Free Gavin: Pure Passion (Hamptons Book 1) by Drucie Anne Taylor

and look at Jake and Rick. “So, my personal Mary Poppins has spoken.” I giggle. Oh, God, I really am very drunk.
    Gavin offers me his hand. “I’ll bring you home, Lane.”
    I stand up without his help, but I sway a little. “I can do this by myshelf,” I slur, and take my jacket and bag from him. Why did Guiseppe even give them to him? I put on my jacket a bit clumsily and hang the bag around my body so it can’t fall down or be snatched. “See you Monday, guys.”
    “See you, Lane,” Jake says, looking amused, and stands up.
    I hug him and plant a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for saving a rotten evening.”
    “My pleasure.”
    Rick hugs me, too, and I also give him a kiss. “Thanks to you, too.”
    “Sure, Lane.”
    After I let go of him, I cross the dance floor with Gavin. I’m embarrassed by what he’s doing, but I really don’t want to have another argument. Besides, he was so busy with Macey that he can’t complain. At least, I think so.
    Gavin holds my hand tightly when I try to pull away. His gaze is unflinching. “I’m not going to let you go, otherwise you’ll take off on me again.”
    I snort with annoyance and leave the cave with him. Once we’re outside, I can hardly believe my eyes. The same limousine that brought us to the theater is standing by the door. The chauffeur gets out and opens the back door for us.
    Gavin ushers me ahead and slides in after me. “Why didn’t you want my help?” he asks once we’re settled into the soft leather seats.
    “I can deal with Jonah by myshelf,” I slur, and I sound so drunk it makes me laugh.
    “You are so hammered,” he says, shaking his head.
    “And? I’m an adult, I know what I’m doing,” I murmur and lean back. “Besides, I’m frustrated.”
    “Why?”
    “Because of you!” I throw at him, and shock even myself. I hate it when alcohol makes me lose all my inhibitions like that.
    “Because of me?” he repeats, irritated.
    “Yeah!”
    “Are you going to tell me why?”
    I cross my arms over my chest and look out the window. “Who was it that kissed me and then ran away in panic as though I’d said oh, please, I want to have children with you, preferably quintuplets ?”
    Gavin bursts out laughing, which only fires my frustration higher. But then he’s suddenly serious again. “I only let you go so fast because I was afraid you might feel like I was using you. I didn’t want that, because I think you’re nice, and I really like you.”
    I look into his eyes. “You like me?”
    “Yeah.”
    I nod. “What a lame excuse.”
    Gavin slips a hand behind my shoulders and pulls me close so quickly that I have to catch my breath. “It’s not an excuse,” he whispers next to my lips, and kisses me just as passionately as he did this morning.
    My whole body responds to his kiss, and I gasp for air as soon as he gives me the chance. He pulls me onto his lap. I throw my arms around his neck so he won’t be able to get rid of me so quickly this time, in case he suddenly changes his mind again. I caress the line of his top lip gently with my tongue, enjoying the roughness of his designer stubble. Gavin’s lips part and he moans, and our tongues begin to duel passionately. There’s nothing gentle about this kiss, it’s a battle to see who can get the upper hand. His right hand slips under my skirt, between my legs, and he lightly pinches my open petals. I shriek lustfully into his mouth, and his fingers begin to massage me through the thin material of my lace underwear.
    Gavin breaks the kiss, but I try to put my lips on his again. “I don’t want to bring you home anymore,” he whispers onto my mouth.
    “Then don’t.” I smile and start kissing him again. His hand goes to my back, abandoning my wetness. I can barely stand the continuous pulsing that’s started, and I rub myself against the bulge in his jeans.
    “To the hotel!” he calls to the chauffeur when I break the kiss to get a breath of air again.
    “Yes, sir,”