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He grinned even as his cock pushed forward, parting her, making way for himself deep inside her body. When he hilted, she reached down, feeling the place where he’d entered her, feeling where he ended and she began. Her hips tilted without thought. “More.”
Gavin cursed. Holding himself up on one elbow, he began a heavy in-and-out motion while he teased her breast, petting, tweaking, massaging. Watching his eyes devour the sight of her was almost too much, and she closed her eyes, focusing on the sharp surge of desire as her body shouted with delight.
“Not long,” she said, straining. She forced herself to meet Gavin’s eyes, to share that too-intimate moment as her body clenched hard on his fierce invasion, then flew free. “Gavin!”
He held her gaze, refusing to let go until her orgasm waned. A few minutes of petting, of heavy breathing, and he came up to his knees. His big hands caught her behind her legs and pushed her thighs back toward her body. The move angled her hips, opening her to receive him even deeper. The rhythm he started up had her crying out immediately.
“Come on, lass, come on,” he urged. “I want another one.”
He hadn’t had his first. “I can’t—”
“Ya can and ya will, Scarlet. Give me what I want. Come on now.” He hammered into her, quickening his thrusts. Scarlett grabbed hold of her thighs and threw her head back, barely able to breathe, feeling the rise of that pleasure all over again.
Gavin reached for one of her hands, lifted it, and placed her fingers on her clit. The delicate nub was hard, straining outside its hood. “Touch yerself, Scarlett. I want to see how beautiful ya are when ya explode.” A couple more thrusts had him grunting, a grimace taking over that full mouth, and strain constricted his words. “I’m gonna come. Come with me, darlin’.”
“I— I am—” Her fingers circled her clit, pressing harder, shooting a live wire of pleasure through her body. “Gavin, I—”
“That’s it. That’s it,” he coached.
Her spine curled. “Gavin, I’m coming. I’m coming!”
A flurry of thrusts pounded her pelvis, setting off a fire that threatened to consume her. Her body clamped down on his, tight, tighter, her focus narrowing to her core…
And then she was there. She was over.
“Aye!” Gavin shouted. “That’s my girl.”
Long moments later she collapsed back onto the bed, breath like a runaway freight train. Gavin’s weight between her legs disappeared, and she heard the bathroom door open. Getting rid of the condom. Next thing she was aware of was his body stretching out next to her. “Now you can sleep,” he said in her ear. His hand settled on her mound, petting her gently. “Sleep for a little while. I’ll wake you soon.”
She couldn’t wait.
A kiss brushed her cheek, her lips, before he sighed and curled around her. “Merry Christmas, lass.”
ChapterEleven
Scarlett stirred as Gavin trailed his fingers over her breast. Pleasure and pain zinged through her body. She pushed his hand away. “I’m sore, you lech.”
Gavin’s laugh reached her slowly waking ears. “Ye’re sore? I’m sore.”
She gestured in the general direction of his crotch without opening her eyes. “That’s what you get for using that thing so much.”
What she said registered just as the words left her mouth, and she squeezed her eyes shut, heat rushing into her cheeks. Oh God, had she really told Gavin he’d used his penis too much? She really couldn’t be trusted to talk like a responsible adult when she was still half asleep. With a groan she hoped he attributed to lack of sleep and not embarrassment, she rolled over and pulled the covers over her head.
They were slowly pulled back until light hit her eyes. Gavin’s mouth touched her ear. “You enjoyed me usin’ that thing, lass. Don’ try to deny it.”
She covered her face with her hands even as a giggle escaped. Fingers landed on her ribs, and Gavin gave her a light tickle.
“No no no!” She laughed as she rolled over to face him. Pointing a demanding finger in his direction, she commanded, “No tickling.”
Gavin ignored the finger and leaned in for a kiss. She slapped a hand over her mouth. “Mownin’ bweath!”
He grinned. “I used yer mouthwash.”
“I didn’t!”
A warning light filled his eyes, and the next thing she knew she was on her back, Gavin’s mouth landing kisses over her neck and chest and shoulders and face. He saved her mouth for last, but he limited himself to a close-mouthed kiss before backing away. Satisfaction filled his eyes when he took in her flushed, laughing face.
Then, “Right. Coffee?”
