Page 53 of Reaching Gavin

Chapter Nineteen

The next morning,I was actually sore. I left Gavin in bed still sleeping and decided to take a quick shower. The jacuzzi tub looked tempting, but if I played my cards right, I could sneak down and make Gavin breakfast before he was awake. It would be eggs—the only food I knew how to cook—but it was something and he was going to need to rebuild strength after last night.

It took an embarrassingly long time to figure out how to turn on each of the four separate shower heads, since I’d only been blessed with normal showers until this point in my life. But it seemed rude not to enjoy the whole experience. I stepped under the water and allowed the heat to wash over my tired muscles. I felt like I’d done hours at the gym yesterday. It was a cardio plan I could get behind. Gavin was tireless, which probably accounted for why he was still sleeping now.

I’d just begun to wash my hair when a pair of strong hands caught my hips. Startling and getting soap in my eye in the process, I stepped backwards into his embrace. God, his body felt amazing.

“That’s the second time I’ve woken alone,” he said. “I don’t like it.”

My heart did a little flip. Not that this was something to get used to. Tomorrow we would return to Seattle and to our separate lives, which meant figuring out a lot about how this was going to work. For now, I was going to soak up all the romance I could get.

I turned around, splashing water in my eyes to stop the burning from the shampoo.

“You scared me,” I accused him, rubbing at them until the irritation started to subside.

“It looks like you’re having a hard time. Let me help you.” Reaching up, he massaged the remaining shampoo through my hair, his fingers working magic on my scalp as he helped it rinse away. This man really did know all the ways to make me moan. He followed it with conditioner, his hand sliding down to knead my neck for a few seconds as though he sensed how sore I was.

“That feels good,” I murmured, allowing myself to press closer to him, the only thing between us a stream of water.

“I want you to feel good, baby.” Gavin grabbed a bar of soap and began to lather up his hands. Once they were covered, he began to massage me, rubbing across my shoulders, down to my breasts. He lingered there, rubbing and circling until they began to swell with interest.

“I’m not sure those are as dirty as you think they are,” I said wryly.

“If I was concerned about you being dirty, I’d be washing out your mouth.”

He might have a point. Gavin continued his attention downward, kneeling on the shower floor and sliding soaped up hands along my thighs down my calves, then back up toward the space between my legs, which he conveniently ignored. I had no doubt that was on purpose. He straightened back up and maneuvered me around so that my back was to him before he slipped his hand to my forbidden zone, which was off-limits to everyone but him.

“I’ve got to wash this”—he nipped my ear—“so I can get it dirty later.”

He continued to stroke me until the soap had washed away, his thumb delving until it settled over my clit. My palms found the tiled wall and braced myself for leverage. I had no problem with his thoroughness. In fact, I rather enjoyed it. Still, it was feeling a trifle one-sided.

“I thought we were taking a shower,” I said.

“This isn’t how you shower?” he asked. “I’m disappointed. I like the idea of you wet and touching yourself.”

“Is that so?” His teeth had found my ear again and he was beginning to nibble. It took all the self-control I had to squirm out of his arms. I stepped away, sliding my hand down the wet plane of my belly and found the spot he’d been so expertly manipulating a moment ago. Gavin watched as I put on a show for him, his eyes hooding with unrestrained desire. It wasn’t hard to find something to inspire my exhibition. Not with him standing under the shower, water flowing over his lean form. Little drops had begun to collect in the chiseled lines of his abdomen. They ran down to his groin where they collected off his most impressive organ.

Gavin always wanted to make sure that I felt good. I needed him to know that was important to me as well. Very carefully, so I didn’t bite it on the wet tile, I lowered down to one knee and then the other until I was on all fours. I crawled under the water until I was at his feet. Sitting back on my heels, I dipped my hand between my legs again before reaching up with my other one and grasping his shaft. I spluttered a little on the water as I began to suck him off. His hand fisted into my wet hair, urging me on faster. I began to build with him, my fingers massaging furiously until he released his grip on me, reached down and grabbed me under the arms. Gavin lifted my entire body up and slammed me into the tile wall, plunging into me with one powerful thrust.

I lost control. Filter off. “Oh God! Hell, yes!”

This was definitely new territory. Skin to skin. Nothing between us. We had the talk about me being on the pill and we hadn’t come to any conclusions, but right now I didn’t care. I wove my hands through his hair and crushed his mouth to mine. There was so much water I thought I might drown.

But not in it, in him. I was already lost, crashing against him, surging forward as his hips rolled against me. He had my thighs tightly clasped allowing him to control the amount of leverage he had over me and he used it to slam into me over and over until I was crying his name and a whole lot of other things that would make a porn star blush. I dissolved into him, melting as pleasure lit up every nerve ending in my body. My arms wrapped around his shoulders holding on to him as he continued towards his own release. When he finished, he kissed me as he lowered me carefully onto my feet.

“I think I might have to wash you again.” He grinned crookedly as though he was proud of this fact.

I shooed him away, my legs still shaky and one hand firmly planted on the wall. “I’ll never be done with the shower if you keep helping me.”

“It’s built for two,” he argued.

“No way,” I said. “You can have it in a minute.”

I finished up my shower with record speed. Partially, because I expected him to come in and repeat what had just happened at any moment, but also because I wanted to get downstairs and make him breakfast before he finished. As soon as I was out, I sidled past him, having to dart away before he could get his hands on me. Throwing my hair up into a wet mess, I found a shirt hanging in his closet and threw it on. I buttoned it up to a point nearing modesty as I skipped down to the kitchen through the magical forest canopy. I was humming to myself, completely lost in my thoughts, my lips swollen, my face still flushed with post orgasmic glow when I walked into the kitchen and discovered his parents.

Richard Sound was flipping pancakes at the kitchen island while Gavin’s mom, whose name I didn’t even know yet, sipped coffee. They both looked up at me as I stumble in and froze in place. At least, I assumed they were his parents. Either that or two people who looked freakishly like him had broken in and decided to cook breakfast.

I didn’t know what to say. Was there something to say in a situation like this? I couldn’t imagine what they were thinking. A strange girl in their house, wearing nothing but their son’s shirt. I scrambled to fasten a few more buttons.