eyes were alive with pleasure, and mischief, and maybe, just maybe something else.
“No more arguing,” she placed one finger on his lips. “Not now. New rule.”
Stretching her other arm down, she ran her fingertips over the strained fabric barely containing his rigid cock.
“Esme,” he croaked. “We don’t have to. You don’t have to.”
She rubbed her finger over his lips, and at the same time she stroked him again through the fabric, harder, enough that he had to fight for control of his hips.
“I don’t have to do anything,” she said, smiling. “I only do things that I want to.”
Between that wicked grin and her fingers, Gavin found he had to fight even harder for control, as her hands moved to the top of his trousers.
He swallowed hard.
This was a battle he just might not win.
18
“Mate, you’re going to kill me,” Gavin groaned from beneath where she knelt, straddling his thighs.
How could the trouser fastenings be so difficult?
It couldn’t have anything at all to do with how shaky her hands were, how hard it was to focus on anything other than the feel of his hard abdomen under her fingertips, how much her hunger made it hard to even breathe...
Not at all.
But the damn lace wouldn’t seem to come undone.
It wasn’t even a proper lace.
It couldn’t be this hard to figure out.
His hand skimmed the side of her hip and she gasped as sensations sparked through her.
“You’re not helping my concentration when you do that,” she murmured, wiggling further down his legs to focus on the puzzle of his trousers.
“Then let me help?”
“I can do it,” she growled in frustration. She tried pulling the lace again, but it wasn’t working.
Obviously, there was something different about how people from the stars fastened their clothing.
Or I’m so desperate for his touch that I can’t figure out even the obvious, she admitted to herself.
“Fine, but only if you promise to come right back here.”
“Have I ever denied you anything you asked for?”
Swinging off of him she sat cross legged on the bed, and in an instant, he slid out of the trousers, tossed the vest to the side, and stretched out beside her again.
Esme could barely see him in the dim lamp light, but she didn’t need to.
She could feel him.
Every heartbeat, every breath.
She laid beside him, her arm pillowed on his shoulder as she ran her fingers up and down his chest, going lower with each stroke until she brushed against his cock again.
Gavin groaned as she circled her fingers around his thick shaft, or at least tried to.
Rapt, she stroked up until his fists clenched, muscles trembling with the effort to stay still.
Rolling to lay on top of him, she kissed across his chest and up the corded muscles of his neck.
“I like this game,” she breathed against his lips.
Then with a quick kiss she pushed herself up to a sitting position and carefully began lowering herself down his rigid length.
Gavin’s fingers gripped her hips, not controlling her motions, just supporting her as she eased herself further, deeper.
It was impossible, she could feel him filling her, and at the same time the echoes of his own pleasure amplified the sensation, spiraling within her until, by the time he was fully seated deep inside her, she was already on the edge.
She froze, panting, gaze locked with his, her body trembling,
“I know,” he said, eyes wild.
He lifted her slowly, and then brought her back down, each steady movement sending another overwhelming wave through her so that she could do little more than hang on, her hands gripping his forearms for support
Ruthless in his complete possession of her body, she flung her head back to gaze blindly at the ceiling as the intensity stripped everything from her except this moment.
Right here.
Right now.
Him and her.
That was everything.
No room for anything else.
She fell forward again, hands resting on his shoulders, desperate to touch more of him.
He shuddered at her movement, pulled her hips against his hardness tighter, held her there.
“Esme,” he ground out, then the words seemed to leave him.
“Yes,” she answered the unspoken demand. “Please.”
With a wordless growl he flipped her over, never once losing the connection between them.
Hips thrusting relentlessly, he thrust into her until she shattered, but he kept going, driving her on, driving her higher until with one final plunge he pushed them both over the edge.
She came to, still gasping, limbs tangled with his. Somehow, he had managed to roll again, pulling her on top of him.
He brushed her hair back from