Gone Country (Rough Riders #14)(94)

“Do you know why I’m upset?”


Do not say because I didn’t drop everything and f*ck you.


Luckily, she jumped right in and answered. “You are so smooth. Seducing me with words. You’ve got all the hot sex moves and you know a hundred ways to turn me inside out. You intimidate me sometimes, Gavin.”


That brought him up short. “I intimidate you…sexually?”


Rielle blushed but she didn’t look away. “Yes. You know I don’t have—didn’t have—much experience before we got together.”


“Why would you think I did?”


“Because you’re amazing in bed!”


Gavin felt cocky even when he wanted to laugh. Time to come clean. From the bottom drawer of his armoire he took out the four books he’d hidden. “You have no idea how happy it makes me that you think I’m amazing in bed. Despite what you think, that’s not because I have some type of…McKay sexual history.”


“You don’t?”


“No. I knew from the first time I kissed you we’d end up in bed. And I wanted to make it good for you, Ree. I wanted you to think I was amazing in bed and I might be the same kind of sex stud my brothers and cousins are rumored to be.” Gavin tossed the four how-to sex books on the bed. “So I bought these. I read them cover to cover and hoped like hell I could remember anything when I finally got you naked with me.”


Rielle stared at the books, frowned and looked at him. “I don’t understand.”


Gavin blushed. “I had to read up on how to be a good lover. Because before you? I didn’t have a clue.”


“Did these books help?”


“Some. But being with you…my instincts took over. Your body, your eyes, every sexy little moan you made taught me what I needed to do to be the lover you want. The lover you deserve. The lover I’ve always wanted to be, but I’ve only ever been with you.”


Silence.


Way to throw it all out there, loser.


“Oh my God, Gavin Daniels, I love you.”


He froze. “For real?”


She nodded.


“Because I wasn’t some macho stud in bed before I met you?”


She nodded again.


That made no sense…and yet perfect sense because this was Rielle. “You are one weird-ass woman, but I’ll take it.” Grinning, he said, “So…you love me, huh?”


“Yes. Even though you are a pain in the ass sports fanatic. Who ignores a naked woman for football.”


“I’m here now, aren’t I?” He kissed her. “And just so we’re clear. I’m in love with you too.”


He stripped, ripped away the covers completely and crawled on top of her.


“Gavin. Don’t you want to—”


“Nope.” He smoothed his hands up the insides of her bare thighs. “Goddamn. I’m already hard. You—” his mouth meandered down her throat, “—have cast a spell on me.”


“Same.” She groaned. “Yes, put your mouth right there.”


“You do like that,” he murmured, teasing the spot with his teeth and tongue.


“I love that.” Rielle moaned again. “It’s another one of those hot spots I wasn’t even aware I had.”


Gavin mouthed the tip of her breast through the thin fabric of her nightgown.


Rielle hissed and arched back, thrusting more of her breast into his hot mouth.


He sucked her nipple through the sheer fabric. Then switched sides, lost in the way she clung to him and how much he loved having her nails digging into his back.


But he wanted her naked.


“Lift up so I can take this off.”


She kissed him with sweet fire. Then she pushed him away with a smirk.


“What?”


“Go watch your game.”


“What? Now?”


“Yes, now.”


“But…” I’m as hard as a f*cking two by four.


“I know you wanna watch it. And from now on, I won’t seduce you on game day, at least until the game is over.”


He grinned. “Rielle Wetzler, you are the perfect woman.”


“You know it.”


Gavin slipped on his sweat pants. “You really don’t mind?”


“I’ll be right here, waiting. I’ve got some good reading material. Who knows what new things I’ll learn when I’m flipping through your sex books?”


Chapter Twenty-Eight


Late January…


Freedom could be spelled one way: C-A-R.


God. Her life had gotten so much better in the last month since she could drive.


No more begging rides.


No more sitting around doing nothing.


No more waiting for Marin to toss her a few scraps of friendship. She made her own fun and her own friends.


She’d met a lot of people at house parties the last four weekends, when she, a lowly sophomore, became the undisputed beer pong champion. She preened at the comments about living up to the McKay reputation.