Gavin St. James
After the hell I’ve been through in the Marines—in life—there’s nothing I crave more than routine, stability, peace. Until McKenna Brewer walks into my life.
She’s impulsive, fiery, tempting as hell, and everything I dGavinon’t need. But when she offers me a night of no-strings-attached passion, I can’t resist.
When our night together has unexpected consequences, I can’t help but think this might be the perfect opportunity to show McKenna just how much I want her.
The only problem? She doesn’t do forevers. But forever is exactly what I need with her.
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For a split second, I almost let her go, thinking maybe I needed more time to think this through. Plan what to do next and figure shit out.
Yet the thought of doing so was like a razor to the throat—and the absolute last thing I wanted.
Needing her more than air, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer. “No.”
She met my stare and whispered, “No?”
I shook my head, then I kissed her, harder this time. I expected her to fight me. Push me away and run, but her body instantly relaxed against mine, and we were right back to where we’d been just seconds before. Only this time, things moved faster.
“Need you…” I panted.
Slowly, I pulled back remembering her comment about her breasts. It made sense now why she’d said they were sensitive, but that didn’t stop me from wanting them in my mouth. Wanting to taste them most of all. So, I pulled back and lowered my head, taking my time as I held one of them in my hand. Then with the gentlest of licks, I sucked one of her nipples in between my lips, going at it with gentle laps of my tongue across the tips. She shivered so hard goose bumps danced across her skin, and a soft gasp of pleasure escaped her mouth. I teased and toyed with the ends, using my lips to kiss the peaks, my tongue to taste the edges. I gave her gentle, because she deserved it.
“That feels so good,” she moaned, encouraging me to pull at them a little harder, not too hard, but enough to drag out the low noise in her throat.
Slow, steady kisses led me to the other breast, and I used my finger to trail around the same wet tip I’d just teased. Her hips worked harder over my jeans, and I could feel the change in her body with every touch of my tongue, every lick, every kiss to her breasts.
This was the stuff of movies, the way I held her close. I didn’t know it could be this way, feel this good, and we hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet. Whether that had to do with her being pregnant with my baby, or the simple thought of her not running away, I didn’t know. What I did know was that I was falling hard for the first time in my life, and it didn’t scare me like I’d thought it would. Only encouraged me to take the plunge, completely. Forever.
That thought spurred me into action, and soon I had her flat on her back on the couch. Big, blue eyes blinked up at me, lips parted, breaths panting, cheeks flushed. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, having no idea where to start when it came to her body—to her. Fuck, more than anything, I wanted to take my time, savor the moment, but I couldn’t wait either.
I stood and tugged my jeans and boxers off. My cock sprang free, ready, and those same eyes of hers shimmered with heat as she took me in from head to toe, back up and down again.
“I want you, McKenna. All of you. No running. No more fighting this thing between us. Just…” I sighed, dropping to my knees next to her, desperate and pleading like a man on the edge of death begging for one more minute of life. I squeezed my eyes and exhaled fast. “Just please…tell me you want this too.” I gripped the edges of her panties, the lace and silk doing little to steady my shaking hands. I was ready to pull them down, give her everything she’d ever desired. But I needed her consent, that one word. Her yes.
And then it happened.
One smile.
One nod.
Three words I never expected.
“Yes. I’m yours.”
The tightening in my chest released, and I smiled too. I smiled so fucking wide that it hurt. But I didn’t care. Because McKenna actually wanted to be with me.
With. Me.
That was the best fucking moment of my life so far.
Yet the thought of doing so was like a razor to the throat—and the absolute last thing I wanted.
Needing her more than air, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer. “No.”
She met my stare and whispered, “No?”
I shook my head, then I kissed her, harder this time. I expected her to fight me. Push me away and run, but her body instantly relaxed against mine, and we were right back to where we’d been just seconds before. Only this time, things moved faster.
“Need you…” I panted.
Slowly, I pulled back remembering her comment about her breasts. It made sense now why she’d said they were sensitive, but that didn’t stop me from wanting them in my mouth. Wanting to taste them most of all. So, I pulled back and lowered my head, taking my time as I held one of them in my hand. Then with the gentlest of licks, I sucked one of her nipples in between my lips, going at it with gentle laps of my tongue across the tips. She shivered so hard goose bumps danced across her skin, and a soft gasp of pleasure escaped her mouth. I teased and toyed with the ends, using my lips to kiss the peaks, my tongue to taste the edges. I gave her gentle, because she deserved it.
“That feels so good,” she moaned, encouraging me to pull at them a little harder, not too hard, but enough to drag out the low noise in her throat.
Slow, steady kisses led me to the other breast, and I used my finger to trail around the same wet tip I’d just teased. Her hips worked harder over my jeans, and I could feel the change in her body with every touch of my tongue, every lick, every kiss to her breasts.
This was the stuff of movies, the way I held her close. I didn’t know it could be this way, feel this good, and we hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet. Whether that had to do with her being pregnant with my baby, or the simple thought of her not running away, I didn’t know. What I did know was that I was falling hard for the first time in my life, and it didn’t scare me like I’d thought it would. Only encouraged me to take the plunge, completely. Forever.
That thought spurred me into action, and soon I had her flat on her back on the couch. Big, blue eyes blinked up at me, lips parted, breaths panting, cheeks flushed. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, having no idea where to start when it came to her body—to her. Fuck, more than anything, I wanted to take my time, savor the moment, but I couldn’t wait either.
I stood and tugged my jeans and boxers off. My cock sprang free, ready, and those same eyes of hers shimmered with heat as she took me in from head to toe, back up and down again.
“I want you, McKenna. All of you. No running. No more fighting this thing between us. Just…” I sighed, dropping to my knees next to her, desperate and pleading like a man on the edge of death begging for one more minute of life. I squeezed my eyes and exhaled fast. “Just please…tell me you want this too.” I gripped the edges of her panties, the lace and silk doing little to steady my shaking hands. I was ready to pull them down, give her everything she’d ever desired. But I needed her consent, that one word. Her yes.
And then it happened.
One smile.
One nod.
Three words I never expected.
“Yes. I’m yours.”
The tightening in my chest released, and I smiled too. I smiled so fucking wide that it hurt. But I didn’t care. Because McKenna actually wanted to be with me.
With. Me.
That was the best fucking moment of my life so far.
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