Part 35 (1/2)
”We clear?”
”Yes.”
”Good. Now there will be more things that occur to me, and we'll discuss them, just as long as you understand some of the no thanks, I don't need your help no thanks, I don't need your help bulls.h.i.+t is gonna stop.” bulls.h.i.+t is gonna stop.”
”Does it really mean that much to you?”
”Ree. It means everything to me. I'm tired of waiting for your permission to let me be the man you need. Accept that if we're together things are going to change.”
Gavin was so close his body-heat-warmed cologne drifted into her nose until her entire being filled with his scent. She wanted him. No niceties. No foreplay. Just thinking about him yanking her jeans down and driving into her made her wet. Wet and achy. Wet and achy and wanting.
”Rielle.”
He'd drawn out her name to three syllables. Her gaze snapped to his. ”What.”
Those blue eyes glittered. ”Don't look at me like that.”
”Like what? You said you wanted to do things for me.”
His focus dropped to her mouth as she licked her lips.
”Prove it. There's something you can do for me right now.”
”Name it.”
She turned her head and sank her teeth into his bicep. Then she rubbed her face against that smooth, hard flesh. Her tongue traced the crease in the crook of his arm. ”f.u.c.k me.”
That was all it took.
Gavin used one hand to lock the door and the other to pull her mouth to his in a ravenous kiss.
Her head spun and her blood coursed faster, pooling like liquid fire in her p.u.s.s.y and throbbing in her nipples. She thought he'd shove her against the door, but he brought them to the floor, his mouth hungry on hers as he tried to unzip her jeans. And his jeans. At the same time.
She broke the kiss. ”You do yours, I'll do mine.”
Then they were naked from the waist down and neither bothered with the top half.
Levering himself over her, he kneed apart her thighs. He rolled his pelvis, rubbing his shaft over her mound. Then he canted his hips and plunged inside her fully. He groaned, ”Jesus you're wet,” against her throat.
”I know. Get busy and f.u.c.k me.”
”Repeat that last part again.”
”f.u.c.k me.”
”I love to hear you say that.” He held her hands above her head and rammed into her over and over. His eyes locked to hers. Leaning closer to bestow a kiss that made her thoughts sweetly muzzy, even as he pounded into her flesh like a pile driver.
The quietness between them heightened the intensity. Heat and breath and bodies in motion. Each thrust drove them closer to the top. Each kiss brought them closer to each other.
When Rielle couldn't take any more, when she felt the tingling zip in her tailbone and her v.a.g.i.n.al muscles tightening around his c.o.c.k, she arched, coming hard with a gasp she couldn't contain.
Then Gavin's lips were on hers, absorbing the sound. He pumped into her faster; his deep groan rumbled in her mouth as he followed her over the edge.
Sometime later-several minutes at least-sprawled on her body, he murmured, ”I never want to move,” and started kissing her neck in that distracting way.
”You have to so I can breathe. You are one solid man.”
”And you're such a delicate flower.” He pushed up and his perfect lips were curled into a very s.e.xy, very satisfied male grin. ”I'm starved.”
”Good thing I brought you a snack. But I'll bet your tea is cold.”
”Hot woman or hot tea. I'll take the hot woman every time.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Just to prove his point, Gavin made supper and didn't allow Rielle to help. He forced her to sit at the breakfast bar with a whiskey c.o.ke, and the stack of catalogues she'd been stockpiling but hadn't made time to read.
After he'd thrown the sliced potatoes, kielbasa and onions in the pan, he poured himself a drink and sat beside her. She was idly flipping through a beekeeper's supply catalogue.
”See anything you can't live without?”
”Not so far. It's crazy how much the prices have increased since last year. Since there isn't a local supplier, I'm stuck paying premium prices and s.h.i.+pping.”
”I admit, I find beekeeping a lot more fascinating than I used to.”
Rielle batted her eyelashes. ”Because I explained it so well or because I look so completely s.e.xy covered up in the beekeeper suit holding a smoker?”
”Must be the latter.” He s.n.a.t.c.hed her hand and kissed her knuckles. ”So honey, we need to talk.”
She rotated on her barstool. ”Is this about how hot it was when you threw me on the floor and f.u.c.ked me senseless in your office?”
”No.” He allowed a wolfish smile. ”But it was f.u.c.king amazing.”
”What's amazing to me is I finally know what heart-pounding pa.s.sion feels like. It's a first. You say that I don't let you do things for me. Without sounding mushy, what you give me when we're alone together is something I've never had before.” She kissed the back of his hand. ”So thank you.”
Maybe the booze had loosened her tongue, but he was grateful she was finally opening up to him. ”You're welcome. You do know it's the same for me, right?” His eyes searched hers. ”I've never had this with anyone else. I don't want to go too fast or push too hard because I'm used to getting things my way, on my timeframe.”
”No,” she said with sarcasm. ”Really? I never noticed that about you, tyc.o.o.n.”
”Such a smart mouth. But I am serious, Ree. I don't want to screw this up.”
”You won't. I won't let you. Because I'm right there with you in trying to figure this out.”
”Good. Now onto the other thing we need to discuss. Christmas. Or more accurately Christmas vacation.”