Twelve

      When Gavin placed Layla on the bed she looked up at him and saw eyes filled with intense desire gazing down at her. She’d meant what she said about going to bed with him. But he might not feel the same way after she said what she had to say.

      “We need to talk first, Gavin.”

      He pulled her sweater over her head. “Okay, I’m listening.”

      Was he really? Or was he concentrating on undressing her? “A while back you asked me when I last did this. Do you remember that conversation?”

      Her sweater was off and his swift hands went to the front clasp of her bra. Within seconds he had her breasts tumbling free. She watched his eyes get smoky as he stared at her nipples, which hardened as he watched. When he brushed against one with a feathery stroke of his fingertips, she drew in a sharp breath.

      “Yes, I remember that conversation,” he said in a husky voice, stroking her other breast as if fascinated with its size and shape. “What about it?”

      Layla had to think a minute to remember the conversation. His hands were driving her insane. And when he began stroking her nipples in earnest, it created a throbbing ache in her center. She couldn’t help but moan.

      “Layla?”

      “Um?”

      “What about the conversation?”

      What conversation? Her brain was turning to mush and she fought hard to recall what he was talking about. Then she remembered. “Are you ready for an answer to the question you asked?”

      “Doesn’t matter now.”

      And before she could draw in another breath, he lowered his head and eased a rigid nipple between his lips. He sucked hard, feasting in earnest. Greedily. Ravenously. At the same time, he eased the hem of her skirt toward her waist.

      And then he pushed aside her panties to ease fingers inside of her. The moment she felt the intimate invasion, she shuddered in pleasure. How could his mere touch do that? Make her come so unglued? Make her feel like a woman?

      And when those same fingers stroked her down there, with the same rhythm his tongue was using to suck on her nipples, she moaned aloud.

      “That’s it. Get all wet for me, baby. Your scent has been driving me mad for days now. I can’t wait to taste you.”

      She wasn’t sure what he meant. All she knew was Gavin Blake had fingers that should be considered illegal and a mouth that should be banned. Using both, and at the same time, should be forbidden.

      Sensation gathered force in her stomach and when he sucked harder on her breasts, while at the same time inserting his fingers deeper inside of her, she could not bear the pleasure any longer. Her body began to shake with the need for release. A climax ripped through her body. On instinct, she threw her head back and screamed his name.

      “Now for my taste.”

      Before she realized what Gavin was doing, he had pulled off her skirt and tossed it aside along with her panties. Before she could ask what he thought he was doing, he lifted her hips to his mouth and firmly settled his head between her legs.

      Layla tried pushing him away—until the moment she felt his tongue ease between her womanly lips. He kissed her down there the same way he’d kissed her on the mouth. Deeply. Thoroughly.

      She stopped pushing him away. Instead she grabbed his shoulders and held on. Held him. She needed him to stay right there and continue what he was so expertly doing. When she felt his tongue delve deeper inside, flicking back and forth, her body shattered into what felt like a million pieces.

      “Gavin!”

      He didn’t let up. He continued using his mouth to drive her over the edge yet again. Never had she experienced anything so powerful. So utterly amazing. For a minute she thought she had passed out. Maybe she had. She was completely drained. Limp. Too weak to move. So she lay there, nearly convinced she had died and gone to heaven. Surely there was nothing on earth that could make her feel this good. This satisfied.

      She didn’t move. She couldn’t find the strength to open her eyes. Not even when she heard him remove his clothes before he pulled her boots and socks from her feet. Not even when his hands stroked her thighs and eased them apart.

      And not even when she heard the sound of a condom packet being ripped open.

      Moments later she heard Gavin’s deep voice directly above her. “Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.”

      Although her eyelids felt heavy, she somehow found the strength to force them open. Gavin’s naked body was braced above hers and desire-filled eyes stared down at her. Was it her imagination or were his eyes getting even darker as she stared into them?

      “I’m looking,” she said softly. Not only was she looking but she was being held in some sort of hypnotic trance.

      “I wanted you this way from the first moment I set eyes on you.”

      That was nice. And she was about to say something, she wasn’t sure what, when she felt the hot tip of his erection press against the core of her womanhood.

      Her gaze widened and she knew she needed to tell him. Now. “Gavin?”

      He leaned in and kissed the words off her lips. Using that scandalizing tongue of his, he began driving her crazy. Instinctively her legs opened wider and she felt him pressing down gently, as he tried entering her body.