Fucking hell. A whimper left me, my hips grinding into his face again. “Yes,” I cried out, his words and the fantasy sweeping through me. His mouth enclosed on that seam again, and my imagination ran with desire. I was right there on the edge, straining to keep my composure—
“Come for me, Chloe,” he said, his hands tightening on my ass. “Let go. I’ve got you. Fuck, I’ve got you, baby,” he said in a straining voice.
Jaw shaking, I felt my walls coming down, and my release hit me in waves. Both my knees bent up, and I craned my head back, letting that pleasure wash through me over and over. He held one arm tight around me, and I knew he was watching my face as my mouth dropped and I yanked at my own hair. I heard him groan, felt his hand squeeze so tightly on my ass that I knew it would be bruised after.
When that final wave shivered through me, I finally opened my eyes and tried to catch my breath. But the sight that met me caused me to still.
Gavin was still kneeling, one hand still holding my leg over his shoulder, and the other… The other was around his erect cock, cum spilling over his fist.
Our eyes met. Desire locked onto me. He swallowed as his dick finished, his tongue running over his lips. “Do you see what you do to me?” he said in a breathless, desirous voice, pushing to his feet.
My legs dropped to either side of his hips, and I forced my eyes to stay on his. I don’t know what came over me, but I reached for his cum-covered hand, and I brought his thumb to my mouth. Stick and salt met my lips, a touch of sweetness. I licked his thumb, reaching for the blanket behind me at the same time, and then I cleaned the rest of his hand with the fleece.
Gavin looked as though he might lose his mind right there.
“That’s not fair,” he said.
I didn’t reply. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done, what I’d just allowed. I started buttoning up my pants and straightening my shirt, although I’d gotten no further than pulling up my zipper when I felt Gavin press behind me.
“Next time, I won’t respect the ring on your finger until you tell me to stop,” he whispered into my hair. “Next time, it’ll be my tongue—”
“There won’t be a next time,” I said, stepping out of his hold. I pressed my hand to my forehead, swallowing and taking a deep breath at the realization of what we had just done. “This can never happen again,” I managed.
“What can never happen again?” he asked innocently.
“This,” I replied, finally turning and meeting his eyes. “You. Me. Alone. A darkened room. The touching and—“
“The orgasm?” He cocked a coy brow, and I shoved his chest.
“Yes.” Even though it was the best orgasm I’d had in years—if he’d actually touched my bare body, I might have combusted completely. Nonetheless, that didn’t matter. I had lost control faster than I thought I would.
I cursed under my breath. “Gavin, I can’t.”
His throat bobbed when I looked back up at him, and the cockiness that had just been in his eyes was slowly fading. “Fuck,” he hissed, rubbing his hand over his face. “I didn’t—“
“Just take me home,” I said softly.
I didn’t want to talk about it right then. I had to sort out my feelings and what I needed, what I wanted, and what his coming back into my life really meant.
“Okay.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN - GAVIN
I AVOIDED DESIGNARE Fusion for three weeks.
Chloe sent over a few drafts for me to approve. Nothing more. I had opened and closed my phone multiple times to text her, however I hadn’t been able to decide what to say.
It was stupid of me to think it would be that easy. One day alone together, accompanied by worshiping her body and saying wicked things in her ear wasn’t enough. It never would be. I could call her ‘good girl’ and tell her how much I wanted her all day long, but that wasn’t what had made me want to find her again all these years—Psyche or not.
It was the ease of conversation, the laughter, and the way she made me feel that made me want to spend all of my time with her. Morning and night. Good days and bad.
And I was an idiot for thinking otherwise.
“You’re more distracted than usual today,” my mother said in a haughty voice.
I’d convinced her to meet me for breakfast rather than my going home. We sat at a restaurant by the wharf, the noise of seagulls and the smell of salt surrounding us. The only reason I’d agreed was to find out answers about Psyche.
Ares was right. My mother had to know something. She was so overprotective that she would know anything that may have hurt me.
