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Pulse Teaser # 4
With an equally devious brow lifted, Gavin ran a hand through his messy hair, and leaned back against the headboard, the grin on his mouth wide. “These gifts wouldn’t happen to include a black laced ensemble worn by you, double ‘A’ batteries and your ‘shmexy’ legs shaking uncontrollably around my head, would they?”
Eyes wide, Emily belted out a laugh. But shit if he didn’t look hot, waiting for her, shirtless no less. She swallowed, suddenly aware of the throbbing between her legs. All humor left her face as she slowly crawled onto the bed. With the bag in one hand, she took the other and slightly lowered his sweatpants. She rained kisses along his hip, following his glorious tattoo all the way to the side of his left rib cage. Sighing in pure contentment, she moved her lips back down over every delicious peak and dip of his washboard abs. She felt Gavin tense, his muscles tightening. He buried his hands in her hair as she hovered, lightly skimming her tongue along the edge of the evil looking beast’s wings. In all its evilness, it tasted like the sweetest cotton candy in her mouth.
Emily brought her eyes up to his, their light, blue sexual intensity shocking through her system. She smiled. “So you never told me why you got this particular tattoo.”
Gavin blinked, a rush of puffed air escaping his mouth. “Are you honestly going to ask me that after you just achingly licked your way up my body?”
“What?” Emily giggled, straddling his waist. Looking down at him, she frowned. “I want to know, Gavin. You told me why you got it where you did, but you left out why you picked a dragon.”
Eyes zeroed in on her lips, Gavin smirked. “I got the dragon because I knew women would never… ever… ever be able to resist licking over it.”
Emily playfully swatted his arm. “You bastard. Are you saying I’m not the first to lick it?”
In one quick movement, Gavin slipped his arm behind her waist, flipping her onto her back.
Emily gasped, her heart nearly stopping as he hovered above her, lightly brushing his mouth against hers. “Oh my God,” she breathed. “I was right. You are crazy.”
“And you’re trying to kill me with your questions,” Gavin countered, now nipping at her bottom lip, which she started to realize was something he loved to do. “You’re no longer allowed to say the words ‘lick it’ while in my presence. Is this understood, Miss Cooper?”
His demand drifted over her like a caress, however, she was about to push a few buttons. She popped a brow, her mouth curled into a smirk. “Lick… it… Caveman.”
Eyes wide, Emily belted out a laugh. But shit if he didn’t look hot, waiting for her, shirtless no less. She swallowed, suddenly aware of the throbbing between her legs. All humor left her face as she slowly crawled onto the bed. With the bag in one hand, she took the other and slightly lowered his sweatpants. She rained kisses along his hip, following his glorious tattoo all the way to the side of his left rib cage. Sighing in pure contentment, she moved her lips back down over every delicious peak and dip of his washboard abs. She felt Gavin tense, his muscles tightening. He buried his hands in her hair as she hovered, lightly skimming her tongue along the edge of the evil looking beast’s wings. In all its evilness, it tasted like the sweetest cotton candy in her mouth.
Emily brought her eyes up to his, their light, blue sexual intensity shocking through her system. She smiled. “So you never told me why you got this particular tattoo.”
Gavin blinked, a rush of puffed air escaping his mouth. “Are you honestly going to ask me that after you just achingly licked your way up my body?”
“What?” Emily giggled, straddling his waist. Looking down at him, she frowned. “I want to know, Gavin. You told me why you got it where you did, but you left out why you picked a dragon.”
Eyes zeroed in on her lips, Gavin smirked. “I got the dragon because I knew women would never… ever… ever be able to resist licking over it.”
Emily playfully swatted his arm. “You bastard. Are you saying I’m not the first to lick it?”
In one quick movement, Gavin slipped his arm behind her waist, flipping her onto her back.
Emily gasped, her heart nearly stopping as he hovered above her, lightly brushing his mouth against hers. “Oh my God,” she breathed. “I was right. You are crazy.”
“And you’re trying to kill me with your questions,” Gavin countered, now nipping at her bottom lip, which she started to realize was something he loved to do. “You’re no longer allowed to say the words ‘lick it’ while in my presence. Is this understood, Miss Cooper?”
His demand drifted over her like a caress, however, she was about to push a few buttons. She popped a brow, her mouth curled into a smirk. “Lick… it… Caveman.”
