“I’m so fucking sorry, baby.” Gavin kissed her deeper as he scooted back against the nightstand. “I shouldn’t have left. We said we were going to tell him together.”
Emily tore her mouth from his and took his face in her hands. Tears broke loose as she stared into his eyes. “Please stop,” she begged. Heat whipped over her flesh as she fitted his heavily veined dick between her wet folds. A paradox of the worst kind splintered through her as she relished feeling him inside her. Blinding and beautiful, in that moment, Gavin owned her and she owned him, yet guilt held them both captive, its chains heavy, exhausting.
Eyes flaring with hunger, Gavin’s kiss became possessive as he licked into her mouth, taking total domination of her body. His every muscle hardened, tightening his arms around Emily’s waist. He consumed her flesh, pulsing energy colliding with their love and chemistry as he filled her thicker, deeper.
Quickly, with reckless abandon, Emily fell into every sensation Gavin bestowed. His eyes controlled her very soul. His touch filled her inner being. It was then, in that moment, she knew she had to remove every speck of guilt from Gavin’s body.
She only prayed she could.
Sunlight peeked over the horizon and streamed into the bedroom as Gavin lay awake, soaking in the sound of Emily’s sleeping body. She was curled on her side, both hands tucked under the pillow, as his eyes traced every line of her face. God, she looked sweet, an angel so beautiful next to him. Wanting to reach out and touch her, he blew out a breath and resisted the urge, deciding to let her sleep. He watched, mesmerized, his mind replaying the last few weeks as the exhaustion of it all lifted from his chest. Each complicated, tangled layer they’d started off with disappeared. A smile lifted the corners of his lips as Emily burrowed against him. She let out a sleepy sigh and snuggled closer, her leg coming up over his thigh. Fuck. All good intentions of allowing her to sleep were demolished. Gone.
Rolling her naked body into his arms and onto his chest, Gavin fused their lips together and held her tight. “I tried. I honestly did.”
A purr of pleasure crawled up her throat as her eyes fluttered open. Smile on her face, she cocked a brow. “My ass.”
“The ass that’s officially owned by me?” Gavin caressed his hands down her waist, settling on said ass. “This one? Ah, yes. Yes, this one. I love this ass.”
“Owned?” Emily playfully questioned.
“Yes… owned. Never to be leased by another. I’m king landlord, sweets.” He nipped her lip, and she laughed. “I don’t take checks, but I do accept most forms of foreplay and sex as payment.”
Emily filtered her fingers through his hair and shook her head. She wiggled her ass that’d been thoughtfully cupped in his hands. “I only do wild, hanging from a chandelier sex.”
“Mmm, that’s a tough one.” Gavin bit his lip, primal satisfaction glassing his eyes. “I’ll accept your offer as long as I can rope you to the chandelier and have my way with you in whatever way I please.”
Giggling, Emily kinked her head to the side. “Who are you? Christian Grey?”
Hands gliding up her back, a furrow appeared between his brows. “Who’s Christian Grey?”
Eyes wide, Emily sat up and pinned Gavin’s hands above his head. She brushed her nose against his. “You don’t know who Christian Grey is?”
“Not a clue.” Gavin craned his head up, catching her mouth with his. “Is he someone you went to school with?” Before Emily could answer, he gently tugged her lip between his teeth. “Wait. You’ve never been roped up by someone, right?”
“No, not yet.” Emily laughed, lacing their fingers. “And I didn’t go to school with Christian Grey. But I’m pretty sure there’s not a woman on earth who hasn’t heard of him.” Gavin sent Emily another confused look. “Never mind.” She sat up, wrapped the satin sheet around her body, and slipped off the bed. “I’ll explain it one day.”
“Wait. Where are you going? I hope you’re not thinking about showering without me.” Wearing a grin, he leaned up on his elbows. “Remember, I’m the landlord. You need my permission to do anything.”
Eyes piqued in humor, Emily watched Gavin swing his legs over the bed and take a ground-eating step toward her. “Caveman much?”
Gavin didn’t reply. Nope. Instead, he swept her off her feet. Slanting his mouth over hers, he kissed her hard, inhaling deeply, as if trying to breathe her into him. He carried Emily into the bathroom and set her on the vanity.
Gavin’s hard body instantly sent a welcomed shiver up her spine, making her forget about the cold granite under her ass. Her blood sang, and she felt a blush creep up her neck as he slowly pulled the sheet away from her.