And she was still fully clothed.

“Gavin,” she whimpered at the delicious torture, even as his lips burned through her dress, sucking her through the thin material. “I want—”

Her eyes met his, looking for any trace of smugness, but there was none. Instead, the heat she saw in them was so intense, she could tell it was taking a real effort for him to hold back. “Trust me?”

She nodded, searching inside, and found that she did.

Chapter 31

He began undoing her dress one button at a time, letting his mouth replace his hands, pleasuring her in between each fastener. Jessica shivered. Gavin could even turn undressing her into an erotic act. Finally, when he reached her hem, and tugged the dress off and dropped it on the floor in a silk puddle, followed by her tights, she was a quivering mass of need.

He rose to gaze at her clad only in the black lace getup she had purchased in the lingerie shop.

“My God,” he growled, his dark eyes gleaming. “Good thing I didn’t know you were wearing something like this in the PT room.”

“Why?” She struggled to breathe as he knuckled his fist over her nipple. The sensation shot straight through to her groin.

“Because I would have taken down these panties.” His fingers brushed the scrap of lace she wore below. “Bent you over the desk and fucked the hell out of you.” He grinned. “With your permission, of course.”

Her mouth got dry at his words and the erotic images they created. She started to reach for him, but he placed her hands on the bed frame, curving her fingers around the iron rungs.

“Trust me.”

His eyes burned, and she shivered with anticipation of what he would do next.

She quickly found out.

Reaching behind her, he unsnapped her bra, his fingers lingering over her breasts. Then she was bare to him except for the panties, and his eyes wandered over her, turning impossibly hotter and darker. Lowering to the bed, his mouth met her nipple and he sucked hard as her body arched, wanting, craving more intimate contact. But still he took his time, his lips turning to her other breast and giving it the same exquisite attention.

It was incredibly hot, surrendering herself to him, allowing him to do whatever he wanted with her body. Her hands clutched the metal rails, and desperately she squirmed, praying that he would touch her where she was on fire for him. But he let his hand travel slowly, over the rise of her rib cage, to the surprise of her navel. He seemed to glory in the soft, satiny feel of her skin, her pleas, and her helpless moan of desire as he skimmed past her panties to caress her thighs.

Finally, to her utter gratification, fingers slid between her legs and touched her over the black lace thong.

“Ahhh!” She was pulsing, wet and wanting, her body taut with anticipation. Nikki was right: she didn’t regret this purchase at all. In fact, it was paying off in spades. Thrusting up against his hand, she parted her legs uninhibitedly as his thumb circled her clitoris through the rough lace. She could tell he wanted to tease her longer, but it was too late: wave after wave of pure primal pleasure washed over her and she climaxed in his hand.

Breathing hard, she released the bed frame, and her body melted into a puddle of shimmering sensation. When the room stopped spinning, she opened her eyes to see Gavin looking down at her, his grin wicked.

“Ready for more?”

“More than,” she exhaled, meeting his smile with one of her own. “Only this time, it’s on me…” Before he could object, she wiggled out from beneath him and rose up on her knees, slowly lifting his shirt. He shrugged out of it, and she had a magnificent glimpse of his sculpted chest, with just the right amount of soft black hair that traced enticingly down to his belt buckle. As she heard him suck in a breath, she had the satisfaction of knowing she could torture him in the same manner as he did her as she toyed with the thick leather strap around his waist.

So she cupped him instead, his hands tightening on her shoulders as she began to stroke him through his jeans. He wanted more than that now; she knew it, and so did he. But she took her time unzipping him, letting him feel the same dark, hot anticipation, and the same desperate need that he had engendered in her. When she had exposed him, stroking his pulsing hard shaft, she saw him grit his teeth.

“Jesus, Jess. You touch me like that…I don’t know if I can hold on…”

She let her hands drift upward to the metal button at his waist. Undoing it, she skimmed his jeans down to his knees. He kicked them away, and then tried to nudge her onto her back as he felt for a condom. But she stopped him and, ignoring his questioning look, took him into her mouth.

“Oh, God…” He thrust his hips forward, his jaw clenched, his hands lost in her hair. He attempted once again to take over, to pleasure her, but Jessica was more than satisfied. Gripping him at the base, she lowered her head over him, her tongue swirling around the tip. She repeated the motion a few times more, until he stopped her for good.

“I want to be inside you when I come,” he growled, his eyes dark and fierce. “And if you don’t stop right now, I won’t be able to help myself.”

Dangerous.

The word entered her mind when she saw his expression. She had been playing with fire, and she knew it. A delicious shiver went up her spine as he put on a condom, then flipped her onto her stomach and thrust roughly into her warm wetness.

All his control was gone. She had teased him unmercifully, and would now pay a delicious price. She didn’t think she would be aroused again so quickly, but the experience was different now; she felt hot and full, and the thrusts he gave her brought her right back to the edge. Jessica leaned into it, wanting everything she knew he could give her as he slammed against her. She cried out a few moments later, wave after wave of astonished pleasure washing over her as he drove deep inside her and came.

It took her several long minutes to recover. Even now as she settled, facedown on the bed, she could feel her own body contracting, and his pulsing. It had to be the most incredible sensation she had ever experienced. She didn’t want to move, didn’t want to think; she wanted just to be.

And she was once again surprised when, instead of him being fully absorbed in his own pleasure, he slipped an arm around her waist and spooned her up against him, his fingers tenderly entwined with hers.

But that was Gavin. Her throat tightened with emotion at the thought. It wasn’t just the sex; he communicated the depth of his feeling with everything he did. The flowers. A cake for her mother. The baseball card.

A kitten.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to talk, for she was well aware she couldn’t.

She just enjoyed the moment.

—

“So I hear you got something to show me?” Pete said to Gavin the next morning as he strode up to the batting cage. Jake stood beside him with a shit-eating grin and handed off the baseball bat to Gavin.

“Watch this,” the shortstop said as Gavin assumed his hitting position. The machine spat out a ball that was meant to be a slider. Gavin nailed it, utilizing his newly acquired compact swing, while Jake and Pete followed the white orb high into space. It landed over four hundred yards away, and the manager’s jaw dropped.

“Did you see that ball?” Pete turned to Jake, now sporting his own grin. “It was moving so fast it looked like something that was launched from NASA.” Popping his gum, he turned to Gavin, shaking his head in disbelief. “How long has this been going on?”