Rescued By My Kidnapper

Rescued By My Kidnapper 16

I was lying on the bed, heart racing, body melting and waiting. Waiting for Gavin. I didn't know this day would come where we would sleep together. Just sleep. Nothing else.

The thought just made my heart race even faster. I closed my eyes in content, letting out a sigh. Just then I heard the bathroom door open, and my eyes immediately flew open.

It was him, all glorious with his wet slick hair and his chest. I couldn't look away. Having the guy you like infront of half naked is something you can't look away from. A blush crept to my cheeks.

"Like what you see?" Gavin smirked at me.

"Yes" I said too quickly, without thinking. With a red face, I hid myself under the bedsheets. I heard a chuckle from him. It was quiet for a while until I felt the beedseets stripped away from me, and for a moment, I felt naked without it. In one move, Gavin brought me to my feet, exposing his body once again to my violet eyes.

"You're pretty when you blush," he sighed, his hands cupping my cheeks," and I can't help but love the fact that I'm causing it."

As you would expect, my cheeks were burning to the point where you its hot enough to cook eggs. I rested my head on him and he immediately engulfed me in a hug. There was so much warmth radiating from his body I can't help but take it all in. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we stayed there. No words exchanged. But I knew he didn't want to let go.

Then a thought occurred to me and I smirked a little. I tiptoed on my feet and brought my lips to his neck. And gently bit it.

A soft moan escaped from his lips and I could feel his body shiver beneath my touch. I left a trail of small kisses on his neck and explored his chest with my hands. I was getting hot and so was Gavin.

It thrilled me to have this effect on him. He let me devoured him, his arms tight around my waist. Then he brought hua hands under my shirt and that told me he was gonna give payback for what I did. It took all of my strength to stop and slip away from his grasp. My action was anti climax and I could see the distinct disappointment in his face.

I feigned tiredness and even managed a fake yawn. "I'm tired. I'll sleep first," I said as though a few minutes ago, nothing happened. I snuck a glance at his face and he narrowed his eyes at me, understanding my game. His confusion only showed for a second.

I lay back down under the cover and gave him a playful smile. He returned it and a secret message passed between us. Then, he went to his wardrobe to fetch some clothes. By then, I was already looking away. A few minutes later I felt a warm presence beside me. I reveled in his scent. He scooted towards me and wrapped my arms around me.

"Turn around," he whispered in my ear, his hot breath brought tingles down my spine. Yet, I pretended I didn't hear him. He locked me in his arms, preventing an escape.

Just great.

I've realised I've never won in any "game" we played. Hell, I dont think I've kissed him before. Although I was locked in his embrace, I felt safe not threatened. I felt loved not trapped. I felt cared.

And that was all I ever wanted I didn't want my mum to leave because I know no one else would care for me like age would. I thought the word "caring" didn't exist. At first I thought maybe my dad would, but look at what he'd done to me.

People at school weren't nice either, so I just gave up on all that love crap. Then he came.

With his breath tingling my neck and his playful attempts, I couldn't help but think there was so much more than that. It was love. And a few weeks ago, I considered him a bastard.