Sugar

“What are you staring at?”

“Your mouth.”

“Why?”

“I want to kiss you.”

I frowned. “Why?”

His lashes lifted, his eyes turning almost pleading. “Can I kiss you, Avery Dean? I’ll show you how a good kiss should feel.”

“Are you screwing with me?”

He shook his head. “No. Just trying to salvage an otherwise shitty day. Say yes, Avery. Please.” His breathing shifted, and something tightened in the air around us. “I’ll beg.”

Never expecting anything like this from Gavin, I nodded.

His eyes watched me as he moved forward. His arms loosely curled around my back. “Shut your eyes.”

Everything went dark as my lashes lowered. His voice, a gravel scrape against my temple sent shivers down my spine.

“If you tell me to kiss you, I will.” His arms remained around my back, cradling me to his front as his voice traveled to my other ear. “If you tell me to make you feel better, I can. Just tell me what to do. I can’t bear to see you cry, Avery Dean. Tell me what to do.”

My heart tripped out of beat and sped into double time. Licking my lower lip, I tried to remain still on his lap as excitement rushed through my veins. His words put me under some sort of spell, and though I was hardly moving, I was out of breath.

“Kiss me,” I whispered.

The soft press of his lips warmed my mouth. His arms tightened, and I sucked in a breath. Pressure built in strange places, warm enough to make my outsides shiver.

His mouth firmed against mine, not hard, but undeviating, as if seeking to get inside. My lips parted, and his tongue teased like silk along the seam, pushing past my teeth and licking deeper.

A rush of blood raced to my heart, and I shifted on his lap. Our heads tilted, as our mouths played, pulling, tasting, feeling. I liked the way it felt. All of it. Especially his arms around me. In that moment I seemed the only person who existed to him. His focus became a drug I wanted to take again and again.

His hand lowered to the back of my jeans and nudged me closer. Something pressed against my crotch and I broke the kiss, looking down.

His mouth kicked up in a half grin. “Sorry. You’re a good kisser.”

I had brothers, so I knew about erections. I’d just never seen one before. “Should I touch it?”

He laughed. “Definitely not. Drew would kill me.”

So? “Drew’s not here.”

His expression froze as he studied me for a silent second. “We can’t have sex.”

“Okay.” I didn’t want to have sex anyway. “Show it to me.”

His mouth curved a second after I said those words. It was if they were magic words, words that filled him with the same feelings I had when we were kissing.

He slid me off his lap and lifted his hips, rolling down the zipper of his jeans. Flicking open the button, he reached inside, and my eyes widened. It was the first time I’d seen this part of a man, and it looked swollen enough to cause pain—to a girl and to him.

“Does it hurt?”

He laughed. “No.” His fingers curled around it and slowly tugged.

“Wanna feel it?”

I nodded before I fully made up my mind.

He took my hand and wrapped it around his, and together we stroked. “It’s warm.”

His eyes grew heavy as my fingers explored, finding the crown to be the softest part. I gasped as a pearl of moisture transferred to my finger.

“Taste it.”

My gaze jerked to his. “What?”

“Some girls like it.”

“Really?”

He shrugged. “Men love having their dick sucked.”

That wasn’t exactly the same as women loving the job. I wanted to know if I liked it. “Can I try it on you?”

He watched me through the slits of his heavy eyes. “You're too curious for your own good. Will you let me try it on you if I let you do it to me?”

My underwear was wet, and I tried to remember which ones I put on that morning. “Okay.”

He kissed me, and this time, it was different, deeper, more intentional. He eased me to my back on the couch, and my pants were suddenly open. I lifted my hips, but he only pulled them down to my thighs. As his tongue teased mine, his fingers swirled over my lower belly, drifting closer and closer to my underwear. I sucked in a breath as his fingers lifted the fabric and teased the patch of hair underneath.

“I’m guessing no one’s ever touched you here.”

“No, but that’s okay.”

He pushed my jeans down a little more and glided the tip of a finger through the seam of my folds. Damp skin parted, and a sound I’d never made escaped my throat. “Sorry.”

His eyes lifted as his finger softly teased. “Noises are okay. They tell the guy if you like what he’s doing.” He pressed a little deeper, and I gasped.