Leaving Amarillo(62)

“I know, baby. We’ll get there. I promise.” He kisses each of my hip bones before dropping his hands to my inner thighs and easing them apart.

I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t grab on to a single substantial thought.

“Just your scent is making me insane. I want to beat on my chest, open the window, and tell every motherf*cker in hearing distance that this is mine. That you’re mine.”

“Yes, yours,” I pant.

His head dips lower, his tongue parting my swollen folds, and I scream. Actually scream. I hear it in my ears as if it came from someone else.

“Why do you have to taste so f*cking good? I’m ruined. Damn it.” His fingers squeeze my thighs tightly. “Your scent is driving me out of my f*cking mind.”

I want to answer him, say something as hot as the words falling from his lips, but I can’t. I try and it comes out a garbled moan. I tear at the bedsheets when he sinks a finger inside me and tongues my throbbing center.

“Gavin. Oh God.”

His tongue swirls around my pulsating bundle of nerves and a slew of incomprehensible words fly out of my mouth. I don’t know how my body is remaining on the bed—feels like it should be well on its way to outer space. Pleasure spirals out of control, wrapping its powerful tendrils around me and tearing me in two.

“Say it again. I want to hear it when you come for me.”

“W-what?”

His tongue laps up my wetness just before he suckles my clit between his lips and it’s too much. My legs try to close, their pathetic attempt at escaping the mind-blowing pleasure overloading my senses.

“My name. I want to hear my name in that sexy f*cking mouth of yours. Say it, baby.” He attempts to add another finger but my insides clench shut, trapping one and denying the other. He pulls out and drags them slowly through my slick heat before trying again.

“Gavin,” I bite out as he forces his fingers inside. “Oh my God. Oh God. Please.”

“Fuck me, you’re so damn tight. Open for me, sweetness.”

I’m trying. God, I’m trying.

I don’t even know what I’m begging for, but he seems to. His fingers plunge in and out rhythmically while he tongue-kisses my clit.

I feel the pressure build, feel it breaking through the dam and spilling over, drowning me, submerging us both, as I climb higher and higher into ecstasy.

Gavin curls a finger inside me, his mouth devouring me like a starving man, and I’m gone. Engulfed in flames and held under to burn slowly to death. Black and red and blue turn to blinding white as I’m flung over the edge into oblivion.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

I do, good Lord, I do. I writhe and twist and moan as the pleasure overtakes me. For what feels like endless hours.

“Damn it to hell and back, your tight little * is going to break my dick off when you come with me inside you.” Gavin’s words yank me back to the present as he pulls his fingers out and licks them, sucks them actually, into his mouth, smiling as if they taste like manna from heaven. I could probably come again right this instant at that sight alone.

There was more? More than this? I was going to have more of this? It seemed too good to be true, like an intense fever dream I could only have once.

The questions must be evident on my face because when Gavin lifts his eyes to mine, he grins. “Oh, my sweet little Bluebird. Did you think we were done?” His voice is gleefully sympathetic. “That was just to take the edge off, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.”

He leans down and rains passion-filled kisses down on my mouth. I taste myself and a quiver breaks through at the obscene amount of pleasure I take in our intimacy.

Gavin has tasted me. I have tasted me on Gavin. No matter what happens, we will always have this. I will treasure it the way I knew that I would. The night I held fire.





Chapter 22


“I’M NOT GOING TO LIE TO YOU. EVEN AS WET AS YOU ARE RIGHT now, it’s going to hurt at first. You’re tight as hell.” Gavin leans over and reaches for his pants, extracting a square-shaped foil packet. I watch his fingers as they open it and roll the latex deftly over his length.

“I’m on the pill,” I say quietly. “And, um, I don’t have any diseases or anything.”

He nods. “We’ve been on the road together, baby. I know you’re on the pill. And I get tested and always use protection. But I’ve known guys who’ve ended up daddies swearing the girl never missed a dose. It happens. Nothing is fail-safe. I want to be careful with you, baby.” His fingers stroke my face and my eyes fall shut momentarily. “Do you even know how precious you are to me?”

The urge to cry hits me unexpectedly. I blink the tears back and stare up at him. I want to tell him that I love him—that I’m in love with him and always have been. But I know he doesn’t want to hear those professions right now so I just nod and keep my mouth clamped shut until the urge passes and I can speak coherently.

“Show me, then. Show me how precious I am to you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says with a wink, dragging his hard length through the center of me.

My back arches off the bed, bowing toward him as he lowers onto me. A satisfied whimper escapes and he catches it with his mouth.

“I wish I could’ve taken you someplace nicer than this. You deserve so much better than this.”