Collide (Collide, #1)(94)

He held his finger up, signaling her another minute—but she didn’t want to wait. No. Instead, she found herself slowly sliding the sweatpants off her body, her gaze intent on his.

Today, she was the huntress…and Gavin was her prey.

She watched him swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing, as he leaned back in his leather chair, crossing his arms. His smile widened further. He kept his voice cool and monotone—continuing his conversation as if unaffected by her striptease—but his physical reaction rising up through his sweatpants told another story.

Positioning herself directly in front of him, she planted her foot on his chair between his legs. A salacious grin tipped the corners of his mouth as she leveraged herself, slow like a snake, slithering her body on top of his desk. With his head at even height with her stomach, he rolled forward in his seat, his hands gripping her waist as he looked up to her. Sucking in his bottom lip, he smirked and shook his head as if warning her of the wonderful things to come.

“Colton, it’s not a good move,” he said. Then he paused a moment and listened, his eyes never leaving Emily. A wave of heat coursed through her body as his hands gripped tighter around her waist while the pads of his thumbs stroked slow circles against her sensitive stomach.

She showed no mercy in her actions either as she teasingly pulled her sweatshirt off, her bare foot gently sliding against his crotch.

The come-hither look in her eyes nearly sank Gavin right there.

If Emily wasn’t mistaken, a light groan rumbled in the back of his throat, and she swore that it was the most erotic sound she’d ever heard. Her awareness of him was quickly becoming physically painful as the flesh between her legs tightened viciously. With that, she tipped her head back and seductively ran her hands over the black lace of her bra, kneading her fingers against her breasts, in hopes of shortening his conversation.

“Right, I understand, but that account is months away from going live, so it’s not something I’m worried about right now,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “Look, I have to go. I’ll talk to you about this later,” he finished, yanking off the earpiece and tossing it on his desk.

Bingo…

He went to pull off his glasses, but Emily caught him by the wrist, stilling his movements. “No, keep them on,” she rasped, her gaze sweeping over his face. “You look sexy in them.”

Wearing a boyish grin, he tilted his head to the side and studied her. “I look sexy in glasses?” he asked, his hands spreading her thighs wide open.

Nodding, she let out a breath as her palms slid against the cool surface of the desk.

“Mmm, I don’t know about that,” he remarked, his voice low. He eased her panties to the side and slipped one finger inside her. He pulled it out, licked her juices from it, and then gently pushed two back in.

“Gavin, yes…please don’t stop,” she moaned, her back bowing under his assault as her hips circled shamelessly against his thrusting fingers. While the fingers of his one hand worked inside her, the other tore and snapped the panties away from her body.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he hissed through gritted teeth as he quickly rose from his chair. With his free hand, he swiftly shed his clothing while his other continued to push in and out of her. His rhythm was steady and unhurried as his thumb circled her sensitized clit. Emily’s sex rippled eagerly around his stroking fingers, her grip white-knuckling the sides of the desk. “I do this to you, Emily. I make your body get like this.”

A moan left her lips, and she reached for his dick, sliding her hand up its length from root to tip. She helped him guide it through her saturated folds, and when he was finally snug inside her, she sucked in as he deliciously stretched her out. After lifting his shirt off over his head, she unhooked her bra and tossed it to the side.

“Ah, Christ, you’re so f*cking tight,” he bit out, his blazing blue eyes intense as he watched her. “I love the way you feel around me.”

With his hands fisting her waist, Gavin’s head fell back, letting out a deep guttural groan. His pace was fast and hard—and Emily loved it. Her face flushed, her skin misted with sweat, and her body shook as he pounded into her, driving the message home repeatedly. Holding onto his neck, she pulled him down to kiss him, but he resisted.

“What are you doing?” she asked, panting as he thrust inside her again—this time slower but with more force. “I want to kiss you, Gavin.”

Pulling himself out a fraction of the way, he stared at her, his mouth curving wickedly. “I know, but I’m not letting you kiss me.”

With her nails digging into his shoulders, she leaned forward again in an attempt to catch his mouth, but he steadied her, his hand cupping the curve of her neck. He brushed his thumb over her lips as he pushed deeper, and she gasped, arching her back. Her body felt like it was about to combust into flames.

“Why won’t you let me kiss you?” she breathed out. Ripping his glasses from his face, she flung them to the side as waves of screaming pleasure tore through her.

He smirked, and with another slow, rough thrust, he groaned. “I want to see your beautiful face the entire time. See what you look like when I’m inside you—when you come for me.” He jerked his hips forward, harder, and deeper as his hands gripped the sides of her thighs. Her folds sheathed every stiff inch of him, her body shaking and clenching around his. “You’re going to let me watch you come, Emily.”