Gavin dipped his lips to the hollow base of her neck. “You’re my weakness, Emily,” he groaned, slowly sliding his tongue against her neck. “Such a sweet weakness.”
Thrusting her fingers into his hair, Emily pulled him into her mouth as he buried himself deeper inside her warmth. Gavin felt her climax coming as she gripped his caging biceps, digging her nails into his flesh while her slick pussy tightened around him like a vice.
Bringing his arm under her back, he pulled her up against his chest as his fingers knotted in her hair. “Come for me, Emily,” he groaned, sweeping his tongue through her mouth. His muscles quivered with restraint to hold off on his own.
As soon as he felt her body start to fall apart under his, he let himself go with her. Their bodies entwined in sheer orgasmic delight as they shook, jerked, and trembled in each other’s arms. Sweat against sweat and soul against soul, they soared and fell together, each wondering if they’d ever be able to come down.
When their breathing and bodies slowed, Gavin stared into her eyes. He gently moved her hair away from her face, still in awe that she was there beneath him. He took his time passionately kissing her, his tongue giving thanks to her mouth, her neck, and her shoulders.
As she looked up to him, Emily’s hands slowly worshipped him back, her fingers smoothing through his hair, caressing down his chiseled face, and ultimately tracing his mouth.
Gavin had never felt so connected to someone before in his life. Holding her completed him; feeling her made him whole; and he needed to let her know that. “I love you, Emily,” he whispered over her lips. “I think I’ve loved you from the second I laid my eyes on you.”
He pulled his head back slightly, and Emily went to speak, but he placed a finger over her lips. “I don’t expect you to say it back. I just need you to know this wasn’t just sex for me.” He placed another soft kiss along her jaw. “I want it all, Emily. I want to spend my nights holding hands with you,” he breathed the words into her ear. “I want the all-day texting.” He kissed her temple and caressed her cheek. “I want the laughing and the forehead kisses.” He softly ran his lips over her forehead. “I want the date nights, the movie watching, and the breakfast making.” He dragged his hands through her hair, his teeth tugging gently at her bottom lip. “I want the late-night drives, the sunset watching, the screaming, the yelling, and the crying.” Still kissing her, he smiled against her mouth. “I know I’ll definitely want the make-up sex that comes after all of the screaming and crying. I want the good, the bad, and the in-between. All of it is what’s going to make us amazing together.”
Although she found it hard to swallow, it didn’t take long for her to reply because there was no second-guessing in her mind. Emily knew clear to the depths of her soul—through every fiber of her being—that she loved him, too. His touch, the emotions bleeding behind his words, and the sincerity in his eyes cast any fear of him—of them—away.
Staring at his beautiful face, she wound her hands around his neck, tears spilling from her eyes. “I love you, too, Gavin.” Leaning up, she softly kissed his lips, and she could feel the shock moving through him. She kissed him deeper in an attempt to alleviate that shock. It worked because she felt his body starting to relax. “I want all of those same things…and I need them with you. I want to make you happy.”
Leaning his forehead against hers, he took her chin in his hand and brushed the pad of his thumb across her lips. “There’s no way you couldn’t make me happy. It’s impossible.”
Gavin rolled to the side, taking Emily with him. With that, they made love—unrelenting and sweet—through the night into the early morning hours.
Chapter Sixteen
The Opening of Floodgates
The lustrous sunlight spilling in through the window shades stirred Emily from one of the best nights of sleep she had experienced in months. With a long lazy stretch and a smile on her face, she pulled the mountain of tangled blankets tight around her chest, sat up, and leaned against the headboard. Her eyes scanned the expansive room for Gavin. The sound of the shower running in the bathroom echoed through her ears as her senses soaked in just how incredibly awesome her body felt.
Normally, she was never one to worry about the way she looked upon rising; however, this morning was different—very different. Knowing that her hair must’ve looked like a rat’s nest and her face was most definitely sporting last night’s smudged makeup, she promptly slid from the bed, dragging the blankets along with her, in an attempt to study her reflection in the mirror. When her bare feet hit the cold marble floor, so did something else. Looking down, she found a large box with a red bow tied around it. Picking it up, she sat back down on the bed. It was addressed to her—well, not her, but Molly.
“Such a wiseass,” she laughed.
Shaking her head, she started to open it, only to see movement in her peripheral vision. Lifting her gaze to its source, she was rewarded by the sight of Gavin coming out of the bathroom—a white cotton towel wrapped around his waist. Swallowing hard, Emily clutched the blankets around her chest and slid back against the headboard. Running his hand over his dampened hair, Gavin smiled at her from across the bedroom, his tendons rippling in his abdomen as he stretched. Sheepishly smiling back, Emily took in the sight before her. He was magnificent to say the least. She couldn’t help but let her eyes roam over him; it was simply impossible not to. He was beauteous, not just his amazing stature but also his face. That strong angular jaw that complemented his high cheekbones, and the light stubble on his chin only added to his masculinity—and further added to her quickened breath.
And. God. Bless. That. Tattoo.
“You found your gift,” he said, smiling.
Emily cocked a brow and smirked. “Well, I found a gift for Molly. But yes, I found a gift.”
Chuckling, he padded over to the bed and took a seat next to her. “If I recall correctly, you’re the one who said I’d never let you live that one down, so I’m just holding up my end of the bargain.” Shaking her head, she playfully smacked his arm. He laughed and slowly tucked her hair behind her ear. “Mmm, I knew you woke up pretty.”
Biting her lip, noticeably embarrassed, she averted her gaze away from his.
Mesmerized by the look in her eyes, Gavin felt captivated by the fact that she clearly didn’t realize how beautiful she was. Her lips, the hue of a deep ruddy wine, alluring green eyes, and the subtle curves of her body—all tantalized his senses. Staring at her, his heart beat as her devotee while his eyes mapped out every inch of her face. It wasn’t just her physical beauty. It was everything about her, right down to the smell of her flesh—the things he would do just to obtain her scent. She brought him warmth the entire night like an autumn’s day sweater, and there wasn’t anything he wasn’t willing to sacrifice in order to keep her for himself. His long drawn-out thoughts and daydreams of this very moment—when he would share with her his cravings and she would do the same, trusting as only lovers could—unfolded with such vibrancy as she brought her gaze back to his.
High.
Gavin felt completely fucking high. No amount of money could buy this feeling, and he knew it.
Placing his hand under her chin, he stared into her eyes. “You look beautiful,” he whispered, gently coaxing her face toward his.