Page 39 of Say Yes

CHAPTER 8

SARA CURLED INTO GAVIN, feeling his heat, his hardness. His mouth was hungry on hers, his breath coming fast and uneven. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, but it wasn’t enough. She clutched at his back, holding on as he rolled on the bed, positioning her firmly beneath him, working himself between her thighs, thrusting against her.

His hands slid down to her hips and his fingers dug into her flesh. He panted in excitement. “I’m sorry, Sara. Too fast.”

“No!” She was so afraid he’d draw back, quit again, that she wrapped her legs around him. “Stay with me, Gavin.”

“Oh, I intend to.” But he pried himself loose, pinning her arms over her head and levering himself upward. “We have to slow down. I don’t have any protection in here and…” His head fell forward and he groaned.

“Gavin?”

“Don’t move, sweetheart. I swear. This time I’ll be right back. Don’t you dare move.” He shoved himself off the bed and jogged out of the room.

Sara lay there staring at the ceiling. One. Two. Three. Four…Gavin was back. He set a box of condoms on the nightstand then turned to look at her. She remained perfectly still.

Fascinated, she watched his gaze going over her from her tangled hair to her feet. One of her sandals had fallen off, the other dangled from her toes. They had taken turns showering after his family arrived, and they were both dressed casually in shorts and T-shirts, but now Sara’s shirt bunched up beneath her breasts and her shorts were unsnapped.

Gavin knelt on the bed, one large, hot hand coming to rest on her bare midriff. He stroked her, his hand trembling, his nostrils flaring as he struggled for breath. When he began slowly lowering her zipper, she brought her hands down to help him.

“No.” Gavin caught her wrists and returned her arms to rest over her head. “Don’t move. I mean it, Sara. You move and I’m done for.”

“I can’t just…”

“Yes, you can.” He sounded very positive. Then he caught her T-shirt and pulled it up until he could twist it around her wrists. He held it there with one hand while he deftly unhooked the front closure on her bra. The material parted and her breasts were exposed, her nipples tight, a light flush heating her skin.

Gavin stared, then closed his eyes with a guttural groan. “Don’t move.”

“You already said that.”

“I know.”

He went back to her shorts and Sara, though more excited than she’d ever thought imaginable, had to fight her embarrassment. “I had no idea you were so kinky, Gavin.”

“This isn’t kinky, babe. It’s survival. I’ve wanted you for so damn long I can’t remember not wanting you. And I’ve been disgustingly celibate for too many months. I’m working on a hair-trigger libido here. One wrong move, and…”

Stunned by his admission, Sara forgot to be embarrassed as he stripped her shorts down her legs and removed her one remaining sandal. She hadn’t been with anyone, but then, there was no one she’d wanted. She’d never considered that Gavin had remained alone, too, since his breakup. She was amazed, and for the first time, she started to believe how much he might care for her. It seemed unbelievable, but also undeniable.

He traced his finger along the edge of her silky panties. Her breath constricted, her stomach muscles tightened. “Gavin? You’ve…you’ve really been celibate?”

“As chaste as a schoolgirl.” His hot, intense gaze swept up her body, then settled on her face. “I didn’t want anyone but you. Even before I broke things off with Karen, I was waiting for you. Just you, Sara.”

Sara smiled, feeling oddly touched. She didn’t know what to say, so she mumbled, “That’s so sweet.”

Gavin wasn’t amused. He yanked her panties down, causing Sara to yelp. But before she could move he was over her, his mouth covering hers again, his tongue sliding in, hot and wet. His large palm smoothed over her breasts, pausing to lightly abrade her peaked nipples, then coasting down her belly and cupping over her mound.

“This is sweet, Sara.” His fingers pushed inside her and she groaned. “Oh, yeah, very sweet.”

For long, agonizing minutes Gavin tormented her. He wouldn’t let her touch him at all, and that frustrated her. But how could she protest while he was making her squirm and beg and pant?

Gavin’s mouth slid over her throat to her shoulder and then to her breast. He gently sucked her taut nipple into the heat of his mouth, and Sara felt her entire body clench. His fingers were still stroking over her, inside her, and she felt a wave of sizzling sensation begin. She fought it, but Gavin was relentless.

“Yes, honey.” His tone was low and guttural, insistent. “Don’t fight me, Sara. Not now.”

Since she seemed to have very little choice in the matter, Sara gave in. Her climax was blinding, and she arched and twisted, hearing in the back of her mind all the soft, sultry words Gavin uttered to encourage her.

Limp, Sara was only vaguely aware of Gavin standing beside the bed removing his clothes. She opened her eyes a crack and surveyed his body. “That wasn’t fair.”

“Who ever told you love was fair?”

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