Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
He nodded, a small, almost shy smile kicking his mouth into a lopsided grin. “I did.”
“It’s wonderful. I’ve never had baked gnocchi before.” It was hearty and delicious, the perfect meal against the chilly night air. “Did you learn it from Aaron?”
“Nope. My grandmama.”
I smiled at his affectionate names for his grandparents, at the love in his voice when he spoke of them. It made him real, human, and dammit, even more attractive, if that was even possible. Tonight, he’d dressed like the rock star he was in jeans that fit his body like a glove, a faded black T-shirt, a leather cuff on his wrist and his hair sexily messy. “I’ll bet she was great.”
“Oh, she was,” Aaron piped in. I dreamed of meeting a girl like her when I was in the military and packed with a bunch of men nonstop.” He laughed to himself, a wistful smile on his face. “It took a lifetime to meet her. I worked as a cruise ship chef sailing the Mediterranean and then as a roadie for a rock band, but you know where I met her? A small-town library when the tour bus broke down.”
“No way! That’s a movie,” I insisted and looked to Gavin. “That’s totally a movie plot, isn’t it?”
Gavin smiled and shook his head. “Should be, though.”
I couldn’t agree more. Granddaddy Aaron had lived his life to the fullest. He’d seen the world and then he’d fallen in love and settled down with the woman of his dreams. They had kids, a home, and a business together. A full life of love and of happiness. Exactly what I wanted. And was no closer to getting as long as I spent my free time with a nomadic rock star playboy.
Granddaddy Aaron stood with a mischievous sparkle in his eye. “I think I’ll head to bed now, leave you kids to have some time to yourselves.” With a final wink, he shuffled off, whistling an unfamiliar tune.
The air crackled between us and I turned to Gavin’s smiling eyes. “He doesn’t do subtlety very well, does he?”
“He has a lot of talents, but subtlety isn’t one of them.”
“It’s refreshing, that kind of honesty, don’t you think?” He didn’t sugarcoat his words, didn’t temper his salty language and somehow, it only made me want to know more from the older man.
“Until he starts telling embarrassing stories of my childhood to a woman I’m trying to impress.”
I laughed. “As if I didn’t already know you were a teenage heartbreaker, but I did love that blow job story.”
“He was supposed to be at the diner!”
I laughed again. “At least he had the courtesy of letting you finish.”
Gavin grunted his embarrassment. “Yeah. So good of him.”
His embarrassment was more appealing than I could have ever imagined and it made me feel bold. “We can replace that couch memory with another, but only if you’re up to it.”
Gavin sat up straight, his expression dark and hungry. “I am.”
“Good.” I pushed away from the table and stood. “But you have to promise to be quiet.”
“I will be,” he growled and stood, stepping into my personal space.
I shook a finger at him and backed up. “Pretty sure growling isn’t on the list.”
“Sorry.” Gavin mouthed the word and took another step forward and then another, forcing me back until I was pressed against the wall. “Better?” He mouthed the word again.
I was so turned on that all I could do was nod.
“Good.” This time, the word came out barely above a whisper and it shot straight between my thighs, making me highly aware of just how wet I was already.
“Let’s keep it that way,” I told him and pressed my lips to his, my body catching on fire instantly. The kiss was incredible, hot and slow, building a fire with just one ember. My fingers speared in his hair and his hands flew to my hips, pulling me close to feel that he was already hard. Long and hard and oh-so-deliciously thick.
Somehow, our little dance carried us to the place we needed to be: the sofa. Gavin pulled me down on top of him and I happily straddled his hips, thrusting my fingers in his hair and fitting our mouths back together, a puzzle that belonged perfectly. His lips were soft and commanding, sliding between mine until our tongues touched and fireworks exploded inside of me.
My hips moved slowly, back and forth along the length of his erection, pulling a gasp from me. “Gavin,” I moaned and nibbled his bottom lip.
“Suzie,” he growled and gripped my hips. His hands slid up my thighs and under the skirt of the wrap dress I’d worn for this very moment. Up and up his hands slid, until his thumbs found my core, wet and sticky. “Suzie.” Gavin pulled back. “No panties.”
“Surprise?”
He let out a low chuckle and kissed me again while his thumbs played my body like it was his trustworthy guitar. His fingers were nimble and capable and I couldn’t get enough.