All I Need #1 – Sneak Peak
I could hear the smile in his voice without even turning around to look at him. “It’s a gateway drug, Sidney.”
I had to stop what I was doing, finally looking up from cleaning off the counter in the kitchen. I frowned, glancing up at the ceiling before turning to face him. I knew this was going to be the start of one of his word games, but I had no idea where this one was going to go. “Gateway drug?”
He nodded, no trace of sarcasm clouding his features. He stared at me for a long moment before I saw the edge of his mouth just barely curl upward, telling me this was another one of his games.
I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my grin. “Fine. Then you come up with a better idea.”
“Follow it through, Sidney.” His blue eyes twinkled, and I could see he was trying not to laugh. “Please? For me?”
I had to press my lips together to keep my amusement hidden, but I’m sure my eyes gave away how happy I was just as surely as his did. I shook my head, turning my back to him again to finish cleaning the sticky remnants of Gavin’s snack making from the counter.
I let out a long sigh, trying not to laugh. “This one is too easy.”
“Let’s hear it, then.”
I shook my head, wiping the crumbs on the counter from what was left of his sandwich into my hand. “Fine. We go ice skating. You fall and injure your leg, causing you to need emergent medical care. They diagnose you in the emergency room with an injury that will cause you chronic pain for the rest of your life. You get hooked on narcotics because of it, and after exhausting all your options, you fall into the life of a crack addict, thereby making the initial activity of ice skating a gateway drug.” I opened the cupboard under the sink to get rid of the crumbs in my hand before turning on my heel to face him. “Sound about right?”
He grinned, the same schoolboy smile that made my knees go weak every time I saw it. It was almost like he knew exactly how to use it to his advantage, too—any time I felt the least bit annoyed with him, he knew how to turn it around by coming up with one of his word games. There was something so geekily hot about those games that I could barely contain myself after playing them. That was probably the part he knew about—that playing those games with him was particularly arousing to me.
He tilted his head, his blue eyes boring into mine in a way that made me acutely aware of why it had been so easy for him in the past to get women to drop their panties for him anytime he asked. I wanted to kick myself for allowing my body to get so overcharged every time he looked at me like that—some strange mix of fire in every one of my veins and the coiling tension between my legs that made me more than ready to drop my panties. Now.
“You’re getting way too good at this game. Maybe we should play something else.” He lifted a brow in a way that told me exactly what it was he was suggesting.
I turned back to the sink, shaking my head again—more to try to rid the lustful thoughts from my mind than to tell him I didn’t want to … because I did want to. And I knew he already knew it.
I took a deep breath and finished cleaning up the peanut butter and jelly that he had left on the counter. I set the sponge I had been using back on the edge of the sink before turning to face him again. “I need to get out of the house, Gavin. We’ve been here all week. And it’s been wonderful—having you here has been great. But I need to see what it looks like outside the walls of this house, or I’m going to go crazy.”
The corners of his eyes crinkled. “You know, you could have just agreed to go to Reno with me. That would have killed two birds with one stone—the knot would be tied, and you would have been able to get out of the house.” He lifted his shoulders in a playful shrug. “But, oh no, you wanted to have a wedding.” He almost sang the word, grinning. “You wanted to do it in front of my family—“
“Okay, okay.” I couldn’t help but smile myself. “Let’s do something else then.” I paused for a moment, racking my brain for an idea of something—anything, really—to get us out of my house. “We could drive up the coast. I’ve heard Trinidad is gorgeous—“
He interrupted with a shake of his head. “Can’t.” The smile fell away from his face, but he took a step toward me, snaking an arm around my waist before pulling me toward him. He nuzzled into my neck. “We both have to go back to work tomorrow. Bummer for us both. But we can make today something to remember…” His voice trailed off as he began kissing my neck. Again.
I let out a long sigh, my head bowing back from the mere touch of his lips against the delicate skin of my neck. I closed my eyes, relishing the electrical pulsing that coursed through my body as he pulled me even closer to his body.
The past eight days had been like a dream. He hadn’t left my side since he had proposed last weekend, and we had both called in sick for the week. Well, I hadn’t actually called in sick, but considering the entire town where I was now living had seen the spectacle that had been Gavin’s proposal, the administration at my school had been more than happy to give me the time off.
And Gavin hadn’t even hesitated about doing the same thing, calling in to tell his law firm that he wouldn’t be in that week. I was pretty sure he still hadn’t told his brother about our sudden engagement, but no one had questioned him. At least, that was what he had said. No one said a word about him taking time off this week—it was almost as though everyone had been expecting it.
But we had only actually left the house to walk the short distance to the grocery store. We had eaten at home every night, almost as though he couldn’t bear to share our time with anyone else, even if it was only to go to dinner. And he hadn’t wanted to do anything except stay home and have more sex than I’d had in my entire life–he was insatiable.
But I wasn’t complaining. I had been pretty insatiable myself.
His hands trailed down my back and he lifted me up, setting me on the edge of the now clean counter, his lips never leaving my neck. He kissed the length of my neck, pulling my blouse away to reveal my collarbone.
My eyes may have rolled back in my head a bit, that spot sending a river of heat through my body. I threaded my hands into his hair, pulling his head up so that his lips would meet mine.
The way he kissed me was the complete opposite of how he treated me otherwise. While he was almost always gentle and playful with me when we were speaking or just sitting around, his kisses revealed the white-hot passion he had boiling just beneath the surface.
My hands dropped to his shoulders, and I pulled him even closer. He had awakened something in me that I hadn’t even been aware that I had—my own heated passion that I never knew was there. It was something I had never felt before—not with Tim and not for anyone else. Only for Gavin.
He pulled away as suddenly as he had begun, his eyes blinking rapidly. It looked like he was trying to awaken himself from the dream world we had been in for a moment. He took another step back before pulling his phone from his pocket.
I hadn’t even heard it ring or vibrate in his pocket. But by the look on his face, I could see it was a call he would have rather not taken.
He frowned, looking down at his phone before turning away from me.
I saw him slide his finger across the screen to answer as he walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. I was pretty sure it was a conversation he hadn’t wanted me to hear, and his voice had lowered to a hushed tone. The anger that rose in his voice when he answered, though, made it more than loud enough for me to hear in the next room.
“I thought I told you never to call me again.”