More than Fashion

5

I shimmied out of my panties. Or tried. Those suckers were tight, and why was it so much harder to get them off than I’d remembered? Finally I succeeded in sliding them down my legs, while he watched with inscrutable eyes.

“Come here,” I said, throwing them at him. They missed, landing on a lampshade, the red lace casting dark shadows across the room. He laughed, and some of the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease. Yet still he didn’t move.

“It’s late…” he said, glancing at the clock on the nightstand, which read 1:26 AM in neon blue letters.

I crossed the room and slid a hand up his chest. Yes, it was late and I had to be up early, but if he left now, I’d lie awake all night, tormented by all those doubts and worries that kept trying to creep back into my brain. But more than that, I didn’t want him to leave. Sure, I could go back to the bar and try to find someone else, but I didn’t want anyone else. I needed him. Bad.

“Don’t go,” I whispered. Our eyes locked, and the air between us crackled. I licked my lips, and his gaze fixed on them.

Then he was on me, hands in my hair, tilting my head so he could devour my mouth. I surrendered to it, clutching at his shirt, his back, his shoulders. Anything to bring him closer. He tasted like sin, and I couldn’t get enough. I’d kissed a lot of guys before, more than I could count, but this one blew them all away. This was a kiss I’d remember long after his name was forgotten.

Gavin.

He spun me around and my back pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window, the thick glass cool through my clothes. He dropped his mouth to my neck, to my collar, to my chest. With each touch of his lips, all my anxiety was swept away.

His fingers skimmed up and down my sides slowly while he kissed me all over, sending little shivers across my skin. My head fell back against the window, and my entire focus narrowed to the man in front of me, just like I’d wanted. When his mouth covered my breast through the fabric of my dress, I gasped. And when his teeth lightly scraped over my hard n****e, I had to grab onto the curtains beside me for support.

I was ready for him to rip my clothes off, but instead he kneeled in front of me and pressed his lips to my knees. He pushed my dress up to my hips as he left burning kisses along the inside of one leg, then repeated with the other. My panties were long gone and he was so close. All I could do was hold my breath and pray for more. Closer…closer…

He nudged my legs apart even wider and gazed up my body, fixing me with those smoky gray eyes. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes.” My butt was pressed against the glass, but we were high enough up that I doubted anyone would see us through the tinted windows. Not that I cared if all of New York saw us at this very moment. “Yes, this is what I want. Please, Gavin.”

At the sound of his name, he dropped his head between my thighs, finally kissing me there. Right where I wanted him. My breath escaped me in a rush as the feel of his mouth took over. His tongue—flicking, darting, setting me on fire. His lips—those beautiful, perfect lips, pressing against me. His teeth—grazing and nipping at my tender skin. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against him, wanting more, more, more. I spiraled higher and higher, so close…

“Gavin,” I begged over and over. “Oh god, don’t stop.”

One of his hands moved up my legs to dip between my thighs. He ran a finger along me slowly as he gave me one long lick, then slipped that finger inside. I gasped and dug one hand into his silky hair, pressing his head harder against me, while clinging to the curtain with the other hand.

Another finger dipped inside, curling, darting, touching me deep. He slid them in and out while his tongue flicked me back and forth, f*****g me with both his fingers and his mouth. I lost all control of my voice and my limbs, twitching and trembling and moaning until I exploded, stars everywhere, spinning, gasping, crying. He kept going through it all, and I thought I’d surely die if it continued. But god, what a way to go.

Finally the spasms subsided and his tongue slowed, like he was lapping me up. I fell back against the window, my entire body a warm gooey mess of pleasure and satisfaction. I’d had guys go down on me before, plenty of guys, but never on their knees like that and never so…intense.

I wanted to return the favor. Wanted the rest of his body against mine. Wanted him inside me. He was so f*****g hot and obviously talented. It could only get better from here. But first, I needed a second to recover. I closed my eyes, breathing heavily, feeling drowsy and satisfied all at once. I never wanted to move again. I wasn’t sure I could.

“Ready to tell me your name yet?” he asked, sliding up my legs, standing in front of me.

“Not a chance.” I was pressed against the window with my dress pushed up around my hips, totally vulnerable and exposed, just waiting for him to f**k me. Silently begging him to take me hard and fast and rough. One second away from asking him out loud.

“I’ll get it out of you eventually,” he said with another sly grin.

“Do that again and I might tell you.”

One eyebrow arched up. “Is that so?”

“Guess you’ll have to find out.”

I dragged him toward the bed, but suddenly my head throbbed and the room rolled around me, making me dizzy. The world seemed to tilt, spin, dance in my stomach. Next thing I knew, my knees had buckled and I was in his arms.

“All right there?” he asked.