But she wanted it. Wanted this, with him.
He groaned and started to withdraw. “Zoe, baby, you destroy me.”
“I only gave back what you gave me.” She felt every inch where they were joined. Gavin had strength beyond the muscle, a fortitude that had gotten him through some hard times. And it was that concentrated power that sucked her in, made her feel that in his arms, she would be safe enough to really let go.
“Hey, you got me all hot and bothered first,” he complained, still breathing hard. “Demanding I strip. Being all bossy and mean. It was damn hot. And those fantasies of yours. We need to take care of those, stat.”
“Well, let’s at least give me time to clean up. I think you made another mess in me.”
He chuckled. All hot, male satisfaction. “Do you have any idea how much I love coming in you?”
“Do you have any idea how stupid I was to let you do it that first time?”
“Yep. Pretty dumb,” he agreed and slowly withdrew from her. Before she could dash for the bathroom, he lifted her in his arms, startling a gasp out of her. “Easy. I got you. You weigh surprisingly less than you look.”
“What the hell does that mean?” she snarled.
“So hot.” He sighed again and walked her back to her bedroom, going into the attached bath. Once there, he wouldn’t let her clean herself. So she stood embarrassed through it all as he wiped her clean with a washcloth, then patted her dry, following the towel with kisses.
When he started revving her engines again, insatiable with that oral fixation, she forced him to stop.
He immediately ceased and scowled up at her. “Why?”
“Why?”Because I don’t want to come again so easily. I have no control around you.“I thought we could talk too. Or did you just come over to drain the weasel?”
He grimaced. “Bad euphemism. That’s more like taking a piss, and not something I want involved in my lovemaking.” He stood and made a face. “Go lay down in bed, and we’ll cuddle.”
She blinked. “Did you just say we’ll cuddle?”
“And talk. I know you chicks dig that.” He gave her a knowing smile, just waiting for her to blow up.
“Oh yes. All of us chicks on your fuck list. Let’s talk about that, shall we?”
He shrugged, seeming not at all bothered by the bite in her voice. “If you want to. You can tell me all about the men in your life too, if you want. I’m game.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
She left him to clean up and stalked to the bed. Refusing to dress, she waited, naked, and ignored the slight chill in the room.
Gavin joined her shortly, looking fresh, buff, and determined—which surprised her.
“I’ll start,” he said, still naked and lying down next to her. He leaned on his elbow so he could face her, on his side. She did the same, needing to see his expressions. Then he confused her—again—by tracing her facial features with a callused fingertip. When he stopped, he was smiling.
“Wh-what was that?” And why had it made her feel as if he was touching so much deeper than her skin?
“Just memorizing your features.”
“Through touch?”
“Yep.” His gentle smile annoyed her.
“Don’t try seducing me again. We’re going to talk like regular people.”
“Okay.”
“So start.” She flicked her fingers at him. “Your mistress demands it.”
