I chuckled.
“I’m not kidding, Gavin. That was hotter than hot.”
I needed a second—to collect it all, to get my body and thoughts straight. “Sounds like you want to see it again ...”
She nodded. “Again and again and again.”
Chapter Five
Emily
In Gavin’s en suite, I finished getting dressed and putting myself together, and I walked into his bedroom, expecting to find him in there. But it was empty, the room exactly the way I had left it a few minutes ago—the comforter, a ball of mess in the center of the bed, the sheets pulled up from each corner, the smell of sex thick in the air.
We’d done damage.
And God, I loved it.
But given that it was past four in the morning and I couldn’t be here when Ben woke up, it was time to go home.
I made my way out of his bedroom, and as soon as I went into the kitchen, I swore I got wet again. He was standing at the island in the sweatpants he’d been wearing earlier, and no shirt, facing away from me, the muscles in his back tight and flexed as he did something on his phone.
After five orgasms, getting wet was something I didn’t think was possible. Tonight gavesatiateda whole new meaning. But Gavin’s presence had the power to make everything tingle, even the spots that were beyond sore.
“Hi.” I halted several feet behind him, my stare leaving his back to admire all the other parts I’d gripped and straddled and dug my nails into.
He turned around, a smile growing across his features as he took me in. “There isn’t a spot on your body that hasn’t been fucked tonight—I’m pretty sure I covered every inch of you with my tongue. Yet you look like you’re ready to go out.”
I laughed. “Yes to the fucking, you definitely gave me plenty of that. But no to the going out. The only place I’m going is home for a nap before I need to head to work.” I touched my hair, the long strands weaved into a messy bun after the two showers we’d ended up taking together.
“What time do you have to be at the rehab center?”
I looked at the clock on the microwave and sighed. “Eight.”
“Ouch. That’s going to be rough.”
I slowly nodded. “But worth it.” I reached into the pocket of my scrubs, my phone miraculously still in there. “I’m going to order an Uber so I can—”
“Your ride is already waiting for you downstairs.”
I glanced up from the screen. “You ordered me an Uber?”
“My personal driver is going to take you home.” He crossed his arms over his delicious chest.
“You have your own driver?” I didn’t know why I asked that, it wasn’t relevant. I also shouldn’t be surprised he had a driver. “Anyway, you didn’t have to do that.”
“Did you think I was going to let you get in some stranger’s car? At this hour? Fuck no. If Ben wasn’t asleep, I’d take you home myself. Since I can’t, this is the next best thing.” He came over to me, his hands surrounding my face as he stood in front of me.
His height wasn’t new to me, nor was his build—I was well acquainted with both after spending hours connected to him. But they were strangely taking me by surprise.
“I had a really good time tonight, Emily.”
I touched his sides, my fingers slipping toward his abs, immediately regretting the move because, once again, I was lost and swoony and on the verge of wanting him to bend me over the kitchen island.
“Same.”
“I hope you’re able to get some sleep before work.” His mouth was getting closer to mine.
This was the awkward “after” phase. When I was on borrowed time, the possibility of Ben coming down at any second combined with the realization that I wouldn’t be seeing Gavin again, at least not in the way I’d experienced here. He was trying to be cordial. He was a nice guy, but ultimately, this was just sex for him. There were no feelings involved. I’d satisfied his needs, nothing else. And when I’d agreed to tonight, his purpose was solely for my needs.
