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Reaching out, he tugs my body closer to him as if I don’t weigh a thing, until I’m lying beneath him and he’s hovering above me. Slowly he dips his head, his mouth finding mine in a sweet, tongue-filled kiss as he positions himself, the head of his cock brushing my pussy.

Oh God. This is it. The moment I’ve been waiting for since I was a drunk freshman. We have grown and changed over the last two years, but my feelings for this man have only intensified. I don’t care about anyone else. Want anyone else.

Just Gavin.

He slides inside me slowly, inch by excruciatingly thick inch, filling me up. I hold my breath and close my eyes, my body still, my brain shifting into overdrive. The significance of the moment, one I’ve been waiting for so long to happen, hits me hard, and I think I might ...

Oh God, I am crying.

The tears well in my eyes, and I squeeze them tight, trying to keep the tears from falling, but they do. Leaking out of the corners of my eyes and sliding down my face, and Gavin pauses, his cock inside me, his hands braced on either side of my head.

“Sienna,” he whispers, and I can’t look at him. This is ... this is embarrassing. Overwhelming. I’m being silly, reacting like this. I need to keep it together and focus on the hot sex we’re about to have. The delicious, toe-curling orgasm he’s going to give me because I meant what I said to him earlier—I have faith that Gavin is capable of doing allll the things.

Including making me come while he’s inside me.

“Sienna.” He repeats my name, louder this time, his fingers drifting across my cheek, and I open my eyes, my vision blurry thanks to the sheen of tears currently covering them. I blink, sending the fresh tears cascading down my face, and I notice his furrowed brow. The concernfilling his beautiful eyes. “Baby. You’re crying. What’s wrong? Do you want me to sto—”

I cut him off. “No. Please don’t stop.”

“Why are you crying?” He dabs his thumb in one of my tears, absorbing it into his skin. He brushes the rest of them away, dipping his head to kiss me before he murmurs, “My dick is too big, huh? Am I hurting you? I’ll go slow, baby. I promise.”

I burst out laughing. I hope that was his intent because, oh my God, the confidence filling his voice at calling himself too big was ... a tad comical. “You’re not too big, Gavin. And you’re not hurting me. It feels good, having you inside of me.Youfeel good. I’m just—this moment. It’s emotional for me.”

“I don’t know if I’ve ever made a woman cry before when having sex with her. This is definitely a first.” He starts to move, taking his time as he fucks me slowly. Our bodies getting used to each other as we find our rhythm.

We stop talking. There’s no need for words as he increases his speed, his cock plunging faster inside me. Harder. He grunts with every thrust, not holding back, and I match his movements, wrapping my legs around his waist, sending him deeper. Making him groan. Making me whimper.

He nudges something deep inside me that sends a scattering of tingles all over my body, settling in my core. He does it again, and I cling to him, whispering my encouragement.

“Oh my God. Just like that,” I murmur close to his ear.

Gavin wraps his arm around my back, lifting me off the mattress as he holds me firm and fucks me hard. I keep my legs tightly wrapped around his lean hips, shocked breaths leaving me with his every push inside my body. He keeps hitting that spot, over and over, and I close my eyes. Bury my face against his neck right as the tremors take over my body.

“Oh, fuck, Sienna,” he groans right before his own orgasm sweeps over him. His body shudders against mine, and I hold on tight. Reveling in the experience of feeling Gavin Maddox come apart in my arms.

This night, this moment, has completely transformed me. And I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.

Chapter FourteenSienna

I wake up slowly, my body aching from being in a prone position for too long. The spot between my thighs aching for a different reason ...

Shifting my legs, I knock my feet into something.

Someone.

My eyes pop open, and I realize I’m tangled up in Gavin’s arms. In his bed. He’s fast asleep, his lips slightly parted, his eyes closed. There’s a massive amount of dark stubble on his cheeks, and there are faint shadows under his eyes.

He’s still devastatingly handsome. How can he not be?

My movements are slow as I try to pull out of his embrace, but I wake him up anyway. His eyelids slowly lift, revealing his hazy gaze, and a furrow appears between his eyebrows when he sees me. That furrow sends me into a panic spiral, making me fear he regrets everything that happened. But that slow, sexy smile stretches across his face, and he leans in, trying to kiss me.

I block him with my hand, turning my head away.

“What the fuck, Freckles?” he murmurs against my palm, and I almost want to laugh.

“Morning breath, Gavin.” I slowly drop my hand, hoping the look on my face is a warning. “You do not want to kiss me right now.”

“Bullshit.” He leans in and does it anyway, and his lips linger, soft and persuasive.

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