We stand frozen in time while we lock eyes. Neither of us utters a word, and I ask myself why I thought coming here alone when everyone who cares about me is away for the weekend was a good idea. He can kill me, and no one would know.
I should run, but like a moth drawn to a flame, I get closer. He’s like a mountain. Big, beautiful, and imposing. His brown eyes are like pools of honey. His clear face is a direct contrast to the mess of tattoos that cover his chest and arms.
He pulls his phone out of his pocket, and moments later, the front doors swing open. He doesn’t say a word while he waits to see what I will do next.
“If you choose to stay, then you will stay.” He stares at the door like he’s offering me a chance to flee.
My legs are like lead. I couldn’t take a step now if my life depended on it, and it just might.
He tilts his head to the door.
“Last chance,” he whispers.
I don’t move. He presses something on the phone screen, and the door closes and locks. I swallow and put a hand to my throat.
“Last chance for what?” I manage to croak out.
He doesn’t answer, but he looks at me as if I’m the last sip of water in the desert. He licks his lips. Those brown eyes rest on my cleavage. I look down and note the deep V-neck white shirt I’m wearing. I didn’t notice that it was sheer until I got outside, and by then, I was in too much of a hurry to go back inside and change. I was in such a hurry to get here that I didn’t bother with a bra.
He inches closer, leaving only a breath of space between us. I swear I can hear his heartbeat. I definitely can feel his breath on my skin. It’s cool, but it has a warming effect on my body. My nipples harden, and for the first time in a long time, I want to feel the touch of a man.
He gets closer until I hit the back of his couch. I have nowhere else to go. I’m trapped, and I’ll never admit it to him or anyone else, but I’ve never felt more alive than I do at this moment.
Fingers glide up my bare legs and stop at the hem of my miniskirt. Holding my breath, I wait to see what he does next. Those fingers leave the hem and glide north. Large hands land on my shoulders while he continues to hold my stare.
I can see the green flecks of his eyes, and I wonder how I’ll ever be able to look away from him.
I wait for him to bend down and gently kiss my lips. It’s been so long since a man kissed me, and I’ve never been kissed by an enormous mountain of a man before. Gavin is only a couple of inches taller than I.
Instead of the gentle kiss I’ve been craving, this man lifts me off my feet so fast that my ballet flats fall to the floor. He moves me from the couch and pins me to the wall before his mouth crashes on mine.
“Uh,” I moan.
That’s the opening he needs. I feel his tongue in my mouth. My hands slide through his hair, and he presses his body into me. The kiss is savage, and I hope it never ends.
I want to touch as much of him as I can, but I’m limited since he has me pinned against the wall. My hands find their way to his massive shoulders. His skin is warm and smooth. His smell is intoxicating. I can get high just from inhaling him.
He abruptly ends the kiss and puts me down on wobbly legs. I start to fall over, but large hands grab my hips. I expect him to open the door and offer me another out, but as usual, when it comes to this man, I’m wrong.
Those hands snake up my skirt. I let out a surprised gasp when he grasps the side of my panties and rips them. After yanking them off, he puts them in his pocket.
He lifts my shirt over my head and touches both breasts.
I see the large bulge in his pants, confirming that Lexi was lying. I bite my bottom lip. He lifts me off my feet again, but this time, he picks me up bridal style and takes the stairs two at a time. He runs down the upstairs hallway so fast, I don’t get a chance to look around.
He bursts through another set of double doors and drops me on a four-poster bed. He unbuttons my skirt and pulls it off, leaving me naked, but not exposed under his glare.
A warmth spreads through me, and he runs his hands through his long hair. I reach for the waistline of his shorts, but he steps away. He undoes the button, slowly rolls down the zipper, while our eyes remain locked.
“Oh,” I mutter in awe moments later when he stands before me in his naked glory. My pussy is soaked, and I touch one of my breasts and squeeze the pebbled nipple.
I move and lie against his pillows, spreading my legs open.
“You goddamn witch,” he says. He climbs on the bed, spreads my thighs as far apart as possible, and sticks his head between my legs.
“Oh, shit,” I moan when his tongue hits my clit.
Chapter 24
