Page 46 of This Memory
His eyes dropped to my mouth. “I don’t care. Are you okay now?”
Biting my lower lip, I nodded. “I feel a lot better. I’ve felt off all day.”
His gaze searched my face, and he smiled. “You got your hair cut.”
I drew back, my brows inching up. “Just a little. How did you know?”
“I notice everything about you. I like it down like this. You normally wear it up.”
Smiling, I slowly shook my head. Most days, I wore my hair back in a ponytail, a messy bun, or French twist. I hardly ever wore it down.
“It’s been a bit curlier since I got pregnant.”
Gavin pushed my hair behind my ears. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, Bry.”
“Me too.”
“I’m sorry I acted like a dick that night. I shouldn’t have left like that. It was an asshole thing to do.”
Nodding, I replied, “It was. But if I’m being honest, I think I barely noticed because I was in an orgasm-induced haze until the next morning.”
Nowhisbrows lifted. “Oh yeah?”
I nodded. “Yeah. You weren’t the only one who was knocked off-kilter. I’d never had that done before. Oral sex, I mean. Let me just tell you, it was way better than my vibrator.”
Gavin laughed. “I’m glad to hear that.”
I chewed nervously on my lower lip. “You know, that urge is back…the one that can’t be satisfied with any battery-operated device.”
A wicked smile played across his face. “Is that so?”
“It’s pretty intense.”
Gavin slowly shook his head. “Why, Brystol Duggan, are you asking me to give you an orgasm?”
“Yes, I am, Gavin.”
Instead of getting straight to business, he searched my face before saying, “You’re so beautiful, Bry.”
I swallowed hard. “It’s the pregnancy. It makes your face…rosy or some shit like that.”
He chuckled. “Never were one to mince your words, but it’s not the pregnancy. You have a glow to you, yes, but you’ve always been beautiful.”
“If this is your way of trying to get tit for tat, I’ve never given a guy oral, but I’d try for you. Or I can use my hand.”
Moving his mouth closer, he kissed my neck, and I let out a soft moan. The kisses moved up my neck until he whispered into my ear, “I don’t want your hand or mouth, Bry.I wantyou. But I’m a patient man. I can wait until you’re ready.”
He sucked my earlobe, and I swore the room tilted. I had to reach for the counter to steady myself.
“Gavin.” It was the only word I seemed to know how to say at that moment.
“Lift up, Bry.”
The feel of him pulling my leggings down caused an instant rush of wetness between my legs. My sweater dress had moved up and over my hips, and I wore only cotton panties. If I had known this would happen, I would have at least gone for something with lace.
Gavin ran his hands up my legs and moaned. “Fuck, if you don’t look hot sitting there like that.”
Frowning, I glanced down. “In white cotton panties? When was the last time you had sex, Gavin? I hardly think cotton panties do it for any man.”
