CHAPTER SIXTEEN - CHLOE
GETTING BACK INTO the apartment was a stumble.
Chills cascaded over my skin from the freezing snow, heightened by the lingering orgasm and the pleasure still pulsing through me. My heart continued to pound. My toes, fingers, and nose were completely numb.
But I couldn’t stop kissing him.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he carried me inside. He stumbled over the plant on the floor just inside the window, catching his balance just before we went tumbling down. The warmth of the living room hit my skin as he let me down off his waist, his hand pressing to my cheek. His kisses were long yet needy. I needed to feel his bare skin against mine again, wanted that hot shower raining over us as he took me against the wall or bent me backwards.
Barely parting, I reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. His breath whispered against my wet skin, warming me with every kiss down my throat. I tripped on the coffee table when his lips met mine again, but he caught me by the waist. Soft chuckles left both of us as we paused for a moment and swayed together. I lifted to my toes, our noses nudging playfully, and he grabbed my ass, squeezing it enough to make me suck in a sharp breath.
“You like when I do that, don’t you?” he whispered.
My fingers curled against his chest when he pinched my skin, and I leaned forward, pulling his bottom lip between my teeth with a tug. “Don’t stop,” I said.
And he didn’t.
Every inch of his hands on my flesh had my chilled body vibrating back to life. I couldn’t decide if I loved or hated the erratic pace of my aching heart and the way it seemed to burn my ears and chest, how my muscles felt restless from his every touch, and the way I couldn’t seem to get him close enough.
Damn him for making me feel this way.
But, fuck…Fuck, it felt good to be wanted.
I reached for the button on his drenched pants, not daring to break our kiss, and together, we pulled them down. His stiffening cock bobbed free, hitting my abdomen before he bent over to try and finish taking off his jeans, fumbling with the bottoms. My bralette was flung off. I grabbed his face and kissed him again, steadying him, and when he kicked his wet jeans to the side, he finally grabbed and lifted me onto his waist again.
Bare skin flush, we slowed as if the contact alone had electrified our connected souls. His hands massaged my ass, making me buck against him with every squeeze and smack. I could feel his hard cock grazing my entrance as he moved with me toward the bedroom. I didn’t know, nor did I care, how he knew where he was going with us attached like this, but he side-stepped the coffee table and was nearly at the bedroom door when my doorbell rang.
It was as though that fucking chime doused our minds back into reality. Gavin cursed under his breath as he pulled away from my lips, and I slid down his body to my feet. He rested his forehead against mine, swallowing as he regained his breath.
“Turn on that water for us,” he whispered. “Get ready for me.”
He slapped my ass as I turned away and headed into the bathroom. I had to remind myself to breathe as I went in. My mind was a jumble of arousal, confusion, and greed. I paced once in a circle as I tried to remember what I was doing.
Shower.
Reality swept briefly over me as I turned on the overhead shower and removable shower head, the cold water drenching my fingers. I willed my breaths to level, closing my eyes and holding the glass door handle for a moment to try and collect myself. Steam began to billow from the water, and I reached out to touch it just as I heard the door snap closed.
Gavin had paused, his hand still on the door, and I straightened as I remembered why he had parted from me to begin with.
“Did the pizza guy enjoy this view?” I asked, looking over his naked body and landing on his stiffening cock. My thighs squeezed at the sight of him again, staring at the trail of his ginger curls below his abs, the heave of his stomach, and the appearance of those straining veins beneath his forearm tattoos.
And it wassucha nice cock, too.
A devious smirk flinched his lips, and he slowly began to stroke his dick. “Asked if he could join in,” he said in a low tone.
“I hope you gave him an extra tip and told him he could stay to listen for my screams outside the door if he wanted,” I said.
Gavin scoffed as he walked toward me. “Baby, you’re going to scream loud enough he’ll hear you in his shop downstairs.”
“Sounds a little far-fetched.”
“It’s a promise.”
His arms wrapped around me, and he dipped low, his kiss evacuating the breath that had just tried to enter my lungs. He began walking us backward into the black-tiled shower, and once inside, the heated water rained over our heads, goosebumps erupting on my skin.
He was over me, aggressive hands worshiping me like it was their job. Teasing my taut, sensitive nipples and grabbing my breasts as he kissed from my neck to my collar, lapping up the water trailing down my chest.
I surrendered, losing all fight and nearly going limp as I allowed him to take me—to flip me and press my chest into the steamed wall, his hand moving around my hip to my center. His hard dick rubbed between my thighs as his other hand slid up to the back of my head, his long fingers massaging and gripping at the roots of my hair just tight enough to make my mouth sag. My head sank into him as he held me, and as his chest pressed hard against my back, I felt his smile curl on my neck.
