She melted against him, her tongue sliding against his, her * coating his fingers with her sweet cream. He spread her juices over her clit and massaged the nub.
She whimpered against him, and he was relentless, driving his palm against her sex, dipping his fingers inside her to fuck her *. She lifted onto her toes and sought release.
And he gave it to her, keeping his mouth on hers, his arm wrapped around her to hold her steady while she cried out and clung to his shirt.
Her body quivered against his, and he let her down slow and easy, withdrew his fingers, liking the way she stared up at him with a little bit of shock and disbelief.
He flipped her around and bent her over the kitchen counter, flipping the T-shirt over her back, unable to resist roaming over the bare skin of her back and ass. Her skin was the softest silk, and in between her legs was sweet honey. He swept his hand between her legs again, and she lifted, spreading her legs, palming the counter, and letting out a gentle moan.
She was wet from her orgasm, and his cock throbbed with the need to be inside her. He put on the condom he’d had in his pocket, dropped his shorts and kicked them away, nestled between her legs and shoved up inside her, wrapping his arm around her as a barrier to keep her belly from hitting the granite counter, because he needed to pound hard inside her. His balls tightened as her sweet * gripped him in a tight vise of unbearable pleasure, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on for long. Nothing this good could last. She was tight and hot, and he was going to come.
He slid his hands under the shirt and grasped her breasts, filling his palms with her nipples and squeezing her flesh.
“Gavin,” she cried, lifting off the counter, her hair spilling over his arms.
“Come on my cock, Elizabeth. Make yourself come.”
Her hand slid between her legs, and she rubbed her *, her fingers brushing against his balls, teasing him as she teased herself.
He rolled her nipples between his fingers, plucking them into tight points. She whimpered.
“I’m coming, Gavin. I’m coming.”
He held tight to her and pushed deep into her as he came, jettisoning deep bursts of come as his orgasm shot through him, leaving him panting and drawing in deep breaths.
When he withdrew, he turned her around and kissed her, making sure she understood without a doubt what he was capable of. He left her mouth wet, licking her lips and a look of uncertainty in her eyes as he swept his thumb over her bottom lip.
“Honey, I am that good. I know what you want, and I can give it to you. Anytime you want it. Anytime I want it. That’s why you want to be here with me.”
He picked up his cup, refilled his coffee.
“Shower’s all yours. I’ll go call the hotel and have your things brought over.”
He walked away feeling pretty damn good about how things were going between them.
ELIZABETH WASN’T SURE SHE’D MADE THE RIGHT choice at all.
She swept away the fog in the bathroom mirror and stared at a woman she didn’t know.
What the hell had possessed her last night? And this morning.
She’d had sex with Gavin Riley. She’d broken every damn one of her carefully constructed rules about not getting personally involved with one of her clients. And especially not Gavin.
And now her clothes and laptop were being brought here, and she was going to stay with him?
Good God. This whole nightmare had epic clusterfuck written all over it, and the thirty minutes she’d spent in Gavin’s opulent shower had provided no clarity.
The woman with the wet hair staring back at her in the mirror was a grade-A idiot. She should grab her luggage and run like hell. This was going to end in disaster.
“Elizabeth?” Gavin knocked twice.
“Yes?”
“Your things are here, but I figured you probably hadn’t intended to stay more than last night, right?”
“True.”
“You don’t have anything to wear, do you?”
“Not really.”
“Okay. Get dressed, and I’ll take you shopping so you can get some clothes.”
She stared at the door. Shopping? He was going to take her shopping?
What. The. Fuck.
She felt like Alice in Wonderland, and she’d definitely just fallen down the rabbit hole.
Curiouser and curiouser, for damn certain.
She came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her.
“I put your suitcase in my room.”
She arched a brow. So did Gavin.
“You didn’t think I invited you here to stay in one of the guest rooms, did you?”
“No, I suppose not.” She padded into Gavin’s bedroom, where he’d laid her luggage on the bed. She popped it open and grabbed her makeup bag and some clothes.
After she dried her hair and put it up in a twist, she applied makeup and put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, thankful she always packed at least one casual outfit just in case she got stranded somewhere. She slipped on her heels and went in search of Gavin, who was outside on the terrace. His beautiful shoulders and arms were showcased by the sleeveless cotton shirt he wore. He had on shorts and tennis shoes and a Saint Louis Rivers baseball cap.
Very casual.