“I do.”
“You ...do? You don’t even know the dude. Why do you care about him?”
“That’s not what I meant. I meant—”
My voice cut off as he closed the distance between us, his arms going above my head, his palms flattening on the wall, putting me in a Gavin prison.
I loved every second of it, but I wouldn’t show him that.
“I don’teverwant you to ask me about Mike again.”
I drew in some air, his face so close, every bit I took in only smelled of him. “Why?”
He exhaled several times, each one hitting me. “Because I don’t want to hear about you being interested in him.” His voice was getting deeper and louder. “I don’t want to hear about you being interested in anyone.”
“What is it that you want to hear, Gavin?”
He released the wall, his fingers going to my chin, which he lifted until my lips were aligned with his. “Your moans.”
I shook my head, a smile dragging across my lips.
He had it as bad as I did—the tingling, the throbbing, the needing.
“That’s the only fucking thing I want to hear right now.”
Wait.
Now?
I found my voice and uttered, “Now—”
His movement cut me off as he reached toward the front of the elevator, opening the small box below the display screen. Whatever he hit caused the elevator to come to a sharp stop.
“Yes. Now.” His hands cupped my face. “I can’t leave this elevator without having your taste on my lips.”
“But—”
“Are you saying you don’t want me to taste you, Emily? That the entire time you were sitting on Jordan’s couch, you weren’t fantasizing about what you wanted me to do to you. And what you know I’mcapable of.” His teeth flicked his bottom lip. “I saw you staring at me. I saw that look come across your face more than once—the one where you bite your lip and get lost in your thoughts after I tell you what I want to do to you.” I felt his fingers on my stomach. “Let’s see if I’m right.” I felt them move beneath the waist of my leggings, heard the sound of my phone falling to the floor before his hand sank between my legs. “Soaking wet. Just like I thought you’d be.”
I was caught red-handed.
But I didn’t care.
This was what he did to me, and he already knew that.
“Do you have another ‘but’ for me, Emily?”
Had I saidbut? I was so lost, I remembered nothing before my phone dropped.
“No.”
The moment the one syllable was released in my voice, he pressed his mouth to mine. His kiss was rough. Dominant. It started with his tongue, the flavor of scotch thick and perfect, and ended with a bite from his teeth. His scruff scraped my cheek, and even that made me moan.
“Do you know what you’ve been doing tomeall night?”
I drove the back of my head into the wall as he slipped a finger inside me, gasping, shaking in pleasure before I ordered, “Tell me.”
“I thought of every possible way to get you alone in that condo so I could put my mouth right here”—he tapped my clit—“and every time I came up with an idea, someone would fuck that up.”
