Collide (Collide #1)(88)

Gavin caught her by her elbow and spun her around, placing his hands on her hips. She tried to pull away, but between his ironclad grip and the amount of alcohol running through her system, her effort was worthless.

He leaned down and looked her in the eyes. "Do you think it was easy for me to stop, Emily? You have no idea how much I want to do this with you...to touch you again," he whispered, brushing his hand across her cheek. "To taste you again." He licked his lips, savoring her lingering juices. "To finally feel you beneath me." His fingers slowly teased into her hair. "I told you...I want you more than anything but not here in this house and not while you're drunk."

A frown marred the space between her brows as she wiped a tear from her face. "Oh, the epiphany comes now, huh?" She yanked herself from his hold, wobbling toward the door again. "Go to hell, Gavin."

Still trying to assist her out of the room, Gavin scooped her up off her feet in one graceful movement, like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold.

Having no choice but to cling to his neck for support, Emily breathed out heavily. "Put me down."

"You can barely walk."

"I can walk just fine. Now put me down!"

Gavin ignored her request and pulled the door open. Upon emerging from the room, the once empty hallway now looked like a certified brothel with couples making out in every direction Gavin turned. It only sickened his stomach further, knowing that he had Emily pent up inside that room in a scene like this. He belted down the stairs with her in his arms. Although she tried to squirm out of his embrace, her efforts were futile as her head lolled backward and her eyes closed with every step he took. Not even the deafening music pulled her from her drunken stupor.

Scanning the maddening mess of intoxicated bodies, Gavin made eye contact with Trevor who had Fallon curled up in his lap on a recliner. Trevor's forehead creased when he saw Gavin with Emily. Seeming to be out of it herself, Fallon stayed rooted to the chair when Trevor stood up and walked over to Gavin.

"What's wrong with her?"

"She doesn't feel good," Gavin answered. "Go find your sister and meet me in my car."

Emily gingerly lifted her head from Gavin's shoulder. She smiled in Trevor's direction. "I feel fine, Trevor," she slurred. "But Gavin's an *."

And with that, she closed her eyes, her head plummeting back against Gavin's shoulder with her arms dangling to the side.

Trevor cocked a brow.

"Don't even ask right now," Gavin remarked. "Just do what I said."

"Well, I'm pretty sure I'm going back to Fallon's place tonight," Trevor beamed. "Go ahead, get Emily into your car, and I'll find Liv and send her out."

Gavin gave a quick nod and weaved his way through the party. A few guys whistled and cheered for him, yelling that he was going home with "a nice piece of drunken ass." Fighting back the urge to set Emily down for a brief moment and knock them all out, Gavin continued to snake his way through the throng of partiers and eventually made his way out the door.

Emily's eyes fluttered open as Gavin attempted to place her on her feet while he opened the passenger-side door. "I'm not sitting up front with you, Gavin," she slurred.

Stumbling away, she grabbed for the rear door and slid herself across the backseat. Within a split second, she was out cold.

Shaking his head, Gavin moved around the car, got in, started the engine, and pulled to the front of the house. A few minutes later, with the aid of her brother, Olivia got into the front seat.