Sweet Seduction ✔︎

|7| 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝑰'𝒎 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅

She was falling again, the galaxy of stars spread like a velvet blanket around her. Except this time, she would land right in the arms of this strong, complicated man who made her heart hurt and her body burn.

He slipped his hands to the sides of her neck, deepening the kiss. She curled her fists into his shirt front, already lightheaded with blissful sensations. The taste of him—scotch and pure maleness—lit her blood on fire.

He moved off the stool without breaking the contact of their mouths. Took hold of her waist and lifted her right against him, as if she weighted no more than a feather. She obeyed the unspoken command and wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

He curved his large hands down to her bottom, holding her in place as he strode out of the kitchen. Freya was so awash in pleasure that she didn’t notice until he lifted his head that they were in his bedroom.

Her heart hammered, excitement and a hint of trepidation rising inside her. Much as she’d teased him, she wasn’t at all certain she could actually take everything he could, and would, give her. He was worlds apart from the college boys she’d been with—a hard, wounded, disciplined solider whose innate sense of command permeated all parts of his life.

He lowered her slowly, letting her body slide against his. Her nipples stiffened, her thighs trembling. His breath escaped as he pulled her shirt over her head, revealing the purple lace bra that pushed her breasts into a generous valley of cleavage. She thought for sure he would take her skirt off next, but instead he turned her around so her back was to him.

Gavin’s breath brushed her nape. His body was a solid wall behind her, his erection shoving against her lower back. He placed his hand flat on her midriff and worked it under her skirt and tights, right into her cleft.

Freya gasped, arching into his touch. He took her other hand and guided it to his groin. Arousal flared through her. She palmed the heavy, thick ridge of his erection, following it to where it rested along his thigh. Good God.

“On the bed.” His voice was a low, guttural order that Freya couldn’t have disobeyed if she’d tried.

Which she didn’t.

She climbed onto the bed, goosebumps prickling her skin. Before she could turn back around, he slid his hands to her thighs, parting them. She twisted to look at him over her shoulder, her breath catching at his expression—severe and unreadable save for the lust burning deep and dark in his blue eyes.

He motioned with his forefinger for her to turn again. She did, grabbing a pillow because she had a feeling she would need something to hold on to. Gavin stroked his hands over her legs, pausing to trace the flowers on her tights with his fingers. Then he flipped her skirt up and rubbed her bottom, the heat of his large palm burning through her tights and underwear.

He grasped the waistband of her tights and panties. She squeezed her eyes shut as he yanked them down, baring her ass and the cleft of her pussy, which she knew was already shiny with arousal. She buried her face in the pillow, a blush rising hot to her cheeks at the sudden, shocking realization that Gavin Knight—the man she’d teased relentlessly for a year—was now gazing at her private parts.

For all her flirtations and fantasies, she hadn’t considered what it would feel like to actually be exposed to this battle-hardened man who had a wealth of experience over her. Turned out it was thrilling, wildly exciting, and a little scary all at the same time.