She nodded.
He pulled the purse from her grip and set it aside.
Gentle, like he was worried she might bolt or start talking about her hair again.
That’s when he kissed the sheet right off of her.
For real. His mouth met hers and his hands found the top of the sheet and he pulled it clean away. Without breaking the kiss—and still using his tongue—he lifted her to stand with him. Lips to hers, body molded to body, she didn’t particularly care what her hair looked like anymore. His arm swooped under her knees, and she was lifted against the broad muscles of his chest. Yes, she nuzzled her face against the cords of his neck. No, she wasn’t even a little ashamed about it.
He laid her on the bed, rearranging the pillows, apparently for her comfort.
“You’re pushing me,” she whispered.
“Too hard?” he asked through kisses along her neckline, down over her collarbone, to the edge of her breast.
“No,” she admitted.
“So it’s working?” he asked.
His mouth found her nipple and licked a lazy circle there.
“Yes,” she said with a gasp. She wasn’t really sure if she was saying yes to the tongue thing or to the working question.
“Do you like it?” He moved his mouth to her other breast, languishing a long kiss there.
Her hands seemed to find his head all on their own, holding him in place. Her fingertips inched through the thick hair there. She groaned. “Also, yes.”
“Do you want to argue about it?” He spoke directly to her breast, blowing a stream of hot air from his mouth to
her skin to create an oddly warm yet cool sensation that she could really get on board with.
“Uh-huh,” she said.
“Go on, then.” The words were said against her skin as he made his way down her ribs, kissing and licking as he went. Pausing only briefly at her belly button before continuing lower to her hip.
“Sorry, what?” she asked. What exactly were they talking about?
“You keep arguing. I’ll keep doing my thing. We’ll meet in the middle.”
Oh, well, his thing was presently spreading her thighs apart so he could appreciate more fully her commitment to regular waxing appointments even if she wasn’t actually sexually active prior to this.
“You mean you’ll make me quiet while you—” She made a gargled sound as he tongued the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.
“Keep going, Mol. I’m listening.”
He may have been listening, but he couldn’t have been giving her words that much attention. Not with the amount of concentration he was applying between her legs.
“You can’t just go down on me every time you want me to be quiet,” she somehow managed to say, even though there were stars starting to dance between her eyes when he reached behind her, hands to her ass, pulling her more firmly against his mouth.
He did not disappoint her with the tongue and pressure and sound effects triad.
Gavin really liked what he was doing. She could be on board with a guy who enjoyed doing this to her.
He made a curlicue with his tongue.
Oh, sweet baby Jesus, yes she could be on board with this.
And that’s when he stopped.
