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

he answers, and then I hear a hum, and glance over my shoulder to see the privacy screen sliding into place.
    For the second time, he puts a finger under my chin so I have to look at him. He pulls me toward him again, but the kiss that follows is far gentler than before. It would pull the floor out from under my feet if I were standing. I feel like I’m melting. The excitement builds again to a raging storm. His hand glides over my breasts, slips under my top, and finally into my bra. He rubs my nipples determinedly, and they rise to him, wanting more. That’s exactly where I want to feel his tongue—tracing around them—or his teeth, nibbling them. I’ve been longing for this guy since this morning, and I want to have my fun with him. I take the initiative and unbutton my top. Gavin pushes it off my shoulders and pulls down the cups of my bra to expose my taut breasts. He rubs them gently. His touches send shocks through my whole body that explode in my lap. I want him so much!
    I can barely control myself anymore. I stroke his upper body gently, down to his belt. I open it, and then his jeans, and push my hand inside. He breaks the kiss as my hand surrounds his hard rod and begins to move up and down slowly, as much as the material allows.
    “You’re killing me, Lane,” he groans, and then he finally puts his lips over the rosy bud that’s straining toward him. I moan as I feel his teeth.
    Suddenly he pushes me away a little, so I also have to take my hand off his penis. I lean on his knees as he snakes his hand under my skirt again. He watches me carefully as his fingers slip under the damp lace of my panties and begin to circle my clit slowly. I moan and lean into his hand, and Gavin starts to rub me. “I want to see you come,” he whispers, and just the erotic sound of his voice almost puts me over the edge. His movements become faster and he brings his other hand into play, his fingers burying themselves deep in my crevice.
    “Oh, my God!” I moan loudly as I move against him. Then I close my eyes and bite my lower lip to keep from making noises that will entertain the driver.
    “Come!” He whispers hoarsely, encouraging me. I feel my muscles contracting around his fingers, and with a muffled cry, the wave breaks free. I tremble and shake and can barely hold on to him as he pulls me close, onto his lap. Then I feel his hardness exactly where I want to feel it. Gavin gently kisses my trembling lips, the corners of my mouth, and my cheeks, stroking my back all the while.
    “We’ve arrived, Mr. McLeod,” the driver says, and the metallic sound of his voice informs me that he’s speaking through an intercom system.
    Gavin slides me off of him and adjusts my clothes. He buttons my top before I even ask him to, and helps me put on my jacket, too. Then he fastens his jeans. “Will you stay with me tonight?” he asks quietly.
    “Yes,” I breathe, and slide close to him on the seat. Once I’ve found my bag, we get out. Gavin has me walk in front of him so no one can see the telltale bulge in his jeans, and he guides me through the lobby. The looks people give him speak volumes. They seem to be asking what this guy is doing with a prostitute, because my outfit isn’t particularly conservative. I zip my jacket so I don’t feel quite so naked under their judgmental glances, and sigh with relief when we arrive at the elevator.
    The doors open. Gavin doesn’t have to say a word; the operator knows which suite he’s in. I lean against him, because he won’t let go of me, and rub my butt on his erection. He pushes himself against my backside and puts a hand across my middle. “I can hardly wait to get you in my room.”
    I turn around to face him and kiss him enthusiastically. The operator clears his throat, but we ignore him as our tongues start to duel again.
    The elevator stops, and we let go of each other. “Thanks very much,” Gavin says as we step out into the hall. There are no other guests around