Gone Country (Rough Riders #14)(46)

“Nothing. It’s perfect. Being with you, is amazing. I just want to take my time.”


“You don’t have to do that on my account, Gavin.” She whispered a kiss across his lips. “Move faster, harder, whatever you want. I’m right here with you.”


“You sure?”


“Yes.”


Gavin ramped up the pace. Rising into a pushup position to drive into her tight cunt harder. Faster.


She clung to him, frantically kissing his neck, undulating and arching beneath him with every snap of his hips.


Then he had that short warning tingle down his spine. He switched to short, quick jabs.


He groaned when his balls pulled up. His head fell back as his dick spasmed; each hot pulse shook him with a full body shudder. His hands curled into the sheet and he groaned again, longer, louder as the climax reached the apex. White and black spots danced behind his eyelids and a dull roar filled his head.


Yeah, that made up for the quickie on the balcony.


He looked down at her.


No smile. A somber face.


“Ree? Honey, what is it?” Had he hurt her somehow?


She lifted up to kiss him fiercely.


Gavin nuzzled her ear. “You okay?”


She shook her head.


His stomach dropped.


Then she buried her face in his neck and he realized she was crying.


Chapter Seventeen


Embarrassed, Rielle tried to roll away from Gavin—wishing she could crawl under the bed—but he wouldn’t allow it. He tucked her against his body, acting as if it were perfectly natural for a woman basking in the glow of two outstanding orgasms to be teary-eyed.


He didn’t push her to talk; he just held her.


Once she regained control, she got brave enough to lift her head. “Thank you. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. Well, except for the other night out on the balcony.”


“Really?”


She could hear the smile in his voice. “Really.”


“So why the tears?”


“Because I feel like a freak.” She expected he’d force her to look at him after that statement, but he didn’t. “I’ve spent my life as a single mother, Gavin. I don’t have the sexual history most women do.”


“Why on earth would you think that’d be a problem for me?”


“Because it’s always been a problem for me,” she said softly.


Then he did tip her chin up to study her face.


“The tears caught me by surprise. I’m so not a crier. But being with you…I got this rush of happiness, followed immediately by fear.”


“We should’ve talked about this before. But the instant I put my hands on you, I lose any coherent train of thought.” Gavin’s fingers traced the line of her spine and he smoothed his palm over her buttocks. “See? I already forgot what we were talking about.”



“Me being practically a forty-year-old virgin.”


“Hey. No more thinking you’re a freak. You’re perfect, Ree. And I’m not exactly such a…” He snapped his mouth shut.


“Not exactly such a what?”


“Never mind.” Gavin got up and ditched the condom. Then he took her in his arms again. “This is a clean slate for both of us. Nothing we did or didn’t do before matters.” His eyes glowed with pure male intent. “So if there’s a position you’re dying to try, or some fantasy you have, feel free to share and we’ll act it out in explicit detail.”


“This feels like a fantasy, lying in bed with you after we had awesome sex.” She fought a blush at confessing, “I’ve been thinking of quite a few things I’d like to try with you.” She brushed her mouth over the smooth section of flesh above his nipple. “And you promised me four times tonight, remember?”


“You said you wanted me to f*ck you four times. I never agreed because I don’t promise what I can’t deliver.”


She loved it when the smooth businessman veneer slipped, revealing his raw masculinity. “I like it when you say crude sex things.”


Gavin flashed his teeth. “So noted.”


Rielle rolled and straddled his groin, sitting on top of him. She placed her hands by his head, leaning over him. “Know what else I like?”


“Please tell me it’s giving blowjobs.”


She threw her head back and laughed.


“You don’t do that enough.”


“What? Give blowjobs?”


“No, smartass. Laugh. I love to hear you laugh.” He dragged his finger from the tip of her chin down between her cleavage.


“I laugh more with you than anyone else.”


“Also good to know.” Gavin traced a circle around her nipple until it drew into a rigid point. “Now you were about to tell me something else you liked.”


“Kissing you. I get a little dizzy when you kiss me. I feel like a teenager saying that, but it’s true.”


He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and kissed her. After he thoroughly ravished her mouth, he murmured, “Dizzy yet?”