Page 43 of The VIP Doubles Down
Sure enough, Pie was curled up on the pillows mounded under the patchwork quilt. The cat lifted her head and blinked at them as they dodged around the treadmill. Allie shook her hand free of Gavin’s grip and deposited her pet outside the room. “I don’t think we want to share this moment with Pie.”
Seeing the tall, sophisticated writer in her poky little bedroom, filled as it was with just a bed, dresser, and treadmill, made her question the wisdom of this encounter. The radiator clanked and groaned, drawing her eye to the rust-stained, peeling paint on its surface. She grimaced.
“Stop,” he said, covering the width of the bedroom in two strides and picking her up in his arms.
She let out a small shriek and grabbed at his shoulders. “Stop what?”
“Comparing my home to yours. It doesn’t matter.” He carried her to the bed and laid her down before stretching out half on, half off her. He spread her hair out over the quilt. The burn of his eyes as he handled the strands, and the gentle tugging on her scalp, sent little thrills of pleasure dancing through her.
She lifted her hand to trace over his lips and along his jaw. “It doesn’t matter right now,” she said, “but it will.”
“Stop,” he said again. He skimmed his hand over her shoulder until he reached the swell of her breast, his fingers spreading to explore the contours until he brought them in to roll her tight nipple through the silk and lace covering it.
It was like having an electric shock except the sensation was thrilling. She pushed into his hand. “Gavin, yes!”
He pinched harder this time, so her hips lifted as the electricity seared from her breasts to the hollow deep inside her.
She didn’t want a slow seduction. Lifting her head, she kissed him with all the frustrated longing in her body as she ripped the buttons of his shirt out of their buttonholes.
He laughed. The husky sound sent more heat searing through her as he went to work on the buttons of her blouse, giving her a wolfish grin when he discovered the front clasp of her bra and flicked it open. Brushing aside the black lace, he cupped her bared breasts and circled the pads of his thumbs over them.
“Oh my God, yes,” she murmured as his touch made her writhe. She pulled open his shirt to return the favor, running her palms over the springy dark hair she’d been hungering to touch for days, following the line of it over the rippled muscles of his abs down to his belt buckle.
“Ah, Allie.”
She kept going down to run her fingers along the hard ridge of his erection. She stroked it twice, and then he rolled away to unbuckle his belt and yank down his zipper, pushing his trousers and briefs off. She reached for his cock again, but he brushed her hands away, unbuttoning her pants and working them over her hips. She hooked her fingers in her black lace panties and got them to her knees before he took over to drag everything off.
As he shifted back up, he trailed his fingers along her thigh to brush through the hair at the V of her legs, the featherlight touch so close to her yearning that it sent a shudder through her.
“Flame-haired here, too,” he said, his eyes like green glass lit from within. He slid one finger down into the wet heat, finding her swollen clit and nearly making her explode right then.
She opened her thighs to him as he slipped his finger into her aching hollow while his thumb massaged her sensitive spot. Arousal coiled tighter and tighter at every stroke. Her hips bucked against his hand when he added a second finger inside her, stretching and filling her so the pressure built to an almost unbearable point. He flicked his thumb, and she clamped her thighs around his wrist as her internal muscles convulsed and released into a burst of red-hot climax. She dug her heels into the mattress as he drove his fingers deeper so her body clenched and exploded again and again.
As the aftershocks diminished, she relaxed back down onto the quilt and opened her eyes. Gavin slipped his hand from between her thighs and propped himself on his elbow to look down at her before he put his fingers in his mouth. As he sucked her taste from his skin, his eyes burned hotter. When he used his doubly wet fingertip to trace a spiral lower and lower on her belly, she whimpered with pleasure and exhaustion.
“No rush,” he said, the circling gentle but relentless. “I just want to touch.”
She felt her hips rock in rhythm with his caress and groaned. “How is that possible?”
“What?” He splayed his fingers over her abdomen, one just grazing her hair down there.
“That I can be aroused again so soon.”
He smiled in a way that sent arrows of heat streaking through her, then slipped his hand around her hip to wedge it between her and the quilt, kneading the fleshy curve of her bottom. The motion of his fingers made her moan and roll into him, lifting her knee up over his thigh so his erection slid against her wet center.
“Allie,” he rasped, the tendons of his neck standing out. “You can’t be ready yet.”
“Let me be the judge of that.” She rocked her hips to stroke his cock.
“Condom,” he ground out, reaching around her to grab the envelope he’d tossed on the bed as he stripped out of his clothes.
“Allow me.” She took the foil packet out of his hand and tore it open, fitting the condom onto him and then stroking it slowly and sensually down over his erection.
“And that’s where I was imagining your fingers the whole time you were massaging my back.”
“So the therapist-patient relationship wasn’t working for either of us.” She danced her fingertips over his balls just to tease him.
“But this new relationship suits me just fine.” He pulled her knee higher so it rested on his hip and then guided himself into her with a single, strong thrust. They both let out long, inarticulate sounds of satisfaction as he seated himself within her.
