Page 40 of Say Yes

Love? Her heart skipped a beat and her emotions shattered. She didn’t know if it was hope or fear or relief she felt, and since Gavin continued disrobing, she decided not to dwell on it. More than likely, it amounted to mere pillow talk. She wasn’t overly familiar with the type of conversation appropriate at such a cataclysmic time.

Gavin’s body demanded her attention, and her eyes widened as he shucked his shorts down his legs, taking off his underwear at the same time. She was sated, but she’d have to be dead not to be moved by such a sight. He was strong and powerful and pulsing with arousal. She could have looked at him all day and been deliriously happy. But Gavin wasn’t very accommodating. He faced her, his hands fisted at his sides, and gave her only a scant second to soak in the sight of his nude perfection before he climbed back into bed with her and reached for the condoms.

“Let me,” Sara said.

But Gavin gave her a horrified look. “Not on your life. I’d never live through it.”

“I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“No, you’d kill me.” She frowned and he added, “I mean it, Sara. You keep those little hands to yourself. Maybe later, after the box is nearly empty, I’ll let you play touchy-feely. But not right now.”

He seemed so serious, she couldn’t help but chuckle. “So you can play, but I can’t?”

“Damn right.” He slid the condom on, then turned toward her. “I’m sorry, babe, but I’m short on control right now.”

“Then I’ll hold you to your promise of later. Because I really am looking forward to touching you, Gavin.”

His expression stilled with her words, his chest heaving, his jaw tight, then he growled suddenly, “Dammit!” And Sara knew she’d said too much.

She loved his loss of control. Gavin was like a wild man, starving for her. And here she’d thought he didn’t want her! Ha! She had wasted a lot of time, she decided.

But then she couldn’t think anymore. Gavin pulled her legs apart and said in a rough whisper, “Please tell me you’re ready for me,” and before she could answer, he pushed inside.

Frantically she tried to remind herself that sex was just sex, not love. But it didn’t seem that way now. Not with Gavin staring down at her, his eyes so hot and filled with bursting emotion, his fingers twined with her own, gripping her, almost painful in their urgency.

“Sara,” he breathed, and began to move.

Unbelievable the way the tension built again so soon. She cried out, but Gavin kissed her, his tongue deep in her mouth muffling the sound. When he came, he threw his head back and yelled like a crazy man. Sara touched him everywhere she could reach, stroking, kneading, then as he gave a great shudder she looked at his face and felt her own raging orgasm.

Very slowly, Gavin sank down onto her. She felt the harsh pounding of his heart against her breasts, felt his breath gusting against her sweat-damp skin as he tried to regulate his breathing. She was amazed. She was stunned.

Calm, confident, even-tempered Gavin was a wild man. Sara closed her eyes and hugged him close. She loved it.

* * *

MORNING SUN CAUSED his eyelids to twitch, and very warily, Gavin peered over at Sara. She was asleep, thank God. He felt numb all over, especially weak in the legs, and he wasn’t certain he could do more than manage a shallow breath.

He’d planned, for so damn long, to make love with Sara and overwhelm her with his touted finesse.

Instead she’d damn near killed him.

She’d taken him seriously when he’d carried in the box of condoms. There couldn’t be many left, probably only the ones he’d thrown beneath the bed, hiding them from her so she’d give him some rest. The little witch had been voracious. She certainly had more faith in his stamina than was warranted.

Many times he’d drifted into a deep sleep, only to jerk awake moments later, already hard, with her small hand stroking him or her mouth teasing him, or…But it had been wonderful. Exhausting, but wonderful. He muttered a quiet curse when he realized he was hard yet again.

He glanced at Sara’s sprawled body and knew escape to be his only option. He had an hour before he needed to be on a job, and Sara had to go into work today, too. He sincerely hoped she had more energy than he did. His knees shook when he stood.

Satan and Tripod came together to the bedroom door when Gavin started out. The two pets had made a vicious ruckus last night when he and Sara had forgotten to let them back in. It had been the only reprieve Sara had given him, allowing him to feed the animals in the kitchen. But once that was done, Gavin found himself dragged back to the bedroom.

He grinned and shook his head. It hadn’t taken Sara long at all to lose her inhibitions, and she was a glorious sight when she became demanding. He’d gladly play her sex slave again, just as soon as he had recuperated.

Picking up Satan and whistling softly to Tripod, he tiptoed out of the bedroom and into the hall, silently closing the door behind him. After giving the cat a few affectionate pats and rubbing Tripod behind the ears, he went into the bathroom to shower. He had just finished washing and was leaning back against the cool ceramic tile when the shower curtain opened and Sara stepped in. He gawked.

Sara slanted him a disgusted look, then stepped under the water. “Forget it, Gavin. I’m zonked.”

Seeing that he was safe enough, he gave in to the urge to grin. She really did look exhausted, poor thing. He couldn’t resist teasing her. “First wine, and now sex. You really do have this thing about overindulging, don’t you?”

She pushed wet hair out of her face and glared at him. “Me? You’re the one who wouldn’t stop—”

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