Worth Everything (9 page)

“I have no fucking idea.”

She appreciated his candor, almost wanted to laugh at his blunt choice of words, but didn’t want to insult him.

“Me either,” she agreed, taking another baby step. “It’s probably a mistake, what we’re considering.”

“Most likely.” He lifted his lids, that brilliant gaze meeting hers. “But we’ll have a good time making it, don’t you think?”

Chapter Seven

Gavin wasn’t quite sure what they were doing, but he also knew no way could he stop it. Stopping this magnetic connection he felt to Stasia was impossible, crazy, undeniable. Powerful.

He’d gone to his room and stripped after dinner, slipping into the large, comfortable bed, discovering within moments as he tossed and turned that he was too restless to sleep, despite the time change. He should have been exhausted, but instead he’d paced the room naked, stopping finally at the window so he could watch the sea, the flickering tiny lights in the far distance dotting the water.

That was when he’d heard the faint splash, his gaze dropping to the pool below, where he saw the lithe figure of Stasia swimming back and forth, her arms slicing cleanly through the water, her legs carrying her quickly.

She wore absolutely nothing at all.

Those long, lean legs moved with a sexy power that left him panting. And when she popped out of the water, revealing those perfect breasts with the dark nipples, his cock had twitched in reaction.

Unable to tear his gaze away, he watched, like some sort of pervert hiding in the dark night. She moved through the water like a goddess, her hair slicked back, her skin gleaming. After the vigorous laps, she’d floated with her eyes closed, only her face showing, becoming completely weightless in the water. He’d grasped his erect cock, stroked himself mindlessly at the thought of joining her. Touching her.

Fucking her.

Unable to stand it any longer, he’d slipped on his jeans and run outside, stopping at the lounge chair where she left a towel. Snatching it up, he’d hidden in the shadows of a tree, knowing she would come out soon, knowing she would look for her now missing towel.

He hadn’t expected her to be so bold. Certainly hadn’t expected her to give him such a blatant view of all she had to offer. Drinking her in from behind had been amazing enough. The graceful curve of her back, the twin dimples that rested above the most perfect heart-shaped ass ever created, those long legs he could only imagine wrapped around his hips as he plunged deep inside her.

Then she’d turned, giving him an up close view of her pert breasts, her dusky rose nipples that were the same color as her unglossed lips. She’d stood tall and proud, like some sort of female warrior set to conquer him.

And weakling that he was, he wanted to surrender. Desperately.

“Does this put me at risk?” Her sweetly sexy voice broke through his thoughts, reminding him that he had a flesh-and-blood, naked-as-the-day-she-was-born woman standing before him, teasing him with tiny steps that brought her closer to him. The scent of chlorine and fresh, delicious woman filled the air, and he was damn tempted to reach out and pull her in. Feel all that wet, warm skin wrap around him, crush his mouth to hers and kiss her until both of them couldn’t think straight.

Yeah, that sounded perfect. He was tired of thinking, worrying about what they were doing. He knew he shouldn’t do this. Shouldn’t screw around with any client, he’d never done so in his life and he had no idea what this said about him. How easily he was ready to compromise this case, which really wasn’t a case at all, right?

More like a favor. Yeah, a favor to reconnect her with her long-lost family, that’s all this was.

Gavin frowned. How easily he could justify this. He hadn’t done something like that in forever. When he’d been young and reckless, he’d justified anything and everything. Stealing? Yeah, he’d been a broke-ass joke with no one to take care of him, no job skills. He had to do it to stay alive. Doing drugs? Hey, they just eased the pain and hopelessness that seemed to run through him like a never-ending cycle. Thank God he’d stopped that bad habit early on.

Now, having sex with a beautiful woman who tempted him like no other? It was risky, he knew this. But she wanted him and he wanted her, there was no denying it. So hell yeah…

“Gavin?”

“This won’t put you at risk. I’m still your attorney,” he said quickly, giving in to his impulses.

Reaching out, he grabbed her by the crook of her arm, hauling her close. She slammed against him, a breathless laugh escaping her when their bodies collided. She was wet, her skin touched with cool yet so damn hot. She slipped her arms around him, her hands spread wide across his back, and he pulled her in closer, his hands clutching her ass cheeks, smoothing over baby-soft skin.

“Oh, God,” she whispered, tilting her head back to look at him.

Her exposed neck was a temptation he couldn’t ignore. Bending over her, he brushed soft kisses along the side of her neck, his lips lingering, licking her fragrant skin with his tongue. Lust thrummed through his veins, riding him hard at her decadent taste.

She shivered, thrust her hands in his hair to hold him close. He bent her completely over his arm, his mouth blazing a path along her collarbone, her chest, stopping just at her breasts. She whimpered, her fingers tightening in his hair to the point of pain and he smiled just before he took one pretty little nipple into his mouth and sucked.

He was fueled by the sound of his name falling from her lips on a ragged moan. Lifting away from her breasts, he pulled her upright, sealing her mouth with his in a searing hot kiss. She parted her lips for him eagerly, their tongues stroking together, their hands everywhere. He grasped her by the buttocks again, hauling her up so he could carry her. She wrapped her legs around him, leaving her bare and open against his stomach. He could feel her fiery hot wetness brand him, and his cock jerked in reaction.

“One of the chairs,” she murmured against his mouth. “Hurry.”

He fell back on one of the oversized lounge chairs nearby, and she settled on top of him, straddling either side of him with those long, luscious legs. She sat atop him, her hair a tangled wet mess, her breasts bobbing in front of his face. She was a temptress, the sexy smile curving her lush mouth made his entire body tight with want. He settled his hands on the outside of her thighs and thrust his hips. Letting her know just how she made him feel.

“Oh my,” she whispered, grinding against him. “Maybe you should take those jeans off.”

“I don’t have any sort of protection,” he warned. Regret filled him. He should’ve been better prepared.

“Me either.” She nibbled on her lower lip, her fingers busy sliding down the zipper of his jeans. “I guess we’ll have to improvise.”

He groaned when she trailed her fingers along the skin she exposed, her touch feather-light and so fucking good he didn’t know how much longer he could take it. She urged his jeans down impatiently, her fingers curling around the waistband and giving them a tug. He lifted his hips, helped her remove them until they were both completely naked.

“Mmm.” She grasped the base of his cock and stroked. “I haven’t improvised in years.”

“Me either.” He grunted when she stroked him again, closed his eyes against the onslaught of pleasurable sensations her touch brought forth. Breathing deep, he searched for control. Couldn’t come too soon and embarrass himself. He didn’t want this to end before it started.

Besides, he wanted to make her come first. Wanted to know what she looked like, what she sounded like when her climax hit. Wanted to touch her, taste her, suck her into his mouth until she became mindless with it.

“Come here,” he whispered, and she frowned at him in confusion. “Bring those pretty little hips up closer.”

Realization dawned, and her eyes widened. But that didn’t stop her from allowing him to drag her closer, until she was hovering directly above him, her sex mere inches from his mouth. Reaching out, he touched her, dragged his fingers along her damp slit, making her moan with pleasure when he parted her lips and searched her drenched folds, teasing her swollen clit.

“I could come right now,” she said between pants. “I swear it.”

“Not yet,” he murmured as he lifted his head, swiping at her distended clit with his tongue. She tilted her head back and cried out, her hips subtly moving against his face as he started to devour her creamy center. She was incredibly responsive, her sexy little whimpers doing him in, and he wished he had a condom so he could take her properly.

But maybe she was right. Maybe there was nothing wrong with some improvising. It was certainly helping him see exactly what she liked and how he could make her come. Like now, he knew she was close, what with the frantic movements of her hips, the breathless little cries that escaped her. He sank two fingers inside her velvety hot depths, thrusting in and out, drawing her clit deep into his mouth and sucked. Hard.

She cried out his name just before her body bucked against his mouth, shivers overtaking her as she writhed above him. He continued his assault, drawing out the uncontrollable shivers that took over her body. Finally he slowed his ministrations as she came down from her orgasm, until she slid away from his mouth so she could collapse on top of him.

“Oh, my God, that was quick,” she whispered against his chest before she kissed him there, just above his heart.

He smoothed his hands along her supple skin, his fingers lingering on her backside, tracing the dimples that rested just above it. “That’s a good thing sometimes, right?”

She lifted her head with a lazy smile. “Definitely.” Leaning in closer, she kissed him, didn’t seem bothered by the fact that her juices still clung to his lips and tongue. In fact, she took it deeper, her tongue tangling with his, a low moan escaping her when they finally broke apart. “I can taste myself.”

“You like that, don’t you?” Damn, she was a turn on. His cock pressed against her soft belly, wanting so damn bad to slip inside her warmth and fuck both of them into oblivion.

“Yes.” She ducked her head for a moment before meeting his gaze once more. Her eyes were dark with passion, her lips swollen, her hair an absolute mess. “But now, I want to taste
you
.”

Her body still shaky from the intense orgasm brought forth by Gavin’s masterful fingers and tongue, she slithered down his hard body, settling just below his jutting erection. He was large, the tip of the flared head sticky with pre-come, and she curled her hand around the base of him, surprised that her fingers didn’t quite meet. “Lovely,” she whispered, which earned a laugh from him.

“Did you just call my cock—
lovely
?”

She glanced up, startled at his choice of words. Look at her handsome, suave and urbane lawyer man using such crude language. “I did,” she said sheepishly as she gave him a firm stroke.

His eyes looked ready to cross from the way she touched him, which made her smile. “Most men would find that an insult to their manhood,” he choked out.

“But you’re not most men, are you?” Keeping her gaze steady on his, she darted out her tongue, licked the very tip of him with a deliberate stroke.

“Jesus,” he rasped as he cupped the side of her head, his gaze dropping to where her mouth barely touched the top of his erection. “Wrap your lips around me.”

She did as he demanded, thrilling at how he commanded her. Thrilling even more at how easily she followed his order. She normally enjoyed taking charge sexually. Had been with men who had no problem with it, some of them almost seeming to prefer it.

Stasia couldn’t help but wonder how Gavin might feel about that. He seemed more the aggressive type. Which sent an electric current of pleasure pulsing throughout her body.

“Take more of me in your mouth,” he urged, and she wrapped her lips completely around the head, sucking him with the lightest pressure, reveling in the agonized groan that escaped him.

It felt deliciously wicked, outside by the pool completely naked with Gavin, her lips wrapped tight around his cock. He tasted salty and clean, was so big and pulsing inside her mouth, and she took him deeper, her hands busy, her lips and tongue busy teasing him, wanting to bring him to orgasm soon.

He slipped his hands on either side of her head, gripping her tight, guiding her. She let him take the lead, loving how aggressive he was, never shying away from showing her what he wanted.

Slowly but surely his control was slipping away. His hips surged, sweat broke out all over his skin and he arched his head back, groaning long and low before he muttered, “I’m coming. God, I’m coming.”

She encouraged him, squeezing him tight, sucking the head of his cock just so. Feeling the first spurts of semen on her tongue, she milked him, drank from him as he shuddered and shook, the orgasm wrenching everything out of him until he finally collapsed on the chair. She released her hold on him, wiped the side of her mouth with the back of her hand, and he relaxed his grip on her hair.

Removing one hand, the other remained in her hair as he smoothed his fingers through the strands in a tender gesture. “Damn woman,” he muttered. “That was unbelievable.”

She smiled, turned her face so she could kiss the palm of his hand. “See how great improvising can be sometimes?”

“Yeah.” He smiled weakly, looking rather pleased, which pleased her since she was the one who did that to him. “I’d much prefer a bed, though. With plenty of condoms on hand.”