Chapter 27

chapter twenty-seven

Quinn

I really didn't know what to expect when Gavin said he wanted to cook me dinner, or how he ended up having his apartment to himself, but I like it.

"Okay, Gordon Ramsay, how can I help?"

He cages me in against the counter, then bops me on the nose, "You aren't helping. You are watching."

I poke my lip out like I've been scalded and he just laughs, using his giant hands to lift me onto the counter. I can't help but smile, "I can't believe you just manhandled me!"

"What's wrong, Daisy? You aren't used to being manhandled ?"

The emphasis he places on the word to imply I've never been with a man makes me ache between my legs. Because I remember exactly what it felt like when he was between them weeks ago. Very manly.

"I've only been manhandled once ."

He stares at me a moment, and I watch as his chest moves with each breath. Part of me wants to yank him in by his shirt and devour him, but the other part knows we should try and take it slow. Get to know each other for real.

His grin grows wicked, "You ready to be blown away by my cooking skills?"

"I am starving." I jump off the counter and join him. "But I'm helping because I don't like being told what to do."

He rolls his eyes, "You are a handful, aren't you?"

I walk past him, "I think you know just how much of a handful I am."

He pulls some dough out of the fridge and slaps it on the counter. "You ever made homemade pizza?"

I grin, "Of course I have."

"Then help me, woman."

I stand next to him at the counter and watch as he dumps the sauce onto the dough. He's so focused on what he's doing, I can't help but mess with him. I dip my finger into the red sauce and brush it down his cheek.

He turns to face me, "You did not just do that?"

I giggle, and he flings sauce at me off the spoon he's holding. "Ahhh!" I squeal, running to the other side of the island to bend down, but I'm not as fast as him. He meets me on the other side and rubs the spoon down my neck to my cleavage.

I stop breathing for a few seconds, and when his gaze returns to mine it's darker than before.

Greedy.

His eyes drop to my mouth, and I can feel his breath against my lips. "You have pizza sauce in your hair."

"And you have pizza sauce on your face," I lean in and quickly lick some off.

He chuckles, "Come here."

Quickly, his lips are on mine. He presses his body into me, and when I open my mouth allowing our tongues to touch, he groans. I melt into him and in one swift movement he lifts me up and sweeps everything off the counter, the sauce bowl crashing to the floor.

I push my hand under his t-shirt and my thighs clench when I feel his abs. It's been too long since I've touched him and I've imagined it for so many days, now that it's actually happening? I'm freaking out a little.

He's like a drug.

I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head, admiring him. When our lips reconnect he's needy. "Gav?—"

"Tell me to stop…" he hums, his nose sliding up my neck. "Tell me to stop and I will."

"No way," I breathe, digging my nails into his shoulder blades. "Touch me."

A small groan works its way out of him, "Tell me where."

The demand makes goosebumps radiate up my arms, and my body heats with passion. My silence makes him ask again.

"What about here?" He says, running his knuckle over my bra. "Or here?" He continues down to the button on my jeans.

My lips part and before I can speak he claims them again in a bruising kiss.

"Tell me where, Daisy."

I suck in a heedy breath, "Everywhere. Touch me everywhere."

His teeth nibble at my ear, "Yes ma'am."

My shirt is up and over my head and my bra on the floor in record time. His mouth instantly falls to my nipples, and I arch my back, pushing my body closer to him. Gavin slows his pace, taking his time to look at every inch of me. His kisses turn tender as he works his way down my torso.

He stops at the waistband of my jeans and pulls away. I stare at his naked chest and rake my eyes down to the very prominent hard length pushing against his pants. I forgot how big he is, how full I felt with him inside me.

His hands fall to the button on my jeans and he slips them off. Now I'm sitting on the counter in nothing but a black thong. The granite cold against my ass cheeks.

"This is so fucking sexy," he rasps, tracing the outline of my panties with the tip of his finger. He doesn't dare take them off, instead pushing them to the side as slips a finger inside me.

My breath hitches, and I reach up to steady myself against his movements. "Fuck, yeah." I all but moan.

"Is this where you wanted me to touch you?"

He pushes his finger deeper into me and I whimper. "Gavin, yes."

Pulling out and taking my panties with him, he slips two fingers back inside. My eyes close, and my head falls back. His lips make their way from my hip to my clit, and my eyes fly open. His tongue rakes slowly from the base of his fingers to the top of my folds, over and over until I'm nearly breathless.

I push my hips against him, wanting more, anything he will give me. He's everywhere. Touching me with his other hand, he rubs his thumb across my bottom lip. I whimper, needing to come.

"That's it, pretty girl. I wanna taste you."

With those words, I lose it. I watch him look up at me wickedly from between my thighs and right as I'm about to come down, he pulls his fingers out of me, and they disappear into his mouth.

I love Gavin's golden retriever side, but I like this side of him just as much.

"I need to feel you," he whispers in my ear. My heart is still beating rapidly against my ribcage. I need him just as much.

My hands fall to the waistband of his sweats and push them down, letting him spring free. He stares at me, and it's like we're having a full conversation without actually speaking.

"I'll be right back," He walks to his room and quickly reappears with a condom. He slides it down his length and doesn't speak, just glares at me like he might devour me, then aligns himself at my entrance.

He pushes himself in and grips my lower back, positioning me closer to the edge of the counter. "Relax."

I do what he says, and allow my legs to fall open as far as possible.

"Kiss me," I demand, the words coming out so breathless it's barely a mumble.

He hears me. His lips fall to mine, and once again, it's demanding. He claims me…my mouth, my body, my fucking soul.

"I need more," I beg, bucking my hips closer to him. So desperate for every inch of him. He presses his finger against my lips to shut me up and then replaces it with his lips.

I cry into his mouth with every thrust and a cascade of euphoria ripples through my body. A feeling only he can bring me to. A feeling that I wish I could bottle up and carry around with me everywhere.

He groans softly against my collarbone, and I feel his body jerk with pleasure. He slows his pace, but not completely as he whispers in my ear, "I can't last when you are screaming my name. It fucks me up in the best way."

I didn't even realize I was saying his name, that's how far gone I was.

"I'm not sorry," I pant, feeling empty as he pulls out of me.

He slips the condom off, tossing it into the trash, and in one swift motion he lifts me off the counter. He sets my feet gently on the floor and pulls me by the hand to his bathroom.

He turns the shower on, and pulls a towel from the closet. His mouth dips down and kisses mine. It's gentle and tender but over way too quickly. "We made a mess. I'm gonna get that pizza in the oven, extra pineapple right?"

I scrunch my nose, "Ew, no! Never."

He shakes his head and chuckles, "You think you know someone."

Yanking the towel from his hand, I step into the shower, but make no mistake, I watch his naked ass walk out of here.

When I reenter the kitchen a few minutes later I hear him. "Nice fit." Gavin smirks.

I curtsy in front of him in his giant eagles t-shirt. "My clothes were still in here on the floor, so I borrowed yours."

He tosses the last of the broken glass into the trash can, "You can wear my clothes anytime you want. I tossed your shirt in the washer before the sauce stained it."

"Such a gentleman," I tease.

He pulls me closer to him by the hem of his shirt, "Is that what I was a few minutes ago? A gentleman?"

I roll my eyes, "A gentleman is the last thing you should be with your dick inside me."

His smirk is flirtatious and downright addicting, "Fair enough. A gentleman in the streets and a freak in the sheets… or the countertop in this case."

I chuckle, "You're funny."

"Funny and charming?"

I flirt back, "Charming, sexy, a little awkward."

His brows pull together tightly and I can tell he is thinking I meant awkward just then while we were having sex.

"Awkward cute, but trust me there was nothing awkward about the way you just chowed my meow."

He bursts into a fit of laughter, "That might be my new favorite way to refer to what just happened."

I blow out a ragged breath, "Well, you're welcome to do that anytime you want."

His beautiful smile fills his face, "Oh trust me, I plan on doing that every single chance I get."

A huge grin invades my face and he continues, "And you know what else I plan on doing?"

"Getting that pizza out before it's black?" I tease.

"Making you fall for me."

I can't keep the redness from painting my cheeks, "Yeah?"

"You better believe it."