Damn them to hell.
I want him.
17
GAVIN
“Gavin,” she breathes, and my cock twitches at the sound of her low, needy voice. “Please kiss me.”
My feet stop. My breath leaves my lungs.
I shake my head, even though my gaze lingers on her wet lips. No tormenting red lipstick tonight. Just that perfect pink mouth I’ve been dreaming of tasting for ten years.
But I can’t.
I can’t.
“Why?” Her nails graze over the base of my neck, and I hold in a groan.
It’s all fucking agony. Her shorts, her smooth back, her lush tits pressed against me, her begging mouth.
I don’t know what I’ve done so wrong in my life to deserve this torture, but I want to drop to my knees and beg for forgiveness.
“You know why I can’t kiss you.” I lower my forehead to hers and breathe her in. Sweet citrus and temptation and broken rules.
“You’re too scared to play with tigers?” she taunts.
“No, little menace,” I groan, my fingers gliding against her scalp.
She tilts her head, drawing my attention to her neck, and the long, smooth offering is irresistible. I groan as I drop my nose to the silky skin of her throat, my eyes drifting shut as I glide my lips over her pulse. Lust surges violently through my veins when her soft moans land in my ear.
I’ve dreamed of what her moans would sound like in that sweet, raspy voice, but it’s so much better in real life.
Her panting breaths are hot against my neck as she melts in my arms. “Gav, please.”
The need burning in her voice is about to ignite a fire. It feels like at any moment, we could burst into flames from the unstoppable tension pulling us together.
And I can’t even prevent it. It’s inevitable.
She’s in my arms, and she’s begging me.
This strong, fierce woman is beggingme.
And all I can think isfinally.
“Fuck it,” I growl, bringing our mouths together in a gentle kiss.
The startling relief weakens my knees. Her lips are soft, supple, intoxicating. I glide mine back and forth over hers, savoring the little puff of air that escapes through them.
Reluctantly, I pull back to make sure she’s okay. Though this is Lena. If she wasn’t okay, I’d be on the floor with my balls kicked up to my throat. But I still have to check.
“More,” she grits out, tugging me back greedily.
A breath of laughter leaves my lungs as we kiss again, and the moment is so tender and gentle that it’s impossible for it to feel illicit.
This feels like the mostrightthing I’ve ever done.
Like after years of searching, after a lifetime of wondering where I belong, here it is.
