The Bromance Book Club (Bromance Book Club, #1)(79)

His stomach rumbled. Thea ran her fingers down his abdomen. “Hungry?”

“Always,” he said.

“You want room service?”

“Are you on the menu?”

Thea laughed again. “I’ll get the menu.”

His arms tightened around her. “I’ll get it. You stay in bed and do not take those shoes off.”

“Oh, you like the shoes?”

He rolled them again in one strong move until she was once again beneath his body. He peeled himself off her with a line of kisses down her throat, her chest—stopping to pluck at each nipple with his lips—and farther still to her belly button.

Then he stood with a groan. “Be right back.”

After he left, Thea rose and dug into her bag for his jersey. She pulled it on over her naked body and—

“Jesus Christ, are you trying to kill me?”

She bit her lip and turned around. “You like this?”

“Better than any lingerie on the planet.”

She tugged at the hem of the shirt. “Really?”

“You want to see what’s happening in my pants right now?”

“Yes,” she said, breathless as an erotic thrill shot through her. Where had this confident, dirty-talking man come from?

Gavin dropped the menu and stalked to where she stood. Grabbing her hand, he tugged and settled it over the growing bulge.

“I d-didn’t even know it was humanly possible to get hard again this fast, Thea.”

She licked her lips. “Then we definitely shouldn’t waste it.”

“Definitely not.” He hooked an arm around her waist, dragged her backward toward the bed, and freed his erection.

He sat, pulling her with him until she straddled his lap. With a single thrust, he was inside her again. At the intense pleasure, something took hold of them both, something primal, fierce, unrestrained. Thea burned with a fire she’d never felt before.

His hands slid down to palm her butt cheeks, squeezing and kneading and holding them steady as she used her knees on the bed to lift and lower in an erotic rhythm. She gripped his shoulders, dug her fingers into his skin, and rocked against the hard length of him. His thick, calloused fingers brushed the underside of her breasts and then higher still until her pebbled nipples strained beneath his hurried exploration.

When she looked down, her hands on his shoulders, he met her gaze with a hungry, possessive fire.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped. Then he tore open her jersey, sending buttons flying, and leaned forward. He took one hard nipple into his mouth. Thea let out a cry and tilted her head back, her hands threading in his hair to hold him there. He lavished each breast with attention, sucking and licking until the pressure between her thighs became unbearable.

Thea lowered back down on his erection. He wrapped his arms around her and they clung to each other, moving and groaning. Thea widened her legs to go deeper, to thrust against the hard walls of his stomach.

The deep, guttural sounds he made filled her with an erotic satisfaction that she never knew she possessed.

“Fuck, Thea,” he groaned, grinding against her. His hands dug into her ass. And then he spanked her.

Holy shit.

Thea froze and looked down at him. “Did you just spank me?”

“Uh, did, um, did you like it?”

“I think so. Maybe, maybe you should do it again to be sure.”

Gavin said something that sounded like holy muddy-mottled wagtail, which was weird, but she would have to figure it out later, because his hand spanked her again.

“Oh, God, yes.” He did it again. “Yes, I like it.”

Her body exploded in color and sensation, and as she rode it out, he joined her until he fell back against the bed with a surprised look on his face.

She laughed as she gazed down at him. “I’ve come three times, and you haven’t even taken your pants off.”

“Honey,” he panted. “We’re just getting started. I have three years to make up for.”





CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR




He made up for it.

Once more in bed.

Once on the floor in the outer room after finally ordering room service.

At three o’clock, when she woke up from an exhausted slumber to the feel of his hands on her breasts.

At six o’clock, when she woke him with her hand on his morning surprise.

After that one, they slept like the dead.

When she woke up next, she found him staring at her from his pillow, a tender look in his eyes and a sweet smile on his lips. He reached over and brushed the hair from her face. “Morning,” he whispered.

“Hi.” She yawned. “What time is it?”

“A little after ten.”

She mmm’d in disappointment. “We have to check out soon.”

“I know.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I was thinking that maybe after we pick up the girls, we could stop and get our Christmas tree.”

“We could decorate and make hot cocoa.”

“Let the girls watch a movie.”

She kissed him softly. His forehead rested on hers. “I’m afraid to leave this bed.”

Warmth spread through her chest. She hated to leave this bed too, but she looked forward to what came next. “Our bed at home is better.”