Dirty Little Promise (Forbidden Desires #2)

Emma

This was heaven.

Gavin’s firm body on mine, the weight of him balanced precariously over me.

His hips thrusting powerfully as he rocked into me.

Pleasure skyrocketing through my veins.

He’d surprised me tonight by asking about taking me there. Of course, I wanted to please him, wanted to show him that I was stronger than my past. I wasn’t going to let a few bad experiences tarnish the fun I knew we could have.

But he’d respected my decision and didn’t push it any further. His understanding and quiet acceptance made me feel all soft and squishy inside.

As Gavin continued thrusting into me, driving us both deeper into pleasure, I was struck with an idea. Just because I wasn’t willing to try that didn’t mean I wasn’t game for something else. If he wanted something different tonight, that was something I could give him. If only he’d ease back on his strict control and let me.

“Gavin?” I groaned.

Rather than respond, he reached out and pinched my nipple, sending a wave of pleasure and pain so sharp through me that I nearly came right then and there.

“I want to be on top,” I whispered, trying a more direct approach.

Without another word, he pulled back and sat in the center of the bed. He looked so sexy with his muscled chest and abs, and his legs spread apart so I could see every inch of his powerful muscled thighs.

“You want to ride this cock? Show me,” he demanded.

I didn’t need to be told twice.

Hardly breathing, I climbed into his lap, straddled him, and gripped him with one hand as I led him to the space between my thighs. Slowly, I rolled his throbbing head over my tight bundle of nerves, groaning at the insistent push and pull of pleasure and tension his heat created. But still, it wasn’t enough.

Wanting to make this good for him, I swirled him around the outside of my opening, watching his eyes as I moved slowly, slowly.

“Jesus,” he grunted.

And then I lowered myself, inch by glorious inch, as deep as I could take him.

Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I anchored myself against him as I tested moving up then down, first teasing his head and then dropping lower until he was finally buried to the hilt.

A deep groan of satisfaction rumbled in his chest. “You’re so tight against me,” he ground out.

“Too tight?” I asked, suddenly unsure if he was experiencing pleasure or actual pain.

“Never. You’re utterly fucking perfect.”

It was slow and torturous for both of us, the rising need and then the instant of relief before it was torn away again, but it was driving me to the edge.

I threw my head back as I arched again, pushing my breasts toward his waiting mouth, and he licked each swell before finding my nipple and sucking hard and deep.

Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I rocked harder, faster, needing to feel him deep and thick inside me. Needing to feel the way his cock twitched as he spiraled closer and closer to the brink with me.

This was everything, and when he finally groaned my name, I knew I had his permission.

With a low cry, I broke apart as the tightly coiled tension inside me spread into ecstasy. He gripped my hips and plunged deeper into me as my body clenched and shuddered around him.

He was coming with me, I knew it, but I was so wrapped up in my own waves of pleasure that I could hardly think. Distantly, I heard him cry my name. And when I finally managed to meet his gaze again, I saw what I was feeling reflected back at me.

He might not know it yet, might not be ready to admit it, but he loved me. Gavin Kingsley loved me, and nothing could stop us now.

After we made love, Gavin held me quietly in his strong arms until I drifted off to that space that was one stop short of sleep. Being here with him in his bed, our naked limbs intertwined beneath the sheets, I couldn’t help but think about how far he’d come since the beginning—when he practically kicked me out immediately after sex.

I was so thankful for all the changes in him, so thankful that he was mine and I was his.

It gave me comfort to provide what he needed. Did it mean I was merely a vessel for his pleasure, that I lost my spirit and sense of self? No, quite the opposite. Being his was a powerful thing—and it wasn’t for the faint of heart.

He stroked my hair, gazing down at me. “Good girl. You made me very happy tonight.”

His praise was everything. It was hard earned, and I couldn’t help but take a second and enjoy this tender moment.

He was changing. We were changing. I should have felt tentative and slightly fearful. Change was often scary. Instead, this was exhilarating. This growth in him was everything I’d ever dreamed about.

Gathering my courage, I opened my mouth to speak the words to him I’d held in for the last several weeks.

“What is it?” Gavin asked, smirking at me. It must have been obvious I had something on my mind.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

“I know we haven’t fully defined this,” I said, starting slowly.

“Yes, we have. You’re my person, remember?”

I nodded. “That’s true.” Nerves rolled through my belly, but I pressed on. “But for me, it’s more. I have these big, mushy feelings for you. I’m crazy about you.”

“I feel the same way, pet. You’re everything to me.”

“I love you, Gavin,” I blurted. “And I just wanted to tell you. You don’t have to say it back just because I said it, but I wanted you to know how I felt. I couldn’t hold it in any longer.”

His lips parted, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything. “Oh, pet. My brave girl.” He stroked my hair, then patted my cheek. “Thank you for telling me.”

But he didn’t return the sentiment. In fact, he didn’t say anything else for several long moments while the deafening silence in the room settled around us until my skin felt itchy and tight.

“Come here. Let me hold you,” he breathed against my hair, and I took a deep breath and let him fold me into his arms.

I hated his stony silence, hated the question mark lingering between us, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret telling him. I did love him. So much it hurt.

A short time later, I woke alone in bed. Gavin’s side of the bed was cool, and missing his body heat, the need to go hunt for him was a necessity. I knew I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep without his firm, muscled body next to mine.

Dressed in Gavin’s discarded button-down shirt, I made my way from the bedroom in search of him. The soft glow of lamplight drew me to his office. I leaned against the doorway, my shirt unbuttoned, hoping I could tempt him back to bed.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

When his weary eyes lifted to meet mine, I didn’t like the stress I saw there, the worry. Unsure what was on his mind, I crossed the room and knelt at his feet. My king.

He reached for my cheek and offered me a sad smile. “Everything’s fine,” he assured me.

I didn’t believe him. “Tell me, Gavin. Please. You can trust me.” I leaned into his touch as my stomach tensed, hoping that my declaration earlier hadn’t freaked him out. Please, God, don’t let it be that.

He petted my hair. “I know I can. But honestly, it’s nothing I want you to worry over. We’re just under a bit of pressure to hire a replacement for Sonja.”

While that was probably true, I doubted that was what had pushed him out of bed in the middle of the night.

“Can I help? Get your mind off things, I mean?”

He didn’t respond, just tilted his head as he watched me. I placed my hand over the bulge in his black boxer briefs, stroking him softly until I coaxed his manhood awake.

Gavin turned his chair from the desk to face me, tugging his boxers down just enough to free himself, but didn’t say a word.

I soothed him the only way I knew he’d allow. Afterward, he laced our fingers together and led me back to bed.