Go Deep (7 page)

“I swore off kinky sex and focused on rescuing Thomason
Heating from the bank. And then you came back to North Pole.”

“And?”

“When you smiled at me at that gas station—remember?—I
wanted you so hard I could barely stand. A thousand times more than I ever
wanted those girls in college. But I wanted it dirty, and you were so innocent.
By some superhuman willpower, I held myself back. I loved you too much, I
didn’t want to hurt you.”

Her heart went out to him, this powerful man whose muscle
power was dwarfed by his kindness. Gavin deserved something. Something special.
Some kind of glorious thank you. She eased off the bed.

He was only a few steps away, too close to bother getting to
her feet. Instead, she crawled across the floor to him. He watched her through
slitted, intense black eyes. Their heat made her shiver. She felt her hips sway
from one side to the other as she made her way across the rug. His gaze
fastened on her breasts, which bounced with each move she made. Oh God, the way
he’d teased them with his thumbs…

Another shiver.

She crawled between his long legs. The thought of what
lurked behind that zipper made her dizzy. She knew his penis and yet she
didn’t, not anymore. Not the fierce way it had claimed her. Her mouth watered.

She lifted her face between his thighs and, with her mouth,
undid the snap at his waistband. Then she took his zipper pull between her
teeth. She risked a glance up at him and caught his black gaze burning into
her. Another wave of dizziness struck. Slowly, she pulled at the zipper, inch
by inch. As his trousers parted, a massively aroused, fire-breathing dragon of
an erection sprang from its cave. It reared up into the open air, demanding and
ferocious. She’d always avoided this part of making love, and Gavin had never
pressed her.

But now she wasn’t afraid. Not dressed like this. Not
tonight. Tenderly she touched its base with her tongue.

Gavin groaned, a rough, helpless sound that told her just
how much she turned him on.

“No holding back,” she whispered, her lips moving against
the satin skin of his cock.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” Gavin said between
gritted teeth. “I don’t think I could hold back with a gun to my head.”

“No gun. Just this.” She swirled her tongue across hard
ridges and soft veins, up, up, up to the straining tip of his penis. On the
way, she caught a glimpse of his white knuckles against the arms of the chair.
A feeling of triumph flitted through her. She was the one making him crazy now.

She fastened her mouth over the head of his cock and sucked
with greedy pleasure. Why hadn’t she known how good he would taste, how he
would fill her mouth with his soft steel, his salty sweetness? Why hadn’t she
known how the sound of his guttural groans would make her melt inside? How had
she done without the knowledge that right now, she was the only thing in his
world—that she held his release in the tender secrecy of her mouth?

“Beth, my sweet,” he pleaded, speaking her name like a
prayer, like a tribute to a goddess. “God, Beth, you’re killing me. Beth!”

And then hot liquid was everywhere, spilling over her lips,
jetting into the air. He pumped into her with harsh groans.
He needed her.
The pleasure of that knowledge made her chase down every scalding drop of his
essence.

Chapter Seven

Gavin and Beth lay naked on top of the patchwork quilt. He’d
stoked the woodstove so the fire crackled and roared. It felt tropical inside
their little cabin, even as a vicious wind hissed outside the windows. Now that
the excitement had faded, Beth felt embarrassment creep back in.

“You planned all this,” Beth murmured as she wound her
fingers in the tangle of black hair on his chest.

“Yes.” His eyes were at half-mast, his dark lashes casting
shadows on his cheeks. How could a man have such long eyelashes and still be so
manly? Testosterone practically oozed out of his pores, and yet he’d always
been so gentle with her.

“For how long?”

“How long have I been planning it? I’m not sure. Last week
sometime.”

“You saw that photograph at the shop.”

“Yes.”

She wanted to be embarrassed—was embarrassed—but on the
other hand…

“Are you glad I did?”

“Mmm.”

“Come on, you can give me more of an answer than that.”

“It’s nice to get some time away,” she said, skirting the
question.

“Time away?” He sat up, the muscles of his shoulder bunching
as he moved. The candlelight flickered over his skin, turning it to a deep,
burnished gold. “Maybe I should have booked a spa day. Or a scrapbooking
weekend.”

She giggled. “You know what I mean.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. But
unless you tell me in plain words, I’ll never be completely sure.”

She dropped her eyes, and they happened to land on his sex.
His spent penis rested in a bed of black curls. A tender feeling crept over
her, along with a sense of deep well-being. What was she so worried about? She
felt the urge to stretch, and indulged herself in a full-body extension,
reaching her hands to the headboard and pointing her toes. “Fine. I’m glad you
made this plan.”

He paused. “Why are you glad?”

“Why? Geez, Gavin, what do you want from me?”

“It’s a simple question. Why are you glad?”

She rolled onto her side to face him, resting her head on
her upper arm. “Because I like my new boots.”

“Your new—” He clamped his jaw shut with a furious look.

She bit back her smile. Why had she never known how fun it
was to tease Gavin, the mighty hockey coach? She couldn’t remember the last
time they’d had fun like this, just lying around talking. Maybe never. “And
that outfit is going to look great at the frame shop.”

“Oh really?” He rolled on top of her and braced his hands on
either side of her body. Cords of muscles stood out on his forearms. His hair
tumbled over his forehead. He looked divine.

“But I think I’ll skip the thong. It’s a little itchy.”

“Itchy? You know what’s good for an itch, don’t you?” A
devil’s gleam lurked in his black eyes.

“What?”

“A good scratch.” He reached one arm to her sex and tickled
her still-sensitive flesh. Little ripples of pleasure radiated along her inner
thighs all the way to the soles of her feet. She sighed deeply.

“You like my scratching?”

“Oh yes.”

“Better than scrapbooking?” The tickle intensified to a
full-on fingering.

“Well…” She gave him a demure look from under her eyelashes.
She dearly loved scrapbooking, as he well knew. It allowed her to express her
artistic side and relax at the same time. “I don’t know. The scissors, the
glitter, the stickers. The glue. There’s just something about scrapbooking…”

The next thing she knew, her arms had been yanked up over
her head, held tight in one of his big hands. She gave a startled yelp. The
black fabric he’d used on her ankles before appeared in his other hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you something to put in your next scrapbook.” He
quickly tied one of her wrists to a bedpost. Her other hand flew out of his
grasp and pushed at him. “Oh no you don’t. You brought this on. You’re not
getting out of it now. Scrapbooking, my ass.”

“I didn’t mean it. I was just teasing.” She gasped as he
fastened her other wrist to the far post.

“Teasing? Good word. You’re about to learn the true meaning
of it.” He ran his hands roughly down her body, tweaking each nipple and
landing on her mound. His warmth cupped her. Hot desire immediately pooled in
her belly. Embarrassed by her quick response, she clamped her thighs together
and swung her bent legs to one side.

“Not a chance,” he growled. He tickled her between her
thighs until she moaned. As soon as she let her guard drop, he grabbed her
right ankle and walked it over to the post at the foot of the bed. Before she
could comprehend it, she was spread-eagled and bound, exposed and nude. Her
breath came in quick spurts. Her throat tightened. She wanted to say something
in protest—she ought to say something!—but the words refused to leave her mouth.
It felt too daring, too forbidden, too exciting. She couldn’t stand it. And yet
she had to have it.

Gavin stood at the foot of the bed, holding his giant
erection in his fist. “God, do you have any idea how sexy you look? I could
come so hard right now, just looking at you.” His intense gaze swept her body.
Hot tingles told her when each particular part of her body was the focus of his
attention. Under his scrutiny, her nipples rose. Her breath skipped. Her hips
squirmed.

“Do it,” she said, her voice a tiny squeak. “Go ahead and
come.” Maybe he’d let her go after that.

“I will. In good time. First…” He bent down out of sight.
She heard the squeak of the trunk opening—the same trunk where he’d gotten the
cloth ties. This time he surfaced with an armful of soft furry-looking stuff in
colors ranging from hot pink to fuchsia. Her body relaxed. She couldn’t be
scared of pink fur, could she?

She should have been.

In Gavin’s hands, a long feathery boa became a torture
device. He snaked it all across her body until every hair stood at attention.
Then he focused on her breasts. The soft friction made her gasp and twist
against her bonds. She wanted more, something harder, something that would
distract her from this too-light torment. But he’d tied the restraints well. There
was nowhere she could go to escape.

“Please,” she heard herself whisper. “Please, Gavin.”

“Please what?” His voice was husky. “Do you want me to stop?
Or do you want me to go further? If I stop, you’ll lie here like this all
night. You’ll get no satisfaction. Is that what you want?”

He swished the boa across her sex. She bit back a scream.

“No,” she said.

“What do you want?” The boa slithered across her belly, back
to her breasts.

Part of her hated him for doing this to her. God, it was
hard saying what she wanted. She spat the words at him. “More. Harder. You’re
driving me crazy.”

He smiled smugly. “All you had to do was ask.” He lowered
his head to her nipples and surrounded one aching peak with his mouth.

She cried out at the shocking, intense pleasure and arched
against him as a jolt of pure adrenaline rocketed to her pussy. He sucked
deeply, taking nearly her whole breast into his mouth. He kneaded her other
breast, squeezing the nipple almost to the edge of pain. Something shattered
inside her, like brilliant waves breaking on the rocks—could it be an orgasm?
Impossible. No one could orgasm through their nipples, could they?

Whatever it was, it didn’t even take the edge off her
craving. When he lifted his head from her nipple, he wore the pink boa around
his neck. She stared at him with naked pleading. Sweat dripped down her face.

He cocked his head at her. “What now? Want a break?”

She shook her head frantically. If he left her now, she
might die. Her body pulsed with need. She’d never felt like this, so dependent
on another person. On a man. It terrified her.

“What do you want? Tell me.”

Why was Gavin doing this to her? “Sex. I want to have sex.”

He laughed and shook his head. “I guess that’ll do for now.”

She didn’t know what that meant, but soon after she didn’t
really care anymore, because he slid down her body and placed his lips on her
pussy. Electric thrills rippled through her. She raised her hips in the air,
either to press against his mouth or to flee from it, she wasn’t sure. It
didn’t matter, because he was dictating. He gripped her hips in his hands and
held her still while he devoured her. Sharp cries burst from her mouth. Nowhere
to run, nowhere to hide. Nowhere to escape the fierce, unstoppable assault of
his mouth.

She wanted to cover herself, but when she tugged at the
bindings they dug deeper into her wrists and ankles. The flesh of her inner
thighs shook like leaves on a birch tree. Her sex was slick with her arousal,
impossible to hide. She imagined her lower lips thick, swollen, obscene. And
yet Gavin couldn’t seem to get enough. He ran his tongue along her folds,
brought her clit deep into his hot mouth. He sucked and tasted and prodded
until the faraway drumbeat thundered closer and she knew she’d never be able to
hold back.

“Come for me,” he urged, lifting his head to spear her with
his black gaze.

She shook her head from side to side. She was an
under-the-covers girl, a lights-off girl, a keep-her-nightgown-on girl. How
could she come spread open in front of him like this? Facedown was one thing,
but this… It wasn’t her. It just wasn’t.

And then…it was. Gavin thrust his fingers inside her,
rubbing his wrist against her clit and driving her up and up into a wild world
where it didn’t matter how loud she shouted, how shamelessly she writhed, how
hard she begged for more. And then there was more. There was Gavin sheathing
himself in her wide-open body. Driving her up all over again with his
implacable hardness. Then he freed her ankles and shoved her knees against her
shoulders. How could she be even more exposed? Yet she was. Staring into her
eyes, he thumbed open her still-throbbing pussy and claimed her. She took him
deep, so deep, to the deepest part of herself, where all the shadows lurked.

She surrendered to the feeling of being utterly possessed. A
flash of dazzling light raced through her, an orgasm so deep it was more of a
detonation. An incineration. An end to everything she thought she knew about
herself.

And then there was nothing.

When she recovered her senses, she found Gavin staring at
her with a worried look. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, then cleared her throat. She was curled up on
her side. Gavin sat on the edge of the bed, his hand stroking her hip. He
looked as shaken as she felt. His hair was damp with sweat. The whole room
smelled of sex and need and release. They’d gone too far, too deep, too fast.
Panic swamped her.