Page 66 of Heart of Gold
I giggle, and he flings sauce at me off the spoon he’s holding. “Ahhh!” I squeal, running to the other side of the island to bend down, but I’m not as fast as him. He meets me on the other side and rubs the spoon down my neck to my cleavage.
I stop breathing for a few seconds, and when his gaze returns to mine it’s darker than before.
Greedy.
His eyes drop to my mouth, and I can feel his breath against my lips. “You have pizza sauce in your hair.”
“And you have pizza sauce on your face,” I lean in and quickly lick some off.
He chuckles, “Come here.”
Quickly, his lips are on mine. He presses his body into me, and when I open my mouth allowing our tongues to touch, he groans. I melt into him and in one swift movement he lifts me upand sweeps everything off the counter, the sauce bowl crashing to the floor.
I push my hand under his t-shirt and my thighs clench when I feel his abs. It’s been too long since I’ve touched him and I’ve imagined it for so many days, now that it’s actually happening? I’m freaking out a little.
He’s like a drug.
I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head, admiring him. When our lips reconnect he’s needy. “Gav?—”
“Tell me to stop…” he hums, his nose sliding up my neck. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
“No way,” I breathe, digging my nails into his shoulder blades. “Touch me.”
A small groan works its way out of him, “Tell me where.”
The demand makes goosebumps radiate up my arms, and my body heats with passion. My silence makes him ask again.
“What about here?” He says, running his knuckle over my bra. “Or here?” He continues down to the button on my jeans.
My lips part and before I can speak he claims them again in a bruising kiss.
“Tell me where, Daisy.”
I suck in a heedy breath, “Everywhere. Touch me everywhere.”
His teeth nibble at my ear, “Yes ma’am.”
My shirt is up and over my head and my bra on the floor in record time. His mouth instantly falls to my nipples, and I arch my back, pushing my body closer to him. Gavin slows his pace, taking his time to look at every inch of me. His kisses turn tender as he works his way down my torso.
He stops at the waistband of my jeans and pulls away. I stare at his naked chest and rake my eyes down to the very prominent hard length pushing against his pants. I forgot how big he is, how full I felt with him inside me.
His hands fall to the button on my jeans and he slips them off. Now I’m sitting on the counter in nothing but a black thong. The granite cold against my ass cheeks.
“This is so fucking sexy,” he rasps, tracing the outline of my panties with the tip of his finger. He doesn’t dare take them off, instead pushing them to the side as slips a finger inside me.
My breath hitches, and I reach up to steady myself against his movements. “Fuck, yeah.” I all but moan.
“Is this where you wanted me to touch you?”
He pushes his finger deeper into me and I whimper. “Gavin, yes.”
Pulling out and taking my panties with him, he slips two fingers back inside. My eyes close, and my head falls back. His lips make their way from my hip to my clit, and my eyes fly open. His tongue rakes slowly from the base of his fingers to the top of my folds, over and over until I’m nearly breathless.
I push my hips against him, wanting more, anything he will give me. He’s everywhere. Touching me with his other hand, he rubs his thumb across my bottom lip. I whimper, needing to come.
“That’s it, pretty girl. I wanna taste you.”
With those words, I lose it. I watch him look up at me wickedly from between my thighs and right as I’m about to come down, he pulls his fingers out of me, and they disappear into his mouth.
