Gone Country (Rough Riders #14)(44)

Rielle exploded. She clamped her hands over his ears and wrapped her right leg around his shoulder, holding him in place while she came in violent waves against his mouth.


Gavin watched pleasure overtake her. It was one of the hottest experiences of his life.


When she finally went limp, he released his hold. He nipped the inside of her thigh, earning a sharp, surprised yip from her. Although his cock was smashed against his belly and constricted by his jeans, he took a second to burn the image into his brain. Beautiful, sated woman sprawled in front of him, bared to him fully, breathing hard and peering at him from beneath lowered lashes. He unhooked her leg from his seat, kissed the outside of her ankle and swiveled her around to face forward.


He did the same. Then he smiled at her as she just sat there, unmoving, sort of stunned. “You getting dressed?”


“Oh. Right. Although, I’m pretty sure I won’t be wearing these clothes long when we get home.”


“That’d be a sure bet.”


Chapter Sixteen


Gavin kept hold of Rielle’s hand on the drive home. Stroking his thumb on the inside of her wrist. Moving his palm up and down to rub the tips of his fingers between the webbing of hers. Then he brought her knuckles to his mouth. Kissing and nipping, drawing the backside of her hand across his goatee.


Rielle broke their handhold and twisted in her seat, rising on her knees. Leaning over the console, she placed her lips on his ear and said, “You always smell good.”


“If you keep that up I’ll wreck the car.”


“No, you’d wreck if I put my hand on your crotch. You can handle this, Gavin.” She rubbed the side of her face over his. Her mouth would randomly connect with his cheek, the spot below his earlobe, the shell of his ear, his temple, above his eyebrow.


The sweet nuzzles and soft kisses fired his blood. It was damn hard not to close his eyes and just enjoy her attention.


Finally the turnoff was within view. “Rielle, honey, sit. I don’t want you to go flying when I take the corner on two wheels.”


“In a hurry?” she purred in his ear.


“Like you wouldn’t believe.”


She laughed and the soft, seductive sound burned a path through his ear canal straight to his dick. “Me too.”


Gavin parked in his usual spot. They both scrambled out and met in front of the car. His mouth crashed down, her arms circled his neck and he was lost to the kiss. He’d thought passionate soul kissing was for teens and youngsters, so clearly he’d never experienced that overpowering rush of need to have her lips on his. To feel her tongue stroking and sucking, mouths open to give and receive.


He’d intended to clamp his hands on her ass and drag her closer to his body, but instead, he slipped his arm behind her knees and cradled her against his chest.



Rielle gasped. “Gavin.”


He started up the steps, but kept his heated gaze on her face. “Might be over the top to carry you up the stairs to my bed. But I owe you a little romance for the way I f*cked up our first time. So indulge me.”


Her beautiful green eyes softened and she brushed a kiss on his neck.


He opened the front door and cut down the hallway to the staircase. Sustaining a kiss was difficult as he scaled the stairs, so he filled his lungs with her honeysuckle scent. Tightening his hold on her until he had her in his bedroom.


She laughed when he kicked the door shut.


Gavin set her on her feet at the end of his bed. Then he indulged in a long, deep, slow kiss and by the time they broke apart, they were both breathing hard and he saw the pulse point in her neck pounding as rapidly as his heart.


“Stay right here for a second.” He locked the door, turned on the lamps for ambient lighting and rolled the comforter to the foot of the bed.


She watched as he took four condoms out of the package and set the strip on the nightstand.


Then he was standing in front of her again. Gavin couldn’t think of any pretty words as his fingers started with the top button of her blouse. Her gaze remained on his face but he didn’t look into her eyes until her shirt hung open. He kissed her and pushed the soft fabric off and it fluttered to the floor.


He was used to seeing her in a camisole or tank top, so the lacy bra that matched her sexy underwear was a bonus. His finger traced the plumped curve from the top of her bra down to the deep valley of her cleavage, and back up the other side. He planted a kiss on her right breast.


A shiver worked through her.


He murmured, “Take off your jeans, Rielle,” as he nuzzled the abundant flesh.


She peeled them away.


“Now your bra.”


Her face flushed and she tipped her head forward as her hands circled around to jerk on the clasp. Once the straps and cups loosened, he put his fingers under her chin and looked into her eyes.


“I got this part.”


Rielle smiled shyly.


Gavin hooked his fingers inside the bra cups and pulled. The straps slid down her arms and the bra dropped to the floor. Her breasts were full, round, with dark rose-colored nipples. Just for a second, he forgot to breathe. “God. You’re gorgeous.” Then his hands squeezed as he buried his face in all that perfect white flesh.