Her eyes narrowed. “None of your business.”
He swept his hand up across her sex, and she gasped. “Answer me.”
“No.”
Pleasure shot through her as his fingers teased her, then stopped. “When was the last time you fucked a man, Elizabeth?”
She knew better than to give him that kind of control. She’d already given up too much. “When was the last time you fucked a woman, Gavin?”
He swept his fingers along the side of her panties, and she swore if he got anywhere near her clit she’d come. “You want me to lick your *, don’t you? You want me to make you come, don’t you?”
Her sex throbbed; her mind awash with the visuals of his head buried between her legs, his soft tongue lashing her * until she screamed in orgasm. “Yes. Make me come, Gavin.”
“Then answer me. “
“Why do you need to know?”
He shrugged, his fingers lightly teasing the satin material of her panties. It was a breath, a whisper of touch across her sex. Enough for her to feel it, yet . . . not enough. “I want to know. Tell me. How long has it been?”
“Two years.”
He frowned. “Is that the truth?”
“Yes.”
“Damn, Liz. Look at me.”
She dragged her gaze to his. He grabbed the tiny wisps of material at her hips and ripped. She gasped; he smiled, then dragged the remnants of her very expensive panties away. Her naked butt hit the granite counter, and she shivered.
“Cold?”
“A little.”
He swept his hand under her butt and lifted her, then planted his mouth on her sex.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. It was so good. She lifted, watching him as he slid his tongue in a wide arc across her clit, then dragged his tongue down her * lips, shoving it inside her.
“Gavin,” she whispered, trembling at the sensations of his tongue rolling along her flesh.
It had been so long since a man had touched her. She didn’t allow it for so many reasons. Sex was so complicated, and often she got so little out of it.
Thoughts fled as she gave up and allowed herself to feel, to experience the magic as he sucked her clit, ran his tongue up and down her *, licked her until she fought for every ragged breath.
He grasped her wrists and held her, his fingers digging into her skin, the pain only intensifying the sensations as he took her to the edge of control.
And embarrassingly, she wasn’t going to last. She wanted to because this was the sweetest pleasure she’d ever felt. It was magic, and she was only going to have it once. But the rushing tide of orgasm wouldn’t hold, and she lifted, cried out, and came, her climax a shock wave of sensation that zapped her nerve endings with unbearable pleasure. Gavin tightened his hold on her while he lapped up everything she had to give.
Her muscles quivered, and he helped her sit up, his face wet from her. Her hand shaking, she used her thumb to swipe across his chin. He grabbed her thumb and sucked it, his gaze still dark with unquenched desire. He handed her wineglass to her, and she took a couple long swallows to quench the raw thirst in her throat, but it didn’t quench her thirst for him.
She was afraid it would take a long time for that thirst to be slaked.
He lifted her into his arms and placed her on her feet. All she wore was her skirt and bra, which was off-kilter. He was still completely dressed, his hard cock visible against his dark slacks.
He grabbed her hand. “Come on.”
He led her down the hall, her bare feet padding along the wood floor toward the master bedroom that was all burgundy and cream and wide windows overlooking the ocean. She wished it was daylight so she could see outside, but there were open French doors leading to the terrace, a soft breeze blowing inside, and a lazy fan circling over the . . .
Oh, my God.
A bed that could sleep at least six people.
Now she understood the appeal of this house for Gavin.
It was the bed. Had to be the bed.
She wondered how many people he’d had in that bed at one time.
“You rent this house before?”
“I own this house, Elizabeth.”
Yes, it definitely made sense.
“Plan many orgies?” she asked as she wandered into the room and stopped at the foot of the massive four-poster.
He frowned. “Huh?”
“That bed is not made for one, or two, people to sleep in.”
He continued to give her a confused look, then glanced at the bed and back at her. “Oh. I sprawl. I like a big bed.”
“Gavin, that goes beyond big bed. That’s the kind of bed a polygamist would covet.”
“I don’t have orgies, Elizabeth.” He grabbed a remote off one of the nightstands, pushed a button and the drapes started to close.
“Oh, please, don’t shut all the night out. I like it open and breezy. It’s not like you have peeping neighbors or anything.”
He clicked the button and reopened them.
“Thank you.”
He tossed the remote to the table. “Undress.”
She put her hands on her hips. “You like giving orders.”