Collide (Collide #1)(133)

"Such a wiseass," she laughed.

Shaking her head, she started to open it, only to see movement in her peripheral vision. Lifting her gaze to its source, she was rewarded by the sight of Gavin coming out of the bathroom - a white cotton towel wrapped around his waist. Swallowing hard, Emily clutched the blankets around her chest and slid back against the headboard. Running his hand over his dampened hair, Gavin smiled at her from across the bedroom, his tendons rippling in his abdomen as he stretched. Sheepishly smiling back, Emily took in the sight before her. He was magnificent to say the least. She couldn't help but let her eyes roam over him; it was simply impossible not to. He was beauteous, not just his amazing stature but also his face. That strong angular jaw that complemented his high cheekbones, and the light stubble on his chin only added to his masculinity - and further added to her quickened breath.

And. God. Bless. That. Tattoo.

"You found your gift," he said, smiling.

Emily cocked a brow and smirked. "Well, I found a gift for Molly. But yes, I found a gift."

Chuckling, he padded over to the bed and took a seat next to her. "If I recall correctly, you're the one who said I'd never let you live that one down, so I'm just holding up my end of the bargain." Shaking her head, she playfully smacked his arm. He laughed and slowly tucked her hair behind her ear. "Mmm, I knew you woke up pretty."

Biting her lip, noticeably embarrassed, she averted her gaze away from his.

Mesmerized by the look in her eyes, Gavin felt captivated by the fact that she clearly didn't realize how beautiful she was. Her lips, the hue of a deep ruddy wine, alluring green eyes, and the subtle curves of her body - all tantalized his senses. Staring at her, his heart beat as her devotee while his eyes mapped out every inch of her face. It wasn't just her physical beauty. It was everything about her, right down to the smell of her flesh - the things he would do just to obtain her scent. She brought him warmth the entire night like an autumn's day sweater, and there wasn't anything he wasn't willing to sacrifice in order to keep her for himself. His long drawn-out thoughts and daydreams of this very moment - when he would share with her his cravings and she would do the same, trusting as only lovers could - unfolded with such vibrancy as she brought her gaze back to his.

High.

Gavin felt completely f*cking high. No amount of money could buy this feeling, and he knew it.

Placing his hand under her chin, he stared into her eyes. "You look beautiful," he whispered, gently coaxing her face toward his.

Slowly, he brushed his lips over hers - gentle, passionate, and soft. Emily's fingers instantly delved into his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him groan into her mouth. They sat there making out like two teenagers on a date - both content in just that...nothing more...just kissing.

After a few minutes of reveling in the minty taste of his lips, Emily pulled back. Gavin looked at her, his eyes essentially making love to her in the process.

"What's wrong?" he asked, a boyish grin tipping the corners of his mouth.

"I, uh...need to brush my teeth," she said, tightening the blankets to her chest.

Letting out a light laugh, he reached for the unopened gift and handed it to her. He placed another luscious kiss on her lips. "You taste delicious to me, but here. Open it."

She smirked. "That's a pretty big box for a toothbrush."

He laughed and stroked his knuckles along her jaw. "It is, isn't it?"

With furrowed brows and a smile, she stared at him suspiciously.

"What?" he asked.

"When did you have time to go out and get me anything?"