Page 2 of Crossroads of Love

It isn’t long before he parks the car and pulls me onto his lap. He grabs the back of my hair and peppers my neck with hot, hungry kisses. I can feel its effects down to my toes.

“Gavin”—I giggle breathlessly—“we can’t do this here.”

“C’mon, baby,” he purrs in my ear.

“Get a bigger car, and we’ll talk.”

He sighs before he chuckles and opens the car door for me to climb out. The second he’s out and his doors are locked, he picks me up and carries me into his apartment.

“I can walk, you know?”

“Why should you, though? I need you to conserve all your energy for what I’m about to do to you.”

Good thing he’s carrying me because my knees would have definitely buckled at that. As it is, I can feel how wet my core is right now.

Damn this man for having this effect on me.

“I’m wearing a dress, and you’re showing everyone my assets,” I joke.

He smacks my butt lightly, and I wiggle against him.

“They’re extremely nice assets to show off.”

“To you but no one else,” I breathe.

He unlocks his front door while still holding me over his shoulder and then carries me inside the apartment. It’s your typical bachelor pad with barely any furniture or anything on the walls, but it’s spotless.

As soon as we’re inside, he flips me around like a rag doll until my back is against the top of the door, my legs are resting on his shoulders, and his face is buried between my thighs.

“Why must you wear panties?” he growls as he blows a breath against the green lace.

“Because I love to torture you with them.”

“I think you like it when I rip them off.”

“I most definitely do.”

He tugs on the material before he tears it apart. He tosses the shredded material behind him as a finger slips inside me.

“Gavin.”

I moan at the sensation, my hips bucking slightly as his finger moves in and out. He's right; I do love it when he rips them off. Something so primal and possessive about it drives me wild.

He adds another finger, stretching me slightly, preparing me for what is to come. His thumb begins to circle my pulsing nub, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

“You're so wet,” he mutters. “I'm going to make you scream.”

Yes, please. Damn, I love it when he talks to me like this.

The way he looks at me, with a mix of hunger and possession, makes my entire body hum with pleasure.

“Please do.”

“You're going to get exactly what you ask for.”

His other hand reaches up to grip my breast, teasing the hardening nipple between his fingers.

“You're so wet, baby. I love how much you want me.”

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