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

and he doesn’t feel so observed, so I walk next to him.
    When we arrive at his suite, he fumbles with the card reader until the door finally opens. He lets me go ahead, then locks the door behind him. He comes up close behind me, and wraps his hands around my waist, while his lips travel down my neck. I tilt my head to allow him better access. He suddenly pushes me up against the wall. “Don’t move,” he says quietly, and I hear determination in his voice. If it’s because of the alcohol I’ve consumed, or if he’s really that dominant, I don’t know, but I do what he says. I hear him shuck off his jacket, more rustling, and finally the sound of him kicking off his shoes. Then I hear him walking around doing something. I peek to the side and see that he’s lit a fire in the fireplace, and is spreading a blanket on the floor in front of it. As he turns toward me, I look back at the wall again. I’m so turned on!
    Then he steps behind me again and removes my jacket. Gavin slips a hand between me and the wall and frees me from my top, and then my skirt slithers over my knees to the ground. His fingers travel over my body before he turns me around to face him. He’s only wearing his jeans. He has well-defined muscles that twitch with every movement. I drink in the sight of him, he’s simply perfect. He takes a step forward again and lifts me into his arms. I put my hands on his cheeks and kiss him as he carries me through the suite. Suddenly he goes down on his knees, and I feel cold stone under my skin. He’s set me on the granite-topped coffee table. He breaks the kiss and pushes me backward so my back comes in contact with the cold tabletop, making me gasp. He bends forward over my body and kisses the tops of my breasts, and I arch my back as he reaches for the clasp of my bra. After he removes it, he runs his fingers over my body in light caresses, making me shiver, until he reaches my lace underwear. He pulls it down as he nibbles on my right nipple. His fingertips glide over my thighs, and down to the backs of my knees. He sits up to pull the panties off me completely. I lift my head to look at him, and my attention is caught instantly by his bulging jeans, which he’s in the process of unbuttoning. He frees himself, and the sight of his massive erection leaves me speechless. I let my head fall back on the table, and hear him tearing open a condom package. He slides closer to the table on his knees, and pulls me to him. I grip the edge of the table, waiting for him to plunge into me, but first he runs the tip of his penis up and down my wet crack. I close my eyes in delicious anticipation, feeling every nuance of his touch. Then he pushes into me in glorious slow motion. It feels incredible. I let out a long moan and arch my neck. He pulls back, leaving a feeling of emptiness, only to fill me again. His strokes aren’t fast, but very deep and hard, the way I like it. I squeeze my thighs around him and move to his rhythm. He puts his hands on my waist and bends over me, kissing my breasts and neck as he plunges in and out of me. I quake with lust at every stroke. Then he kisses my lips. I throw my arms around his back and kiss him back with all the passion I’m capable of. Gavin bites my lower lip, but it doesn’t hurt, it just fires me higher.
    He makes me totally defenseless, the way he’s taking me. Gavin seems to know exactly what I need, and how I need it. With my eyes closed, I feel myself falling over the edge again, and I come for the second time today.
    “Oh, God! You’re getting tighter and tighter!” he moans, and begins to quake. He plunges mercilessly deeper into me, pulls back, and with one last hard stroke he finds his release, which draws a final cry from my throat. He collapses on top of me and rests his head in the hollow of my neck. “Oh, man!”
    I’m breathing too hard to answer, and I feel a drowsy weight sinking into my completely relaxed body.

    I awaken to find myself in front