Free Lone Star Baby (McCabe Multiples Book 5) by CATHY GILLEN THACKER

wanted from Violet. It was also the surest way to bring her back to life. To make her admit that she was still a flesh-and-blood woman who had her whole life ahead of her. If she would only allow herself to want more.
    “Gavin...” A low sound escaped her throat as his head lowered to hers.
    He’d half expected her to offer some resistance, even if it was only token. And she did, going completely still at first, then slowly, inevitably lifting her arms to wreathe his shoulders and sinking against him.
    “Tell me you don’t enjoy kissing me.” Appreciating the sweet, hot, tempting taste of her mouth, he ran a hand down her spine, bringing her so close she could feel his hardness pressing against her. Lifting his lips from hers, he strung kisses along her jaw, her ear, the nape of her neck, and felt her quiver in response. “Tell me you don’t enjoy this.”
    She moaned at the onslaught of pleasure inundating them both. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and kissed him with a wildness beyond his most erotic dreams. “I’m human.”
    “Exactly.” Satisfaction roaring through him, he savored the taste and feel of her. “I am, too.” He pulled her closer still and went back to kissing her. Slowly and evocatively now. Until she went up on tiptoe and rocked against him, her hands sliding over his shoulders, down his back. Pressing lower, lower still.
    “Okay,” she said finally. Stepping back, looking slightly dazed, she sucked in an impatient breath. “Let’s have a fling.”
    He watched her tug her shirt over her head and let it flutter to the floor. She toed off her boots. Her gaze still holding his, she worked her jeans down her thighs.
    The body was no mystery for them. And hadn’t been since they’d started medical school.
    But damn, if she wasn’t the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He caught her hand before she could undo the clasp of her bra. “Let me.”
    Her skin felt silky and warm beneath his fingers. Hot with anticipation, he undid the clasp and eased her bra down over her arms.
    Her breasts were full and round, the nipples taut and rosy. She wore cotton boy-cut panties that started just below her navel. He hooked his thumbs into either side of them and pulled them down. Past the damp curls. Over her thighs. Past her knees. He knelt to help her step out of them and then, once there, decided to stay.
    Violet gasped as he wrapped his arms around the backs of her knees and buried his face in her sweet, warm softness.
    Catching his head in her hands, she held on to him. Quavering now. “Gavin...”
    He kissed the satiny softness. He might be doing all the work but she wasn’t the only one in heaven. “Hush. I’m working here.”
    She laughed, shakily this time, and threaded her hands through his hair, giving him a glimpse of what it would be like if she really let go. “I thought we’d get into bed...”
    And rush through this? No way.
He dropped butterfly kisses. Slow, deliberate. Determined to help her find release. “In due time.”
    She shuddered again but did not resist.
    Hands curling around the backs of her legs, he spread her thighs apart, gently guiding her until she was standing astride his denim-clad thighs, the insides of her ankles rubbing against the outsides of his legs.
    “Gavin...”
    “So soft.” He rubbed his thumb along the feminine seam, coaxing her to let all her inhibitions float away, to open for him even more. Let himself live in the moment. “So sweet...”
    Violet quivered, holding on voraciously.
    Heart racing, Gavin drank in the scent and heat and feel of her. Found what he’d only fantasized about up till now, until his body pulsed and she melted against him, shuddering uncontrollably, then going hot and rigid with need.
    Feeling her climax was almost his undoing.
    But that was nothing compared to the feel of her hands on his shoulders, urging him upward, or her fingers undoing his belt and reaching for his fly. “It’s definitely my time now,”