that, hated
thinking of them talking about me like that.”
Beth felt heat come and go in her face. She’d never heard
that talk. Then again, they’d gone to different colleges. And she wasn’t used
to talking about such things.
“I swore off kinky sex and focused on rescuing Thomason
Heating from the bank. And then you came back to North Pole.”
“And?”
“When you smiled at me at that gas station—remember?—I
wanted you so hard I could barely stand. A thousand times more than I ever
wanted those girls in college. But I wanted it dirty, and you were so innocent.
By some superhuman willpower, I held myself back. I loved you too much, I
didn’t want to hurt you.”
Her heart went out to him, this powerful man whose muscle
power was dwarfed by his kindness. Gavin deserved something. Something special.
Some kind of glorious thank you. She eased off the bed.
He was only a few steps away, too close to bother getting to
her feet. Instead, she crawled across the floor to him. He watched her through
slitted, intense black eyes. Their heat made her shiver. She felt her hips sway
from one side to the other as she made her way across the rug. His gaze
fastened on her breasts, which bounced with each move she made. Oh God, the way
he’d teased them with his thumbs…
Another shiver.
She crawled between his long legs. The thought of what
lurked behind that zipper made her dizzy. She knew his penis and yet she
didn’t, not anymore. Not the fierce way it had claimed her. Her mouth watered.
She lifted her face between his thighs and, with her mouth,
undid the snap at his waistband. Then she took his zipper pull between her
teeth. She risked a glance up at him and caught his black gaze burning into
her. Another wave of dizziness struck. Slowly, she pulled at the zipper, inch
by inch. As his trousers parted, a massively aroused, fire-breathing dragon of
an erection sprang from its cave. It reared up into the open air, demanding and
ferocious. She’d always avoided this part of making love, and Gavin had never
pressed her.
But now she wasn’t afraid. Not dressed like this. Not
tonight. Tenderly she touched its base with her tongue.
Gavin groaned, a rough, helpless sound that told her just
how much she turned him on.
“No holding back,” she whispered, her lips moving against
the satin skin of his cock.
“You don’t know what you’re saying,” Gavin said between
gritted teeth. “I don’t think I could hold back with a gun to my head.”
“No gun. Just this.” She swirled her tongue across hard
ridges and soft veins, up, up, up to the straining tip of his penis. On the
way, she caught a glimpse of his white knuckles against the arms of the chair.
A feeling of triumph flitted through her. She was the one making him crazy now.
She fastened her mouth over the head of his cock and sucked
with greedy pleasure. Why hadn’t she known how good he would taste, how he
would fill her mouth with his soft steel, his salty sweetness? Why hadn’t she
known how the sound of his guttural groans would make her melt inside? How had
she done without the knowledge that right now, she was the only thing in his
world—that she held his release in the tender secrecy of her mouth?
“Beth, my sweet,” he pleaded, speaking her name like a
prayer, like a tribute to a goddess. “God, Beth, you’re killing me. Beth!”
And then hot liquid was everywhere, spilling over her lips,
jetting into the air. He pumped into her with harsh groans. He needed her. The pleasure of that knowledge made her chase down every scalding drop of his
essence.
Chapter Seven
Gavin and Beth lay naked on top of the patchwork quilt. He’d
stoked the woodstove so the fire crackled and roared. It felt tropical inside
their little cabin, even as a vicious wind hissed outside the windows. Now that
the excitement had faded, Beth felt embarrassment creep back in.
“You planned all this,” Beth murmured as she wound her
fingers in the tangle of black
thinking of them talking about me like that.”
Beth felt heat come and go in her face. She’d never heard
that talk. Then again, they’d gone to different colleges. And she wasn’t used
to talking about such things.
“I swore off kinky sex and focused on rescuing Thomason
Heating from the bank. And then you came back to North Pole.”
“And?”
“When you smiled at me at that gas station—remember?—I
wanted you so hard I could barely stand. A thousand times more than I ever
wanted those girls in college. But I wanted it dirty, and you were so innocent.
By some superhuman willpower, I held myself back. I loved you too much, I
didn’t want to hurt you.”
Her heart went out to him, this powerful man whose muscle
power was dwarfed by his kindness. Gavin deserved something. Something special.
Some kind of glorious thank you. She eased off the bed.
He was only a few steps away, too close to bother getting to
her feet. Instead, she crawled across the floor to him. He watched her through
slitted, intense black eyes. Their heat made her shiver. She felt her hips sway
from one side to the other as she made her way across the rug. His gaze
fastened on her breasts, which bounced with each move she made. Oh God, the way
he’d teased them with his thumbs…
Another shiver.
She crawled between his long legs. The thought of what
lurked behind that zipper made her dizzy. She knew his penis and yet she
didn’t, not anymore. Not the fierce way it had claimed her. Her mouth watered.
She lifted her face between his thighs and, with her mouth,
undid the snap at his waistband. Then she took his zipper pull between her
teeth. She risked a glance up at him and caught his black gaze burning into
her. Another wave of dizziness struck. Slowly, she pulled at the zipper, inch
by inch. As his trousers parted, a massively aroused, fire-breathing dragon of
an erection sprang from its cave. It reared up into the open air, demanding and
ferocious. She’d always avoided this part of making love, and Gavin had never
pressed her.
But now she wasn’t afraid. Not dressed like this. Not
tonight. Tenderly she touched its base with her tongue.
Gavin groaned, a rough, helpless sound that told her just
how much she turned him on.
“No holding back,” she whispered, her lips moving against
the satin skin of his cock.
“You don’t know what you’re saying,” Gavin said between
gritted teeth. “I don’t think I could hold back with a gun to my head.”
“No gun. Just this.” She swirled her tongue across hard
ridges and soft veins, up, up, up to the straining tip of his penis. On the
way, she caught a glimpse of his white knuckles against the arms of the chair.
A feeling of triumph flitted through her. She was the one making him crazy now.
She fastened her mouth over the head of his cock and sucked
with greedy pleasure. Why hadn’t she known how good he would taste, how he
would fill her mouth with his soft steel, his salty sweetness? Why hadn’t she
known how the sound of his guttural groans would make her melt inside? How had
she done without the knowledge that right now, she was the only thing in his
world—that she held his release in the tender secrecy of her mouth?
“Beth, my sweet,” he pleaded, speaking her name like a
prayer, like a tribute to a goddess. “God, Beth, you’re killing me. Beth!”
And then hot liquid was everywhere, spilling over her lips,
jetting into the air. He pumped into her with harsh groans. He needed her. The pleasure of that knowledge made her chase down every scalding drop of his
essence.
Chapter Seven
Gavin and Beth lay naked on top of the patchwork quilt. He’d
stoked the woodstove so the fire crackled and roared. It felt tropical inside
their little cabin, even as a vicious wind hissed outside the windows. Now that
the excitement had faded, Beth felt embarrassment creep back in.
“You planned all this,” Beth murmured as she wound her
fingers in the tangle of black
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