“Rory! What a rude thing to say.” Her cheeks burned as she glanced at Sierra—even her mouth was open in shock.
“I’m headed back to Laramie tomorrow. But tonight, I’m going to town.” A calculating look crossed Rory’s face. “Come on, Sierra, let’s go out.”
Sierra looked even more shocked. “Ah, sure.” She pushed back from the table.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” Gavin asked Sierra.
“Out. With Rory.”
“And where’s that?” Gavin demanded from Rory.
“The Golden Boot.”
“What makes you think I’ll let my sixteen-year-old daughter go to a bar with you?”
“It’s a restaurant. Do you think that’s worse for her than being in this house, listening to the two of you get it on?”
Silence.
“Sierra’s curfew is midnight. Have fun.”
Chapter Twenty
Rielle waited until the front door slammed before she looked across the table at Gavin.
His steely-eyed gaze was focused entirely on her.
“Did they really think we’d pitch a fit about them leaving when we haven’t been alone for four goddamn days? Did it even cross your mind to ask them to stay?”
“No.” The lustful glimmer in his eye served as a warning. He’d have her stripped, bucking beneath him, lost in the pleasure his body brought to hers if she didn’t snatch control right now.
Rielle pushed back from the table and moseyed over to him. Gavin watched her with the heavy-lidded gaze that caused her pulse to skip.
“Something on your mind, Ree?”
“You.” She straddled his lap and fingered the collar of his black dress shirt. “I’ll admit disappointment you took off that sexy tie. I had plans for it.” She pressed an openmouthed kiss on his neck. “You ever been restrained, tycoon?”
“Ah. No.”
“Might be fun.” Rielle sucked on his throat, then whispered, “Imagine how the silky fabric would feel floating over your skin. On your chest.” She eased back far enough to slide her hands down his pectorals. Then lower. “On your belly.” When she found his hard shaft through his dress pants, she stroked it. “Wrapped around this. Such softness against hardness. Coolness on such heat.”
“Jesus,” he hissed.
Rielle kissed him. Slowly. Savoring him. Licking and sucking on that pouty bottom lip. Her hands clamped onto his head as she rolled her hips. She cranked up the intensity, making his tongue chase hers. Trapping his head as she ravished his mouth. She broke free and arched her back.
He blinked at her abrupt departure, but the sleepy haze of lust remained in his eyes.
“Undress me,” she said softly. His palms slid down her back. “Take off my camisole.”
A soft groan escaped after he tossed the stretchy top to the floor and her br**sts were shoved under his chin.
“You want to touch me, Gavin?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Show me.”
Then his hot mouth enclosed the peak of her nipple. Another groan reverberated against her flesh as he suckled more strongly. His hands caressing, plumping the globes together to better access the tightened tips. He’d push them apart, licking and burying his face in her cle**age. His fingers pinching and twirling her ni**les, skating close to the edge of pain.
Rielle wanted to leap over that dividing line between pleasure and pain right now. “Gavin. Wait.”
“Goddamn, don’t make me stop.” He scraped his whiskered cheek over the hard nub. “I love your tits. I could spend all night seeing how many times I can make you come.”
She bit the shell of his ear harder than he was used to. He froze. “Do that to me.”
His gaze snapped to hers. “Is that really what you want?”
She nodded.
“Say it.”
“Use your mouth on me harder. Use your teeth.”
A sexy growling noise escaped and then it was on. Gavin unleashed the beast. Lashing tongue and sucking lips interspersed with hard nips. Each time he used his teeth, she swore her skin would give way to the bite. Then he’d back off. Nuzzle and nip. Tease and tantalize. Rendering her so wet and needy her thighs were soaked.
His deep whisper in her ear sent a tingle down her spine. “There’s no one here but us, Ree,” he murmured against her throat. “No need to be quiet. I want to hear you come.” He bit down on her right nipple, using the perfect erotic combination of pressure, suction and air to propel her higher and hurl her off the ledge, straight into bliss.
Her orgasm was beyond explosive. She gasped, shocked that the insistent tug of his mouth on her nipple traveled in an electric line straight to her clit. Her pu**y muscles clenched and she held on through each forceful throb.
After the last pulse faded, she realized she’d dug her fingers into Gavin’s biceps so deeply her hands had cramped. Her vision was still a little spotty when she looked at him.
He smiled cockily.
Pushing upright, she unlocked her fingers from his arms. “Sorry. I hope I didn’t leave marks.”
“I hope you did.” Gavin placed a kiss on her palm and the tip of each finger. “Because that would be f**king hot as hell. Looking in the mirror in the morning and being reminded of this.”
For claiming not to be a smooth talker, Mr. Daniels certainly could teach his sweet-talkin’ McKay cousins a lesson or two. Rielle unbuttoned his shirt. “You look good in black.” She undid the last button and peeled the fabric down his arms. “But you look even better like this.” She curled her hands around his rib cage and strummed his ni**les with her thumbs.
“You going to let me take you to bed now?”
“No. I decided I’d better teach you a lesson about snatching control when it’s not yours to take.” She pinched his ni**les.
Gavin sucked in a sharp breath. “Honey, I didn’t take control, you lost control the instant I put my mouth on you. No shame in that.” He drew a line across the tops of her br**sts.
Rielle knocked his hands away and shimmied down his thighs, dropping to her knees.
His body went rigid.
She flicked open the button on his dress slacks and unzipped him. “Stand and take off your pants. Boxers too.”
Gavin stood so fast he knocked the chair over.
She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.
Then he was completely naked. Were her eyes deceiving her, or was Gavin a little unsure about being stripped bare in front of her, with all the dining room lights on?