Collide (Collide, #1)(95)
Finding his demand excruciatingly carnal, her mind went wild for him, its ferocious desire needing to give him what he wanted. Her entire body shuddered, and within a matter of seconds, her core convulsed with rippling orgasms tearing through every cell in her body. It radiated outward until she was trembling from head to toe, mindless in her ecstasy.
As soon as she did, Gavin caught her by the nape of her neck, slamming his mouth against hers. He growled and Emily’s name tore past his lips as he licked his tongue across the side of her jaw.
Still battering into her, Emily felt his body tip over the edge, fraying. She felt his hot liquid warmth flow within her as he groaned into her neck, his body shaking with his own climax.
As the scent of sex filled the air and a seductive mixture of love and pheromones raced through every nerve ending in their bodies, Gavin picked her up from the desk and carried her into the living room. Dragging her down with him, they collapsed onto the couch. With ecstatic spasms still rushing through each of their muscles, Gavin reached for a blanket, tossed it over their naked skin, and pulled Emily against his chest.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered, kissing her forehead.
She let out a satisfied sigh and smiled at him.
They held each other close, both absorbing the aftershocks as their breathing slowed and evened out. Gavin brushed the damp tendrils of hair away from Emily’s face, his fingertips gliding across her lips and down the curve of her jaw. Arms, legs, and bodies intertwined, they both drifted off into a glorious haze of sleep, neither wanting to wake from this dream.
With the sun dipping below the horizon, the only sound in the penthouse that Gavin could hear was Emily’s shallow sleeping breath as it whispered against his bare chest. Stroking her hair from her shoulder, he was all too aware that the minutes they had left together were fading quickly. Closing his eyes, Gavin breathed her in, trying to hold onto the moment, but his thoughts were consumed with something he wasn’t used to.
Fear.
Gavin feared nothing, and now he felt overtaken by it. Though Dillon wouldn’t be back until Tuesday, Gavin knew that when he returned things could possibly change for him and Emily. Gavin had no doubt in his heart that she loved him; she’d spent the last twenty-four hours proving that. However, he couldn’t ignore that there was still a possibility she might change her mind about him once Dillon returned. Staring at her sleeping form curled against him, he kissed her forehead. Inwardly, he prayed that the woman who delivered more than she’ll ever know—who filled his empty life with her mere presence—didn’t crack under Dillon’s pleading demands.
Trying not to wake her, Gavin gingerly slid from the couch and moved to the kitchen where he pulled out a menu to order them dinner. Since he so clearly recalled their encounter in front of the sushi restaurant, he figured that it was a safe bet. After the order was placed, Gavin padded into his office to retrieve his and Emily’s discarded clothing from earlier. He got dressed, and when he returned to the living room, he found Emily awake, looking in his direction. She smiled at him and stretched out her long arms while she rose from the couch, dragging the blanket along with her. Gavin watched the woman who now owned his heart make her way toward him, his breathing spiking instantly the closer she got. With the blanket wrapped tightly around her body, Emily shoved up on her tiptoes, draped one arm over his neck, and started kissing him. Smiling, Gavin slipped his arms around her waist, holding her close as he willingly reciprocated—soaking her sweetness into his mouth, her scent into his nose, and her touch into his skin.
“It’s almost dark outside,” she said, pulling back, her eyes lazy with sleep. “I can’t believe I slept that long.”
A smart-ass smirk crossed his features. “Well, you’ve kept us very…active since last night.”
“And you partook in every moment of it, Mr. Blake,” she said matter-of-factly, laughing. “And, if I’m not mistaken, you enjoyed every second of it as well.”
“Mmm, you caught me. I enjoyed every millisecond of it to tell you the truth.” She laughed, and he brought his hand up to cup her jaw, his thumb stroking her cheek. “I just woke up myself actually,” he said, flashing his dimpled smile. “You’re hungry, right? I mean, considering we slept through breakfast and lunch, you must be.”
“I’m starved.”
“I ordered sushi. Good?”
“Perfect,” she answered, placing a kiss upon his cheek. “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go clean up and get myself dressed in the wonderful Yankees attire you’ve forced me into wearing today.”
Leaning against the counter, he chuckled and watched as she slipped into the bathroom.
“Wiseass,” she called out before closing the door.
Emily giggled to herself when she heard him laugh at her comment, but her smile soon fell once she glanced at herself in the mirror. Though her body may have been brought to extreme heights of ecstasy over the last few hours, her disheveled appearance said otherwise. With her hair matted, lips swollen from frenzied kissing, and eyes showing lack of sleep from the night before, she decided a quick shower was in order.
After finishing up, she realized she had forgotten to bring that fashionable Yankees outfit into the bathroom. Wrapping a towel around her wet body, she opened the door, only to find Gavin standing there with her clothing in his hands. He poked his head in, dangling the attire in front of her. Every time she tried to grab it from him, he’d yank his arm back, keeping it from her.