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Gavin was gathered with the guys at the bar, knocking back another beer and listening to Cole and Mick talk about the games tomorrow. He was stuck in the middle of them grousing about linemen not covering plays and upcoming contract negotiations. But his gaze was on his wife, who leaned against the table and sipped water while she watched the dance floor.
Liz looked tired. He should take her upstairs. He knew she’d object, that she was determined to stay until every guest had left the ballroom. Though he didn’t know why. This party could go on for a while.
He pushed off the bar and headed toward her, circumventing the dance floor and coming around the back of the tables. She hadn’t seen him, though she was looking for him, her neck stretching as she lifted up on her toes to scan the room, which gave him a great view of her fantastic legs. She caught sight of him as he came up on her left and gave him a half smile.
“There you are. Were you at the bar?”
He laid his beer on the table and tugged her close. “I was. Listening to Mick and Cole talk football.”
She rested her palm on his chest. “How . . . riveting.”
“You can’t imagine. How are you feeling?”
“Perfect. And you?”
“Restless. Want to dance?”
She shook her head. “I was actually thinking we could go someplace”—she looked around—“I was going to say private, but I don’t think there’s anyplace secluded in this ballroom.”
“Doesn’t look like it. Grab your purse and come with me.” He took her hand and led her out of the ballroom and toward the elevators. They rode up to their floor.
“It’s a little early to leave for the night.”
He gave her a smile. “Just a short break.”
He inserted the key and opened the door to their suite. Liz laid her bag on the table, went to the sofa, and sat. Gavin went to the bar and pulled out a bottle of sparkling water.
“You read my mind.”
He opened the bottle and poured it into a glass he’d filled with ice and brought it over to her, kneeling in front of her as he handed her the glass.
“This looks promising,” she said as she accepted the glass and took a sip.
Gavin lifted her foot and slipped off her shoes. “Again, I don’t know why you torture yourself by wearing these heels.”
Liz resisted the urge to groan. It felt so good to have those things off. “It was part of the uniform. All the women wore them today.”
“You wear them every day.”
“And you like my legs when I do.”
He tucked the shoes aside and started massaging the balls of her feet. This time she did moan.
“I’d like your legs if you walked around in bunny slippers.”
She laughed at that. “You would. But there’s not a chance in hell that bunny slippers are in my future. Or my shoe closet.”
“Some day you’ll be huge and pregnant and then what’ll you do? You’ll topple over in those things.” He motioned with his head toward her four-and-a-half-inch heels.
She couldn’t help but lay her hand on her stomach and make a very fervent wish that that day would come. “I’ll wear very stylish sandals. But not bunny slippers.”
Gavin raised her leg up and pressed a kiss to her ankle. “This foot would be cute in slippers.”
“Only if they’re sexy kitten-heeled ones.”
“You, my very delicious wife, have a fetish.”
“So do you, my leg-obsessed husband.”
He smoothed his hand over her calves. “You think so?”
“I know so.”
“I have a fetish for you and your sexy body.” He smoothed his hand over her dress, dragging it up and over her thighs. “And I have an obsession about your scent.”
When he kissed her inner thigh, she gasped, unable to help the sounds that escaped her throat when he dragged her underwear down her legs. Her dress was oh-so-tight and she could barely breathe in it, so the fast, in-and-out pants Gavin’s soft kisses along her inner thigh caused were only making it more difficult to catch a breath.
But she’d make any sacrifice if he’d only move his tongue closer. And when he scooted her butt to the edge of the sofa and put his mouth on her clit, she let out a whimper of sweet satisfaction.
“Oh, Gavin, yes. Right there.” He was still fully dressed, and he looked so amazingly sexy in his tux with his head buried between her legs, his mouth doing delicious things to her *.
She gripped the edge of the sofa and lifted, giving him access, spreading her legs wider so he could slide his tongue along her folds. He captured the bud between his lips and sucked, and she was lost, shattering in a wild climax that left her shaking.