The Bromance Book Club (Bromance Book Club, #1)(78)

He stumbled toward the bed and lowered her to the mattress. His hands whipped off his shirt and fumbled with the zipper of his pants, which were already about to burst. Thea shimmied out of her thong, leaving her bare but for those shoes.

Gavin groaned and fell to his knees at the edge of the bed. Time to put the book lessons to good use.

“Gavin, what are you doing” Thea whispered. “I want you.”

“Let me love you like this first,” he said, thanking God that Lord Sex Machine knew the right things to say.

Gavin slid his hands under her ass and leaned forward until his lips touched the seam of her desire. “Oh my God,” Thea panted, her fingers fisting the comforter.

Gavin blew on her heated skin and was rewarded with another gasp, another arch of her back. When he parted her with his tongue, her guttural groan nearly made him explode right there.

He licked until she squirmed, alternating between gentle flicks of his tongue and sucking on her swollen nub. Her moans made him wild, but he pulled back to let her breathe. Something he learned from Lord Happy Tongue. Let her adjust to the sensations before going deeper. Use words, not just body.

He blew gently on her heated skin again. “I love the w-way you taste,” he said, licking slowly up and down.

He’d never thought to tell her that before until the book. She reacted as he hoped. She hooked a leg over his shoulder. “You do?” she whimpered.

“I could kiss you and feast on you all day, Thea,” he growled.

Her hips lifted, seeking his mouth again. This time when he lowered his lips to her clit, he worked two fingers inside her. Pumped them in and out in time with his tongue.

Thea bucked. Her hips pumped against his face. Her hands were in his hair.

He increased the pace to match hers.

Her thighs began to tremble.

Her moans became whimpers.

Her pleasure built until she was writhing. Writhing. And it was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen. A wave of tenderness washed over him as potent as the lust surging through his veins. She was his wife. The love of his life. And for three years, he had failed to make her feel this way. To make her feel safe enough to be open to feeling this way. He had failed her so many ways, so many times. He wasn’t failing her again.

“Gav . . .” She couldn’t say his name. She was so close.

“Yes. Yes, oh, God.”

Her fingers dug into his scalp, and she wrenched her head back with a cry. Her body shook. Her intimate muscles clenched and pulsed around his fingers. Her hips lifted into his face for one last grind against his mouth.

And then she went limp. Her throat cry faded into a soft grunt, another whimper, another oh, God.

Holy shit. He’d done it.

He’d made his wife come.

Holy shit.

She came.

From Gavin’s hands and mouth alone. Thea’s legs went lax on his shoulders as she came back to her senses. “Gavin,” she whispered.

He kissed a path up her stomach. “Talk to me,” he said, voice shaking.

“I want you inside me.”

He didn’t bother shedding the rest of his clothes. Gavin shoved his pants and briefs down and leaned over her. The urgent press of his erection against her still-throbbing vagina sent her hips off the bed in search of the pleasure again.

“Tell me what you want,” he said. “Say the w-words. Say exactly wh-what you want me to do to you.”

“I want you inside me,” she said again.

“Tell me more,” he panted, pressing just the tip of himself inside her.

She lifted her mouth to his ear. “I want you to make me come again.”

Gavin thrust inside her. Fully. Deeply. He buried his erection inside her body, sending a cry of bliss from her mouth.

Thea wrapped her legs around his waist. “I want you fuck me, Gavin,” she groaned, and holy shit, that was the hottest fucking thing his wife had ever said.

She clung to him. “I want you hard and fast.”

He obeyed. He rose on his elbows and set a pace that made her forget how to speak after that. His biceps bulged and strained on either side of her head. Sweat dripped from his body to hers.

She came so suddenly that he wasn’t prepared for it, could do nothing but hold still as she dug her fingernails into his back, until he could hold on no longer and he followed her over the cliff, thrusting one last time with a shudder, a grunt, and the hoarse whisper of her name.

Her muscles turned to noodles, and she went limp beneath him, her hands slipping from his sweat-slicked back to the comforter beneath them. Gavin fell heavy on top of her, every last ounce of strength in his body vacated with his release. Twice. He’d made his wife come twice. He could win the World Series five times in a row, and it wouldn’t feel as good as that.

“Gavin,” she said, turning to press her lips to the side of his head. “Guess what?”

He mumbled a response, his face pressed to the bed.

“I didn’t fake it.”

Gavin lifted his face and kissed her. “Guess what?” he murmured when he pulled away.

“Mmm?”

“Neither did I.”



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Thea laughed. Gavin rolled over on the bed and pulled her with him until her naked body lay draped across his bare chest. He wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her secure and then curled the other up around her head, holding her there, cradling her.