experienced before. It was physically powerful, chaining us together where we sat. Both of us voiced the intent to break apart, to go our separate ways, but our bodies overruled our brains.
There would be no moving away.
Only closer.
In one fluid movement, Gavin came forward, sweeping an arm around my waist and pulling me to the very edge of the couch. His knees parted and my body fit between them as his lips fastened to mine.
We were Velcro. He was the rough side and I was the soft. The closer he pressed , the more tightly we fused. I swear to you in that moment I didn’t think. I couldn’t. I could only be pummeled by the onslaught of heavy desire that flooded my system like a surging waterway.
Gavin’s fingers delved into the hair at the base of my neck, tangling around the blond strands and pushing my head even closer. Our teeth bumped together and he opened even wider, slipping his tongue inside my mouth, smoothing over the edges of my teeth and stroking the roof of my mouth.
I melted in his embrace. The heat from his skin, the taste of his kiss… intoxicating was an understatement. He was the most potent drug , the kind that just one hit would kill, and I was well on my way toward death. And I didn’t care. In that moment, the way our mouths moved together was so intense I would have gladly given my life for just a few more minutes.
My fingernails dug into the bulging muscles in his biceps, like I was on some kind of carnival ride and needed to hang on for dear life. My lungs burned with the need for oxygen, but breathing would require lifting my head, and that was something I couldn’t stand.
The kiss went on and on. It was moist and hot . Gavin allowed my tongue to explore every place it wandered, and every groan that escaped my throat he captured and added it to his own.
Just when I thought my chest might burst , he pulled away. My lips felt swollen and the air that rushed between us felt cool against my overheated skin. I stared up at him dumbly, completely at a loss for words.
No one had ever kissed me like that.
No one had ever drawn out that kind of response with just a single kiss.
I know he saw shock in my eyes . It reverberated through my bones. I took a deep, unsteady breath and my breasts brushed against his shirtless chest.
“I changed my mind,” he said, his voice made of gravel.
“What?” I asked, breathless and totally confused.
His cobalt eyes fastened on mine. “I don’t want you to go.” The hand still tangled in my hair tightened, as if he expected me to refuse.
Refusing was not an option.
Surrender was my only choice.
All I could manage was a single word.
“Yes.”
12
Talie
His touch was like fire. Tomorrow , I would likely have blisters from the flames his fingers left behind. After my single-word answer, we didn’t speak again. Our lips and hands did all the talking.
His body was smooth like polished granite, an d his tropical scent enthralled my senses so the only thing that existed was him. Gavin knew exactly where to touch, exactly the right amount of pressure to apply when he dragged his fingertips down the base of my neck and delved below the neckline of the cover-up I wore.
My breasts tingled with need. The flesh felt swollen as blood and desire filled them, hoping one of Gavin’s magic hands would come their way. My nipples were drawn so taut it was almost painful, and every time I shifted, they brushed against the material of my bathing suit, the friction only whipping me into more of a frenzy.
I was bold in my exploration of his body. I wasn’t the kind of girl to shy away. I was hungry —starving actually—and my body instinctively knew he would satiate that hunger like no one else could.
One of my hands cupped his pec, squeezing and then pinching the nipple until it puckered tightly. He groaned and I swept my other hand up into the thick blond hair, kneading my fingertips into his scalp.
The burning of the sting on my wrist intensified when
There would be no moving away.
Only closer.
In one fluid movement, Gavin came forward, sweeping an arm around my waist and pulling me to the very edge of the couch. His knees parted and my body fit between them as his lips fastened to mine.
We were Velcro. He was the rough side and I was the soft. The closer he pressed , the more tightly we fused. I swear to you in that moment I didn’t think. I couldn’t. I could only be pummeled by the onslaught of heavy desire that flooded my system like a surging waterway.
Gavin’s fingers delved into the hair at the base of my neck, tangling around the blond strands and pushing my head even closer. Our teeth bumped together and he opened even wider, slipping his tongue inside my mouth, smoothing over the edges of my teeth and stroking the roof of my mouth.
I melted in his embrace. The heat from his skin, the taste of his kiss… intoxicating was an understatement. He was the most potent drug , the kind that just one hit would kill, and I was well on my way toward death. And I didn’t care. In that moment, the way our mouths moved together was so intense I would have gladly given my life for just a few more minutes.
My fingernails dug into the bulging muscles in his biceps, like I was on some kind of carnival ride and needed to hang on for dear life. My lungs burned with the need for oxygen, but breathing would require lifting my head, and that was something I couldn’t stand.
The kiss went on and on. It was moist and hot . Gavin allowed my tongue to explore every place it wandered, and every groan that escaped my throat he captured and added it to his own.
Just when I thought my chest might burst , he pulled away. My lips felt swollen and the air that rushed between us felt cool against my overheated skin. I stared up at him dumbly, completely at a loss for words.
No one had ever kissed me like that.
No one had ever drawn out that kind of response with just a single kiss.
I know he saw shock in my eyes . It reverberated through my bones. I took a deep, unsteady breath and my breasts brushed against his shirtless chest.
“I changed my mind,” he said, his voice made of gravel.
“What?” I asked, breathless and totally confused.
His cobalt eyes fastened on mine. “I don’t want you to go.” The hand still tangled in my hair tightened, as if he expected me to refuse.
Refusing was not an option.
Surrender was my only choice.
All I could manage was a single word.
“Yes.”
12
Talie
His touch was like fire. Tomorrow , I would likely have blisters from the flames his fingers left behind. After my single-word answer, we didn’t speak again. Our lips and hands did all the talking.
His body was smooth like polished granite, an d his tropical scent enthralled my senses so the only thing that existed was him. Gavin knew exactly where to touch, exactly the right amount of pressure to apply when he dragged his fingertips down the base of my neck and delved below the neckline of the cover-up I wore.
My breasts tingled with need. The flesh felt swollen as blood and desire filled them, hoping one of Gavin’s magic hands would come their way. My nipples were drawn so taut it was almost painful, and every time I shifted, they brushed against the material of my bathing suit, the friction only whipping me into more of a frenzy.
I was bold in my exploration of his body. I wasn’t the kind of girl to shy away. I was hungry —starving actually—and my body instinctively knew he would satiate that hunger like no one else could.
One of my hands cupped his pec, squeezing and then pinching the nipple until it puckered tightly. He groaned and I swept my other hand up into the thick blond hair, kneading my fingertips into his scalp.
The burning of the sting on my wrist intensified when
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