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But I don’t push her away. I keep my eyes on her as I reach in between us, my fingers curling around the hem of her T-shirt before I lift it up slowly. Glancing down, I watch as I expose the tops of her thighs. The little red panties she has on—damn, they’re barely covering her. The soft, pale skin of her stomach above said tiny panties. I stop when just the underside of her breasts are exposed, and I release a ragged exhale, staring at her perfectly shaped tits.

I shouldn’t do this. I’m a selfish bastard who just wants a look. Maybe even a taste. I won’t take it any further. I promise.

“I promise,” I murmur as I slide down her body, my mouth landing right above the waistband of her panties. I breathe deeply, inhaling her familiar scent. The musky scent of her pussy. Right. I won’t take it any further.

I’m lying to myself.

“What are you promising, Gavin?” she asks, her voice raspy, her breaths coming in soft little pants.

She doesn’t want to know that I was promising to myself that I wouldn’t take this too far, but that’s not true. I want to take it as far as I can get with her. As far as she’ll allow me. My mouth literally waters as her scent intensifies, and I drop my head. Press tiny kisses along the waistband of her panties, overcome with the need to tear them off.

I’m desperate to taste her. Just once.

Chapter ThirteenSienna

My hands automatically go to the top of Gavin’s head, holding him in place. My entire body is on fire because I didn’t expect him to do this. Here we are playing True Confessions in his bed, and then he’s got his mouth right above my panties, like he’s ready to go down on me.

Okay then. Let’s go.Finally.

He slides his hands up along the outside of my thighs, causing sparks to fly everywhere he touches, and I remain as still as possible, fearing I’ll break the spell and he’ll come to his senses. I hold my breath when he curls his fingers around the sides of my panties and slowly pulls them down, completely exposing me.

I close my eyes as he tugs the thin red fabric down my thighs until they’re around my knees and I can’t move my legs. He pulls my panties tighter with one hand, trapping me while he touches me with the other, his fingers tracing a barely there line through the strip of pubic hair I have neatly waxed every three to four weeks, which gets expensive to maintain but is now totally worth it, considering what is happening at this very moment.

“Red. Just like your hair,” he murmurs, and I open my eyes to find he’s staring at my pussy like he’s completely fascinated by it.

“Did you ever doubt I’m a natural redhead?” I ask, my voice faint. Every part of my body is throbbing in anticipation of what Gavin might do next. I don’t even know how I formed words to ask him that question, I’m strung so tight.

“Never,” he murmurs as he slides up my body to kiss me on the mouth. He devours me, really. I push past the disappointment because I had his mouth so close to the spot where I’d love it the most, but having his lips on mine is also good.

No, they’re great. The man hasn’t lost his ability to kiss, not that I thought he had. He might even be better, though that might have to do with how long I’ve craved another moment between us like this. And this one is even better than the last. His mostly naked body pressed against mine, all that firm, hot muscle settling on top of me carefully so he doesn’t crush me as he searches my mouth with his tongue. I wrap my arms around him and stroke my hands up and down his smooth back, dragging my nails across his skin and making him shiver. He pulls away slightly, and fear locks tight around my throat, ceasing my ability to breathe.

“We need to take this off” is what he says, tugging on my T-shirt, and the relief that floods me is overwhelming. I thought he was going to back away. Tell me he couldn’t do this, that we’re just friends.

Please. This man is not myfriend, not in the traditional sense. I want him too badly, and I think he feels the same way.

I lift my arms to help him pull the shirt off, and he whips it over my head, tossing it on the floor and leaving me mostly naked. I kick off the panties tangled around my calves, and somehow we end up sitting in the middle of the mattress, me in Gavin’s lap, my legs wound around his hips, his erection nudging me. God, I wish he didn’t have the boxer briefs on. I’d sink right on top of him, taking him inside me. I’m in the perfect position to do just that, and I rub against him, my breath catching.

Gavin grabs hold of my hair, clutching it in his fist and jerking on it gently, my head tilting back. I open my eyes to find him watchingme, a fiercely sexy expression on his face, his eyes blazing with hunger. “You’re a tease.”

“No. You’re the tease.” I angle my hips just so, rubbing against him once more. His fingers tighten around my hair, and he pulls it a little harder. “You’ve still got clothes on.”

“The moment I strip, I’ll be fucking you. Hard.” His mouth lands on my neck, and he sucks the sensitive skin, nibbling on it with his teeth. His words shock me, making my core throb even harder, if that’s possible, and I cling to him, gasping when his mouth finds mine in a filthy, messy kiss.

We sit like this for deliciously long minutes, our mouths connected, his hands wandering all over me once he lets go of my hair. He cups my breasts, strumming his thumbs across my nipples, and I want to die from the pleasure of it all. His mouth and hands and hard body and even harder dick. His soft hair and hot skin and the stubble lining his cheeks. I want to feel those cheeks between my thighs, want to feel his mouth on my pussy, his tongue on my clit.

“You’re so fucking wet, you’re soaking my boxers,” he murmurs against my lips, sounding pleased. “Teasing my cock with your sopping cunt.”

Whoa. I didn’t expect the extra-dirty talk from Gavin, but then again, I shouldn’t be surprised. The man has always been a mystery, and I am loving this side of him.

Feels like I love every side of Gavin—except for when he rejects me.

I refuse to think about that, though. Instead, I concentrate on the rhythm of his tongue and maintain the same rhythm with my hips, rubbing back and forth across the head of his dick, bathing his boxer briefs with my juices. I let go of all my inhibitions because this is the most monumental moment of my life. Wrapped around Gavin, naked. Knowing we’re going to have sex.

My entire body tingles with anticipation.

His hands fall to my waist, and he lifts me away from him with ease, ignoring my whimpering protests. He drops me on the mattressand crawls off it, shucking his boxers off as he stands beside the bed and kicking them aside before he opens the nightstand drawer and pulls out an unopened box of condoms.

I swallow hard, watching him as I push my hair out of my eyes. He tears open the box and pulls out a wrapped condom, setting it on top of the nightstand before he rejoins me on the bed, his focus only for me.

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