“And, yes. You can take those off.” She knew Gavin would roll his sleeves back next, and Lauren had a serious fascination with the ropes of muscle in his arms. Not to mention the elaborate ink along his right side.
He removed the chrome cufflinks, dropping each in the truck’s cup holder with a clink. As expected, a few quick movements and his cuffs were rolled up enough for her to get a glimpse of the tattoo she’d memorized months ago. With her tongue.
Mmm, so sexy.
“Any chance you’ll give me a hint as to the plans you’ve got in that beautiful head of yours?” Gavin asked as he started the truck and got them on their way.
“Nope. If I tell, you won’t want to wait. You’ll pull the truck over and…” She almost blurted that he’d want to see for himself if she was naked under her dress. “Well, you know. Call me old fashioned, but the first time I have sex as a married woman isn’t going to be in the cab of this truck.”
Time to change the subject or the ninety-minute drive to Galveston would be sheer torture.
“Catch me up on what’s going on at the house. I’ve been so busy with wedding stuff these last few weeks, I feel like I’ve completely abandoned you to the mess out there.”
Gavin gave her a curious glance. He reached over and took her hand, lacing their fingers together and resting them against the center console.
“How about we table that discussion for another time?”
She groaned. “Oh, that can’t be good.”
He lifted their joined hands to his lips. He kissed the inside of her wrist. “It’s fine. There’s no need for us to talk shop on our wedding day.”
“Discussing our new home is talking shop?”
He nodded firmly. “Today it is. Unless it concerns what you’d like to do once we get to the beach, what you’re planning to do with my tie, or the many ways I’d like to show my gratitude for the fact you married me, then the topic will have to wait.”
“The first thing we’re going to do when we get there is change out of these clothes.” Which would take a while, if she had any say in the matter. “Which includes your tie. So…” She turned to face him. “That leaves us with the issue of your gratitude…”
* * *
Good lord.
Gavin was extremely detailed in his descriptions of what he’d like to do to her. His words acted like tiny caresses, igniting her body to the point the slightest movement caused sparks of pleasure to run along her skin. Coupled with the actual touching he’d done—a brush of his thumb across her shoulder, his fingertips down her arm, his palm covering hers while lazily stroking her fingers—by the time they pulled into the driveway at the beach house, Lauren was more than ready for him to get started on the list. Practically panting for it, in fact.
Gavin slipped the truck into park and turned the key. “Ready?”
Lauren went for the door handle. “Hmm, let me think…” Her boots were on the ground before Gavin had a chance to come around to help. She draped the dress over her arm and met him at the front of the truck. His outstretched arm took her mind back to their ceremony.
Gavin had stood so handsome and proud, his face beaming with excitement. He’d spoken with strength and confidence as he pledged his life, his love, to her. Overwhelmed by emotion, Lauren wasn’t able to give as much volume to her voice, but she was no less resolved as she promised herself to him.
As she slipped her hand into his for the second time today and walked with him to the door, she’d never been more sure of anything in her life.
“Let’s get this business out of the way right off the bat.” Gavin worked the lock, and then scooped her into his arms.
Lauren linked her hands around his neck. “Shouldn’t this wait for our permanent home?”
“What? And miss an opportunity to have you against me? Not a chance.”
Lauren nuzzled his neck as he carried her into the house. He didn’t put her down until they were in their bedroom.
“Should we open a bottle of wine?” she asked as he set the lights low. He slid back the curtain covering the sliding glass door.
Their house sat on a private strip of beach, so Lauren wasn’t concerned about being seen—or heard—as he opened the door to let in the mild November air.
He came back to her. “The wine can wait a bit. The only thing I’m interested in right now is making love to my wife.”
“Hmm.” She nipped at his chin. God, she loved the way he smelled. Spicy. Rugged. Male. “Not entirely what I had in mind.”
“No?”
“No.” Lauren smoothed his tie. She kept going until she reached his belt, and then went to work on his shirt, tugging it from his pants. “I’m more interested in fucking my husband.” She started on the lowest button, traveling upward one small disc at a time. “With love, of course.”
Gavin’s nostrils flared as he watched her hands. “Always.”
When she reached his collar, she met his gaze. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
A dimple appeared on one side. “So you’ve been saying.”
She loosened his tie and pulled it free. He frowned when she flung it to the carpet. Before he got too distracted by her actions, she released the final button on his shirt and slid the material over his shoulders. She let gravity do its job. Lauren had more interesting things to do.
She ran her palms over the hard plane of his chest, her gaze trying to take in everything at once. The curves of his biceps. The rounded muscles of his pecs leading to the hard grooves of his stomach. The enticing line of hair below his belly button.
Gavin had always been fit, but his time at the ranch had filled out his frame, giving him a thicker, more chiseled look.
As she trailed her hands lower, Gavin smoothed her hair to the side, exposing her neck. She tilted her head, giving him what he sought as she worked the buckle on his belt.
Lauren knew what was coming. She watched his head descend yet she still experienced a full-body shiver when his mouth met her neck.
The gentle sucking of his lips mixed with the moist heat of his tongue set her ablaze. She fumbled with his belt, her fingers forgetting how to perform the simplest of tasks. Her knees threatened to give out as he worked his way to her ear, stopping to draw lazy circles against the oh-so-sensitive spot behind her lobe.
“I’ve been thinking about this for days. Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” he whispered against her ear. “If I slip my fingers into your panties, will I find your pussy swollen and wet?”
The mention of panties got her back on track.
“Don’t try to distract me with your dirty talk, Mr. Mathis.” Sweet mercy, how she loved his wicked words. “Now, behave and get your pants off so you can help me out of my dress.”
“My pleasure, Mrs. Mathis.” He toed off his shoes. His slacks hit the floor. “Turn around.”
If she hadn’t been wet before, hearing her new title spoken in Gavin’s smooth drawl definitely did the trick.
She gave him her back. He trailed his fingers over the lace. “So pretty, but let’s see what we can do to get you out of this.”
“Preferably with the dress in one piece, if you don’t mind.”
“No promises,” he grumbled as he worked the tiny pearls. “How many damn buttons does one dress need?”
When he slipped the last one free, Gavin spread the material open and warmth spread across her back. His calloused hands roamed. She lifted her arms just enough to give him access. As though he’d read her mind, his palms moved around to cup her breasts.
He muttered an oath. “You’re not wearing a bra.”
She assumed the question was rhetorical, since the answer was quite obvious. She gasped as he squeezed and then rolled her nipples. The sensation traveled to the juncture of her thighs. Her clit swelled to attention, pulsating in time with her rapidly beating heart.
The dress fell from her shoulders. Gavin released her breasts and wrapped his arms around her waist. He pulled her back against his chest.
/> “God, I love you.” He placed a kiss on her temple. Lauren turned her head and he placed another on her cheek. Then another on the edge of her jaw.
“I love you.” She stretched her neck and offered him her mouth.
He kissed her slowly. His tongue brushed the seam of her lips before gently slipping inside. At this angle, Lauren couldn’t do much more than take what he gave her. She met him with the same light, teasing strokes.
Before long, his hands were back on the move. Her belly flip-flopped as he passed over it on the way to where the dress had gathered at her hips. He slipped his fingers under the fabric. With a shimmy of her hips, the dress pooled around her booted feet.
Lauren knew the moment Gavin realized her secret. His sharp intake of breath led to a caress of her bared curves.
“Fuck me, Lauren,” he rasped and cleared his throat. “Have you been naked under your dress the whole day?”
Totally worth it.
“Surprise,” she drawled.
He helped her step from the circle of fabric.
“Surprise, indeed. It’s a damn good thing I didn’t know about this earlier. We’d have consummated our marriage a lot sooner.” He turned her under his arm, his eyes dancing over her as though he were seeing her for the first time. “You are absolutely gorgeous.”
If Lauren had any doubt as to his sincerity, she’d never have been able to stand there, allowing him to look his fill. Her body wasn’t perfect. She’d put on a few pounds since moving to Texas, giving her hips a roundness they’d never had before. But the way Gavin looked at her—as though she was all he’d ever want or need—gave her the confidence to carry out her plan.
“Are you ready for the rest?”
“There’s more? ’Cause I gotta tell you, darlin’… those boots are about to do me in.”
“We’re just getting started. Sit down on the edge of the bed.”
She bent to pick up his tie. Gavin’s eyes narrowed when she wrapped an end around each of her hands and pulled the fabric tight.
“Don’t even think about blindfolding me,” he warned. “I don’t plan to miss a thing.”
“This isn’t for your eyes.” She waggled her wrists.
“Hold up.” Gavin took a step back. “You want to bind my hands?”
“Why not? You’ve done it to me on more than one occasion.” Gavin’s skills with a rope extended far beyond the cattle ranch.
“Yeah, but you enjoy it.”
Theirs wasn’t a formal arrangement of who held control in the bedroom. They were equal partners in all things, yet when it came to restraints, Lauren had been the only one on the receiving end. Not that she’d complain. Truth be known, she preferred Gavin to drive their activities in the bedroom.
Tonight was a special occasion.
“So will you.”
For a moment Lauren thought he’d refuse. Instead, he did as she asked and sat on the bed. He put his wrists together and offered them to her. “I’m all yours, sweetheart.”
“Nope. Behind your back.”
One brow rose, but he complied without a word. Lauren secured his wrists quickly, before he changed his mind.
He tested the bond. “Nicely done. Not too tight, but enough so I can’t slip free.”
A husky laugh bubbled from her throat. “While I realize your fantasies don’t include being restrained, it’s a necessary adjustment to ensure we reach the end.”
“And it’s my fantasy we’re playing out tonight, love?”
Lauren put her mouth to his ear. “Your fantasy of fucking me while I’m wearing nothing but a pair of cowgirl boots? Yes.” She nibbled his earlobe. “Although now that I’ve got you at my mercy, there are so many other things I’d like to do.”
“Show me,” he challenged.
Bound at the wrists and still in control. Damn, she loved this man.
Lauren dropped to her knees. She let her expression, her movements, show how he made her feel.
Sexy. Predatory. Loved.
His pupils had all but devoured the dark blue as he eyed her every move. He spread his legs wider as she maneuvered between them. She cupped his knees, spread her fingertips, and massaged up the inside of his thighs.
“Looks like we forgot something.” She toyed with the edge of his boxer briefs.
“Easily remedied.” Gavin stood and gazed down at her, his expression full of hunger and love.
Lauren tugged the band and released his heavy cock. On her knees, with Gavin towering over her, Lauren couldn’t resist swiping her tongue over the tip. She captured the bead of his arousal and coated her mouth and throat with his flavor.
Gavin kicked his briefs away and resumed his seat. “If your plan is to make me come in your mouth, forget it. You didn’t want us to have truck sex for our first time as a married couple. I’m not going to come anywhere but in your sweet pussy the first time.”
His shoulders rocked as though he was trying to free his hands.
Lauren leaned in and flicked his nipple with her tongue.
“Later then. But that doesn’t mean I can’t do this…” Lauren gripped his length and lowered her head. She ran her tongue along the sensitive skin behind his sac. Gavin tensed, but she didn’t stop there. She licked between his balls and straight up the hard ridge of his cock.
Gavin’s thighs twitched as she circled the head. A guttural noise burst from his chest when she swallowed him whole.
“Christ, Lauren. Your mouth. It’s fucking heaven.”
She eased off, gave him her best I’m-just-getting-started stare, and sucked him in again. Just the head this time. No need to get greedy. She knew what he liked.
Lauren swirled her tongue along the velvety curve of his tip. She captured more of his essence, teasing his slit before taking him to the back of her throat. She held him there, fought to breathe through her nose as she swallowed around him.
“Enough!” he barked. “Jesus, Lauren, I’m not going to last if you keep doing that. Come up here.”
She released him and drew in a breath. Her body hummed as though she’d been plugged into an electrical outlet. Giving him pleasure, driving his lust, made her head swim.
With a parting lick to his shaft, Lauren rose and straddled his lap. The temptation to impale herself on his cock was almost too much to resist. But there was one more thing she wanted to give him.
“Tonight being our wedding night, I’m offering a two-for-one special on fantasies.”
“You’re killing me.”
“Get used to it, cowboy. I aim to make sure you spend the rest of your life completely satisfied. I’m wearing the boots, now all I need is something to ride.”
“Lauren.”
She hooked a hand behind his neck and leaned back, giving him a full view of her torso. She rocked her hips. Her pussy slid along the thick length of his shaft, coating him with her arousal.
“You remember all those times you asked me to touch myself for you? You said you wanted to watch as I made myself come, yet we never seem to make it that far.” Gavin loved watching her so much, he’d end up inside her for a whole different kind of pleasure.
His cock nudged her clit. Oh. Oh, that felt good. Amazing, actually. She repeated the move, slowly rolling back and forth.
“Fuck,” Gavin drawled out the single-syllable word.
“You’d like to watch me come, wouldn’t you, Gavin?”
His gaze darted to where they were almost joined. “Do it,” he commanded. “And since I can’t touch, you’ll have to do it. Use your free hand to play with your nipple. Go on, Lauren. Play for me.”
A moan escaped her throat. She cupped her breast, lifted it, squeezed. She pinched and tugged the puckered tip. A mixture of pleasure and pain shot a wave of heat from her chest to settle between her thighs.
Gavin’s cock slid through her folds, caressing her bundle of nerves with every pass.
Oh, god.
Lost in sensation, Lauren’s head fell back. Her hips moved faster. Her skin tighten
ed, her muscles seized. She thought she heard Gavin curse again before her body exploded in a flash of heat and bright light. Her arms and legs trembled as she rode the wave of her orgasm to its final tremor.
So fucking good.
Gradually, Lauren stopped and opened her eyes. It took a second or two to focus, but when she did, she sucked in what little breath she had left.
Gavin’s cheeks were red. His muscles were flexed tight, and his eyes were dark with barely controlled lust. He licked his lips and smiled.
“My turn.”
* * *
Gavin was the luckiest man alive.
That little show Lauren just put on was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. Next time, he wanted his hands free to play with her clit while she used him to get off.
As beautiful as his wife looked all blissed out in afterglow, he wasn’t done with her.
“I need my hands, Lauren.” He nipped at her bottom lip. “Now.”
Her soft breasts mashed against his chest as she reached around to untie him.
Gavin rotated his wrists, worked his fingers to help her move it along.
“Be still, or you’ll make a mess of the knot.”
The humor in her voice was unmistakable.
“Oh, you think this is funny do you?”
“Maybe a little.”
Gavin’s hands broke free and he grabbed her arms. Lauren squealed as he flipped her to her back. He buried his nose in her neck, drew in her scent before placing his mouth there, sucking lightly, biting not-so-lightly, until she squirmed.
“Gavin!”
He laughed along with her. He knew her body better than she did. He’d spent months learning every sound, every move she made when he touched her.
So, when he poised his cock at her entrance he gave her what she wanted. What they both wanted.
He slammed home with one hard thrust.
Their groans of pleasure intermingled in the air. Gavin hooked his arms behind her knees and lifted her legs, changing the angle so he could press even deeper.
Goddamn.
The heat of her sex surrounded him, intoxicated him. Thank God they’d given up condoms. He didn’t want even the slightest barrier between them.
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