Worth Everything (Worth It 4)

He chuckled. “I promise.”

She smiled. “Then yes, please dry me off.”

She stood still on the thick rug, savoring how Gavin rubbed her with the towel, his grip firm, his touch sensual. He moved down her body, over her breasts, along her stomach, crouching before her so he could dry her legs. She closed her eyes as he dried the back of her legs, her backside, her belly again…

The soft press of his mouth against her hipbone startled her eyes open, and she gazed down at him, watched in silent wonder as he slid hi

s mouth in a meandering path across her belly. He’d discarded the towel, his hands skimming up and down her legs, going higher, spreading her thighs the slightest bit just as his mouth hovered over her sex.

“Let me taste you,” he murmured against her flesh, waiting for her permission to continue.

A strangled sound escaped her, and she jerked her head yes. Without hesitation, he slipped his tongue between her legs, sampling her, teasing her clitoris, circling it in a delightful motion that had her quivering where she stood.

She was primed from his wicked mouth, already hanging on the edge of orgasm. When he slipped one finger, then two inside her, pumping deep again and again, his lips latched onto her clit, tongue teasing the swollen bit of flesh, she lost all control and came with a sob.

Wave after delicious wave washed over her body, consuming her. She set her hand on top of his head to steady herself, overwhelmed by the quivery sensations the climax brought her. He gentled his mouth on her sensitive skin, slipped his fingers from within her body and stood, reaching for her. Cradling her face in his hands, he tilted her head back for his kiss, his mouth softly seeking.

Stasia opened to him, tasted herself on his lips and tongue. She grabbed hold of his shoulders, tugging him close so their bodies collided. He growled against her mouth and hauled her into his arms, carrying her out of the bathroom toward the giant bed that dominated his bedroom.

He deposited her on the bed and followed after her, positioning himself so he was above her, his hips cradled between her legs, his cotton-covered erection brushing against her center. She slid her hands down his chest, marveling anew at the hard muscle and sinew, the faint bit of hair that grew between his pectorals. He was beautifully built, all restrained power and strength. A buzz jolted through her when he reached for her, his fingers curled about one breast, his thumb brushing across her nipple back and forth.

She fell back against the bed with a moan of submission and closed her eyes. Allowed to be swept away by his touch, his nearness, oh, and his soft, soft lips. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to her neck, his tongue sneaking out to lick, tease. Taste.

Tantalize.

“I want to help you forget everything,” he murmured close to her ear just before he sank his teeth into her flesh. “Everything they said, everything they did.”

She shivered and gasped, wound her arms around his neck, clinging to him. “Yes, Gavin. I need that.”

He lifted away from her. “Open your eyes.”

She lifted her lids, found him watching her, a fierce gleam in his eyes. “Why?” She was breathless, more than ready to be consumed by him once again. He knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed and she appreciated that. More than he would ever know.

“Look at me.” His gaze never left her as he struggled out of his underwear, which made her smile. He was sweet and sexy, demanding and in control. A combination she found intoxicating. “You’ll get what you want. You have to believe in that.”

More than anything, at this very moment, she wanted him. Only him. “Gavin…”

“I believe in you.” He pulled away from her, grabbed a condom from the bedside table and sheathed himself, his gaze locked with hers. “Don’t let them get you down.”

She wrinkled her brow. “Are you giving me a pep talk in the middle of sex?”

Gavin smiled, looking embarrassed. “Maybe.”

Her heart cracked. She wasn’t supposed to let her heart get involved in this, but it was too late. And despite how macho and gruff he tried to be, he really was sweet. Endearing.

“Come here,” she whispered.

He bent his head, his mouth brushing hers, and she opened to him, wanting his invasion, her tongue sneaking out to meet his. The kiss turned instantly hot, carnal, and she pulled him close, spreading her legs, eagerly waiting for his cock to slip inside her body.

And when he did, it felt as if he belonged there. Forever.

Damn, she felt amazing, all velvety tight hotness gripping his cock like a fist. Gavin paused his shallow thrusts, sweat beading his brow, that familiar tingling at the base of his spine threatening to take him straight into orgasm.

It was too soon, he wasn’t ready, and Stasia was most definitely not ready. He needed to prolong this, make it perfect for both of them, because damn it, he wanted to take care of her.

Hell. He cared for her. Far too much. His runaway emotions were venturing into a territory that scared him, but he was doing it anyway. Blithely ignoring the warning bells clanging in his head because he never did this, never allowed himself to become too close to a woman, to actually feel something for her.

Stasia made him feel too much. He literally ached for her, wanted to nurture her, make sure she was okay. He wanted her to feel safe when she was with him. But how did he tell her? He had no problem showing her, but letting the words fall from his lips? That was a whole different category altogether.