine. “What’s that?”

My mouth goes dry because I think he’s expecting me to follow up my little foray into dirty talk, and I’m probably going to be just as terrible at that as I am at teasing and sarcasm.

But what’s the worst that could happen? I suck? Who cares? It’s not like it’ll ruin his outfit.

Taking a deep breath, I dig around my brain for all the less than chaste thoughts I’ve had about Gavin recently, then I lift one hand, tracing his lips with a finger. “You can give me your mouth.” I slide down, drawing a line over his chin, along his neck, past his chest, lower until I cup the hard line of his length. “And you can give me your dick.” I give it a little stroke through his jeans, my breath hitching when his nostrils flare.

It’s enough to keep me going. Keep the words flowing from my increasingly filthy mouth.

“I want you to be so deep inside me you might not get back out.” My thighs clench. “Can you do that for me?”

Gavin’s hand grips my hip, fingers sinking into my softness as he groans. “Fuck, Al. You could have eased me into that shit.”

I open my mouth, ready to keep going. Ready to get more of the endorphin rush that comes with seeing the effect I have on him. Instead, Gavin leans in and catches my lower lip between his teeth, giving it a gentle nip, pulling just a little before releasing it.

“I think that’s enough of that.” His hand slides from my hip to my waist, continuing its upward trajectory. “For now.”

I pout, disappointed. “You’re no fun.”

“I’m planning to change that opinion.” The width of his palm slides under the baggy cotton of the T-shirt he wouldn’t let me take off. “A few times.”

I suck in a breath as his calloused hand tickles against my belly. “That will be tricky if you won’t let me take my clothes off.”

“I didn’t say your clothes weren’t coming off.” His hand changes trajectory, sliding behind my back to deftly unhook my bra, the soft squishiness of his luxurious mattress giving him more than enough wiggle room to slide it free. “Just the shirt.” In a move I didn’t think men understood, Gavin reaches into the armholes of my—his—shirt, sliding the straps down before tugging the entire garment through one. He flashes me a grin and a wiggle of his dark brows as he tosses it away.

“Impressive.” I can’t help but return his grin. “You’re like Houdini.”

Gavin’s smile widens. “Wait till you see what else I can do.”

I lift my brows. “How long do I have to wait, because I feel like I gave you very specific directions forever ago and your dick is still in your pants.”