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She backhanded his belly. “That’s a terrible response.”
“What? Why is it terrible?”
The fact that he was laughing made her mouth twitch, but she controlled her amusement—barely. “It’s like romance movies where the hero always says, ‘I know’ or ‘ditto.’” She didn’t mention what the words were in response to. She didn’t expect Gavin to say he loved her, but he was the one who’d opened the can of worms. “So rude.”
He captured her hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing her mitten-covered fingers. “No’ in this case. I really did know. After last night, how could I no’.” He arched a brow, a twinkle appearing in his eyes.
Of course he knew. She wondered if he’d taken care of himself the way she’d taken of things after everyone had left. Pressing his hand harder against her stomach to still the butterflies taking flight there, she admitted, “Wewererudely interrupted.”
And though she’d missed more than just sex—she had missed him, which was odd considering they’d known each other, what, four days?—something held her back from saying so. That voice of caution that kept reminding her that he would soon be gone. She was afraid she’d miss a lot more than his body when that happened. It didn’t matter how much she told herself not to; she liked Gavin. She could do a lot more than like him, she suspected. She might resign herself to taking what she could get—and enjoying every minute—but a huge part of her would be sad when he left.
“We’re in the middle of town,” she pointed out as Main Street breezed by. “It’s not like you can do anything about it here.”
“I can’t?” His smile shot a thrill down her spine. “Ya underestimate me.”
Please show me how I’ve underestimated you.She pressed her lips tightly together.
When Gavin’s hand moved beneath hers, she startled. Up up up until it rested just below her breast. Surely she had too many layers on to be hot and bothered by the simple placement of his hand, but apparently not. She squirmed.
Gavin’s smiling lips descended to touch hers. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to wait too long.”
God, she hoped not.
He palmed her breast. Could he feel her heart slamming into her rib cage? Because she knew, even if they began foreplay here, it wasn’t stopping until they’d gone all the way tonight. And the way she felt right now, all the way would mean a choir of heavenly angels singing hallelujah—hopefully more than once.
The slow back-and-forth of his fingers tightened her nipple even through her clothes. “Gavin,” she whimpered against his lips.
He hummed. “Problem?”
“Just that you’re moving too slow.”
“We’ve got all the time in the world.” He nipped her bottom lip. “Or at least until I can take you home and do this right.”
Despite his words, his finger slipped to the low vee of her bodice, then tucked beneath it. Delved beneath the edge of her bra. Bare fingers found her nipple and began a slow roll that nearly had her crying out.
“That’s it, kitten,” Gavin told her. “Purr for me.”
Her body went wet.
Gavin teased her breast for long minutes, punctuating each one with a kiss that left her longing for more. She had no idea where they were, if they were still in town or heading back toward the church. She didn’t care. She only cared that the torture continued.
And it needed to be mutual.
Turning her hand, she pressed her palm against Gavin’s erect length.
“Scarlett.”
Yes, that strain was exactly how she felt. “What?”
She rubbed a single finger up, then down. Gavin choked. His hand retreated to hold hers still.
Scarlett pouted. She didn’t think she’d ever pouted in her life, but she did now. “Hey.”
Gavin dropped his chin, taking deep breaths. “If that hand moves again, we may have ta stop altogether.”
“Why?”
“Because I might make a mess in my pants if we don’.”
