Collide (Collide, #1)(92)

And. God. Bless. That. Tattoo.

“You found your gift,” he said, smiling.

Emily cocked a brow and smirked. “Well, I found a gift for Molly. But yes, I found a gift.”

Chuckling, he padded over to the bed and took a seat next to her. “If I recall correctly, you’re the one who said I’d never let you live that one down, so I’m just holding up my end of the bargain.” Shaking her head, she playfully smacked his arm. He laughed and slowly tucked her hair behind her ear. “Mmm, I knew you woke up pretty.”

Biting her lip, noticeably embarrassed, she averted her gaze away from his.

Mesmerized by the look in her eyes, Gavin felt captivated by the fact that she clearly didn’t realize how beautiful she was. Her lips, the hue of a deep ruddy wine, alluring green eyes, and the subtle curves of her body—all tantalized his senses. Staring at her, his heart beat as her devotee while his eyes mapped out every inch of her face. It wasn’t just her physical beauty. It was everything about her, right down to the smell of her flesh—the things he would do just to obtain her scent. She brought him warmth the entire night like an autumn’s day sweater, and there wasn’t anything he wasn’t willing to sacrifice in order to keep her for himself. His long drawn-out thoughts and daydreams of this very moment—when he would share with her his cravings and she would do the same, trusting as only lovers could—unfolded with such vibrancy as she brought her gaze back to his.

High.

Gavin felt completely f*cking high. No amount of money could buy this feeling, and he knew it.

Placing his hand under her chin, he stared into her eyes. “You look beautiful,” he whispered, gently coaxing her face toward his.

Slowly, he brushed his lips over hers—gentle, passionate, and soft. Emily’s fingers instantly delved into his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him groan into her mouth. They sat there making out like two teenagers on a date—both content in just that…nothing more…just kissing.

After a few minutes of reveling in the minty taste of his lips, Emily pulled back. Gavin looked at her, his eyes essentially making love to her in the process.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, a boyish grin tipping the corners of his mouth.

“I, uh…need to brush my teeth,” she said, tightening the blankets to her chest.

Letting out a light laugh, he reached for the unopened gift and handed it to her. He placed another luscious kiss on her lips. “You taste delicious to me, but here. Open it.”

She smirked. “That’s a pretty big box for a toothbrush.”

He laughed and stroked his knuckles along her jaw. “It is, isn’t it?”

With furrowed brows and a smile, she stared at him suspiciously.

“What?” he asked.

“When did you have time to go out and get me anything?”

“Well, sleepy head, it’s not that early,” he said, motioning to a clock highlighting that it was nearly eleven in the morning. “But, to answer your question, I had my assistant run out to pick up a few things for you from a list that I gave her.”

“Ah, your assistant.”

“Yes, my assistant,” he laughed. “But I’d be willing to replace her for this stunning brunette who’s sitting in my bed right now.”

“Oh, you’d hire me as your assistant, huh?”

“Without hesitation,” he whispered, the words spoken into the crease of her neck as he grazed his teeth down her shoulder. Emily’s body nearly went lax under his touch. “Though, I’m not quite sure we’d get much work done.” Pulling back, he smiled. “Now open your gift.”

With one hand holding the blankets against her chest, Emily attempted to open the box with the other. Gavin laughed, realizing she was trying to keep her naked body covered. This he found insanely cute and sexy at the same time. Without saying a word, he smiled and helped her.

Upon opening it, she found two medium-sized boxes and one thinner box. With a huge grin on his face, Gavin opened one of the medium boxes for her, pulling out and holding up a hooded New York Yankees sweatshirt and sweatpants outfit.

“You’ve completely lost it,” she laughed, plucking it from his hands. She shook her head and tried to give him a disapproving glare, but she was inwardly approving too much at his cute gesture of attempting to turn her into a fan. “If you think I’m going out in public wearing this, you’re wrong.”

He arched a perfect brow. “Who said we’re leaving my place today?”

“Hmm, we’re not?”

“No, we’re not. I’m holding you hostage here,” he replied, his voice low, as he leaned in to kiss her. “The outfit’s purely for my own personal entertainment.”

“Sounds interesting,” she replied and kissed him back. “And what do you have planned for us today?”

Nipping at her bottom lip, he smiled. “I figured we’d order in all day.”

“Uh huh, food is a necessity,” she half moaned as he continued to ghost his mouth over hers.

“Sleep a little since we were up so late.”

“Yes, we do need to keep our strength up.” She ran her hand across the back of his neck.

Still kissing her, he lifted her other arm around his neck, the blanket falling from her chest. “Curl up on my couch and watch scary movies.”