Hitched (Promise Harbor Wedding) - By Erin Nicholas Page 0,101

new territory for them. She had to expect it to be a little rocky. Right?

“I just need you,” he said, tipping his head to kiss her again. He kissed her softly at first, then opened slightly and licked along her bottom lip. “I need your body, your heat, your softness,” he said huskily against her mouth. “Let me have you. Tonight. Now.”

Sure, she was going to say no to that.

“Gavin.” She whispered her surrender, her hands gripping the front of his T-shirt.

He lifted her to her tiptoes and she could feel the delicious, incredibly hard length of his desire behind his zipper.

When he let her up for air, all she could do was nod. If Gavin needed her, she couldn’t deny him. For anything.

He started to back her toward the bed, but she dug her heels in. “Can’t,” she said shaking her head and grinning. “The headboard will bang against Danny’s bedroom wall.”

Gavin chuckled. “It’s been a long time since I had to worry about a girl’s little brother overhearing us.”

She shook her head. “Don’t want to hear your sordid stories. Just kiss me again.”

He did. Hot and thoroughly. As he turned and walked her back to the wall beside the window. He pressed close, his hips to hers, making her moan.

She had been planning to go out to find him, but she certainly wasn’t dressed in many layers. Gavin made short work of stripping off her light T-shirt and tossing it over his shoulder. Her bra followed and his hands cupped her, tugging on the tips that begged for his attention.

Her shorts and panties landed on top of the T-shirt and bra seconds later. Then his hands were everywhere. Insistent. Hot. Bringing her to the edge he knew so well. He stroked and sucked, pressed and plucked until she was writhing against the wall.

“Please, Gavin, please.”

He didn’t even undress. He unzipped—somehow keeping fingers thrusting deep, though not quite hard enough—and shoved his clothing out of the way so that when he bent his knees and surged upward, he slid home.

He filled her, stretched her, set every nerve on fire. She used his broad shoulders to lift herself and wrap her legs around his hips, pressing close and taking him fully.

“Yes, god yes, Al,” he panted. “This. You. All I need.”

His words, his strokes, the look of desire and love on his face were all she needed to thunder toward the crest and shoot over the top as her orgasm swept through her, shaking every cell.

Gavin continued to thrust, his gaze intent on hers. One hand cupped her butt, keeping her in place against the wall, while the other snuck between them and found her clit, circling, then pressing, then circling again.

Allie quickly felt additional tremors begin deep inside and sucked in a sharp breath. She tightened on his length, digging her heels into his butt so she could move with him. This time the orgasm came over her slowly, like lowering herself into a warm bath. But it was no less satisfying.

Gavin still thrust beyond her climax. She kissed him, curled her fingers into his hair and finally licked up the length of his neck, then whispered hoarsely in his ear, “I love you, Gavin.”

He let go of his control then and pounded into her, coming hard in only minutes.

Gasping for air, he slumped forward, his forehead to the wall over her shoulder. Allie just held on, her arms and legs still around him, her cheek against his shoulder.

“Damn, girl, that was good.”

She laughed softly. “Feel better?”

“Much.” He squeezed her ass before pulling back and letting her slide to the floor.

She felt pretty damned good herself. “Wish you could stay.”

“Me too.” He cupped her face and kissed her, then tucked himself back into his jeans.

Allie pushed her hair back from her face. She’d gotten used to sleeping in his arms. This was going to suck. “I won’t be living here forever,” she told him. “I’ll um…have to…get a place.” For some reason she felt like an idiot.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He leaned in for another kiss, then started for the window.

“Barbecue. At the Brewster’s. Eleven o’clock, okay?”

He nodded as he swung a leg over the windowsill. “Hayley told me. I’m bringing chips.”

She smiled, wishing it was all as easy and comfortable as it sounded. “See you then.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Then he disappeared through the window and into the night.

In spite of the two a.m. booty call, Gavin awoke early.

He knew it was the tension that had been swirling in