A disbelieving laugh pulls from my chest. “Your favorite color is black.”
He stares right at me, like he’s looking deep inside my soul as he murmurs, “My favorite color is the warm caramel of your eyes.” His thumbs glide over my cheekbones as emotion clogs my throat. “I’m going to get out. You stay as long as you want.”
As he leaves the shower, my heart pounds against my chest like it wants to escape my ribs and follow after him.
How is it possible that he can balance being so hot and so soft in the span of a few minutes? He’s rocked me to my core, and as the water rains down over my naked body, I wonder if I’ll ever be the same after one night with him.
Or if he reallyisgoing to ruin me.
When I step out of the bathroom a few minutes later, with my towel wrapped around me, I find Gavin at the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees and face in his hands. A fire crackles through the room as I take him in, hunched forward like the weight of the world rests on his shoulders.
I’m not sure what’s changed in the last few minutes, but he suddenly looks like he’s rethinking everything.
Stepping in front of him, I run a hand through his thick hair. “What’s going on?”
Frown lines mar his handsome face as he stares up at me. “Are we making a mistake?”
I grab his chin firmly so I have his attention. “This is not something to feel bad about. We’re two adults making a consensual decision.” Saying the words out loud makes them ring even more true in my ears. “I don’t think this is a mistake at all, and I’m never wrong.” I shimmy my shoulders, trying to lighten the mood.
Gavin grabs my hips and pulls me between his thighs, pressing his forehead to my towel-covered stomach. A potent mixture of desire and nervousness trickles through my bloodstream as I stroke my hands through his damp hair.
God, what if he changes his mind? What if he’s about to pull away after we only got a tiny taste of each other?
“You were wrong that time I asked for a flathead screwdriver and you brought me a wrench,” he murmurs against my stomach.
“That was one time.”
“You were also wrong about the rules to Catan when you taught me how to play.” He lifts his head, a grin shining up at me. That light in his eyes is back, and relief rolls through my chest.
I shove his shoulders lightly, but he exaggerates it and falls back to the bed. The sight of him sprawled out, mine for the taking, is too tempting to pass up. “I was wrong two times, then. That’s still a pretty solid record.” I climb over him, straddling his thighs, and this view is even better. Hovering over him like this and feeling the breadth of his body between my legs is making my core pulse with need.
He covers his face with his hands and groans, “Auggie’s my best friend. How can I face him after I’ve slept with his sister?”
Pulling his hands away, I place them on my thighs. “Oh, so we’re going to sleep together?” My brows dance, and he gifts me his sexiest deadpan stare. “It’s one night, Gav. One night to get it out of our systems.” I untuck the corner of the towel by my shoulder and let it fall open. “One night to spend together however we want without worrying about anyone else. This is just for me”—I toss the towel to the floor—“and you.”
His chest heaves as he sucks in a breath, grip tightening on my legs. I watch his gaze slip down my shoulders, breasts, and stomach until it lands on the small tiger cub curled up on my hip. Warmth blooms from his touch as he brushes his fingers over it reverently.
“I can’t believe we both did this,” he whispers.
Pressing my hand against his fox, I feel his heart thumping under my palm. “Me either.”
The weight of it is more significant than I can fully process, but it somehow feels like fate played a part.
His throat shifts as he swallows, staring back at me intently. “I’ve dreamed about you like this for so long.”
“Me too,” I admit.
In one swift movement, he flips us, and my back hits the soft blanket. My heart pounds as he leans over me, his bulging thighs pressed between mine, shoving them apart.
It’s like an image stolen straight out of my deepest forbidden fantasies, and I’mlivingit.
Dark strands of hair fall across his brow as he shakes his head, his whiskey gaze trailing over my face. “I’ve also dreamed about you naked under me more than I should.” Gliding his broad hand down the side of my body, he squeezes my hip. “I’ve dreamed about tasting you.” He slides it down to my inner thigh. “Touching you.” His knuckles coast over my center in a featherlight touch. “Sinking into you.”
I whimper, and my knees widen. “Do it. All of it.”
He rewards me by sweeping a finger lightly over my clit, and my hips lift greedily toward him. “Mmm,” he sighs, his possessive gaze traveling over my body. “You’re so sensitive for me already.”
As his finger dips agonizingly slowly into my pussy, we groan in unison, and it’s the most perfect sound I’ll ever hear. We’re unraveling simultaneously, and I’ve never felt anything more incredible.
