Love Me More

Chapter Three

Gavin would rather eat than talk. The smoky smell of bacon teased his taste buds and made his mouth water. After his crappy dinner last night, this looked like heaven. And, much as he wanted Melina to tell him what the hell was bothering her, talking about feelings had never been high on his list of fun things to do.

He sighed. “Yeah. We can talk. Tell me what’s going on, Mel.”

She looked down at her plate, poked at her pasta with her fork. “It’s the bachelor party.”

“I knew it.”

Her head lifted. “If you knew it, why didn’t you say something?”

“I’m not the one with the problem, sweet stuff. You are.”

Her eyes lowered again. “Yes. You’re right. I feel like such an idiot.”

“Just tell me what’s bothering you. Tell me what you want me to do.”

She lifted clear blue eyes. “I don’t want you to go to that party.”

He stared at her, his meal forgotten. “But…I have to go.”

“No, you don’t. They’re your friends. If you tell them you don’t want a wild bachelor party, they’ll do whatever you want.”

“No.” He shook his head. “I can’t tell them that now. The party’s in two days. Besides, it isn’t for me as much as it’s for them. They want the wild and crazy bachelor party. I never told them I wanted that. They think it’s the thing to do. And they want to let loose and have fun.”

“Yeah, with other women.” Her voice was as dry and bitter as a crushed aspirin.

“No, Mel. It’s just for fun. You know that. The guys aren’t going to have sex with the strippers, for God’s sake.”

“How do you know?”

“Is that what you’re worried about?”

She pouted and it was so adorable he almost got up, walked around the table and grabbed her to kiss that pout away. “Well…”

“Christ, Mel. I told you. You can trust me.”

“I know.” She whispered the words. “I can’t help it. I just feel so…scared about it. How would you feel if I was going to a…a bachelorette party?”

“You already did,” he reminded her. “Last week.”

“But it wasn’t like that! It was just a bunch of girls going out for dinner. I mean, how would you feel if we’d had guys come to the party and take off all their clothes and…do stuff with us.”

He frowned. “Uh…well, obviously I wouldn’t like it.”

“Exactly.” She sat there, small, shoulders hunched, pretty mouth trembling, and something twisted inside him. He loved her. She was unhappy. That sucked rocks.

“I really don’t care that much about the strippers. But the guys have gone to all the trouble of arranging it. I can’t just bail on it, Mel.”

“What does Kylie think?” Melina frowned.

“I dunno. I guess she’s okay with it. They’ve been married a while, she knows he’s not going to screw around.”

Melina nodded and he wondered if she got his implied message.

She twirled some spaghetti onto her fork and lifted it to her mouth. Hell, he’d do just about anything for her. But not this. He could just hear his friends talking about how whipped he was and he almost groaned.

But it wasn’t whipped when you didn’t mind giving something up for someone you loved. It was all in the perspective. And the truth was, he didn’t care about the damn strippers. Hell, he could go watch women take their clothes off any time. He wanted to get together with his buddies and celebrate his marriage, and while some of them would joke around about it being the end of his freedom, he didn’t see it like that. To him it was the start of his life with Melina. That was what was important.

She was what was important. But hell, she had to trust him.

He leaned forward, hands flat on the table. “Melina, I’m going to the party. You have to trust that I won’t do anything that would hurt you. That’s it. That’s the end of it.”

She stared back at him. He held her gaze steadily.

She sighed and slouched back in her chair. “Okay.”

“That’s settled, then,” he said. “Let’s go have sex.” He was pushing it. How was she going to take this? He eyed her cautiously.

She giggled, and relief slid through him. “Can we finish our dinner first?”

“Sure. But only ’cause I’m starving after last night’s disaster.”

He dug into the spaghetti, and they watched each other eat. He couldn’t get the food into him fast enough. He wanted to pick Melina up and carry her into their bedroom. Hell, yeah. Forget the damn food. He wiped his mouth on a napkin, crumpled it and tossed it to the table. Rising out of his seat, he rounded the table and plucked her up.

“Gavin!” she squealed. She grabbed hold of his shoulders and he carried her down the hall, then tossed her on the bed.

She gave a delighted, breathless laugh, and tried to roll away from him, but he caught her leg and kept her from moving. “Uh-uh.” He tugged her by the ankles until she was at the edge of the bed and he could reach the zipper of her jeans. He flicked the button open, unzipped and yanked them down over her thighs, then he grabbed hold of the jeans and pulled them off. They sailed to the floor behind him.

He looked down at her, bare legs all smooth and sleek below tiny pink panties. He stroked a hand up each thigh, curled his fingers into the elastic of the underwear and slowly dragged them off, too.

She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, watching him with hot eyes as he undressed her. He was so frickin’ hard it hurt. He reached for her ankles, pushed her knees up and thighs open.

He loved that Brazilian wax job she’d gotten. His eyes moved over her smooth, pretty pussy, admiring the picture she made still wearing her T-shirt but bare from the waist down.

“Gavin,” she whispered.

“Mmmm?”

Her hips moved on the bed and he pushed her legs further apart, watched the pink folds of her labia open, her clit pouting between them. So sweet. His mouth watered with a need to taste her and he kneeled on the floor in front of her and bent his head.

She smelled delicious, like peaches and brown sugar, and it turned him on painfully. He kissed her quivering clit, with a firm, closed-mouth kiss, shut his eyes and inhaled long and slow. Then he pressed kisses to her folds, nibbling with his lips on the swollen flesh, sucking it gently into his mouth, first one side of her pussy, then the other. She writhed beneath him and a low moan vibrated through her.

He turned his head and pressed his mouth to the inside of her thigh, then to the damp crease where thigh joined hip, tasting her with his tongue. Her fingers grasped his head, tugged his hair, trying to move his mouth back where she wanted it. He smiled.

He lifted his head, studied her sweet pussy again, probing with one finger, pushing inside her. She clamped around him, velvety hot and so wet, and he slid a second finger in.

“Oh, God,” she groaned and he looked up her body. Her chin tipped up, her eyes drifted closed and her breasts thrust out. He really should get that T-shirt off her. But he didn’t want to move from where he was, craved the taste of her again, and he lowered his head and licked her.

“Yes, lick me,” she begged, her fingers tightening in his hair. He dragged his tongue up one side and down the other, tasting the sweet cream pouring out of her. He probed her with the tip of his tongue, then licked even lower, around the tight pucker below. He licked over each smooth ass cheek, then back up, around her clit. Her hips undulated beneath him. So sexy.

Finally he licked her clit, hard and swollen, rubbed his tongue over it while she moved against him. He pushed his fingers back into her and curved them, seeking the spot he knew would give her the most intense orgasm. She cried out and arched off the bed. Knowing she was coming, he covered her clit with his mouth and gently sucked.

Her hands dropped to the bed, her head tossed from side to side as she tightened and pulsed through her orgasm. Her inner muscles clenched and released around his fingers in an erotic rhythm.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” he murmured. He rested his cheek against one thigh, keeping his fingers inside her while little spasms continued to squeeze him.

“Oh, God.”

Slowly his withdrew his wet fingers and lifted his head. Her eyes opened. He wanted to lick her off his fingers but…instead he shifted up over her and rubbed the sticky wetness over her lips. He pushed her bottom lip down to open her mouth, slid his fingers inside. Eyes heavy and hazy, she sucked him in, swirled her tongue over him, licked her own taste off him. It was so fucking hot he almost came right then.

“Taste good, baby?” His voice was husky.

She nodded. “Yes.” She swallowed, still looking dazed.

“Wanna come inside you, baby,” he whispered, sitting up and yanking his shirt over his head. He rolled off the bed, wrenched open the button of his jeans, shoved his zipper down and kicked them off. He tugged off his socks, then fell naked back onto the bed.

He slid his hands up under Melina’s shirt, over her narrow ribcage, pushing the fabric up under her arms. Damn, she was wearing his favorite bra, sheer white fabric with little pink ribbon bows between her breasts and on the straps. He loved girly lingerie. Never mind black leather and stilettos. Okay, stilettos were good, but he loved frilly feminine things like this.

Her nipples showed clearly through the sheer bra, small and rosy and tight. He rubbed his fingers over them, just the very tips where he knew they were most sensitive. The tight buds hardened even more and he leaned down to lick one over the fabric.

Melina moaned and her eyes fluttered closed. “Let’s take this off, sweetheart.” He slid his hands behind her to unfasten the bra and helped her sit up to whip the T-shirt over her head and drop the bra off.

“Mmm, so pretty.” He admired her breasts with his hands, generously full and round. His dick throbbed and jerked against her bare thigh.

She reached for him, stroked him, and he sucked in a breath. “Oh, yeah.” He let her play, soft hands sliding up and down, pleasure streaking from his cock out through every nerve ending. “So good, baby.” His hands paused on her breasts and his eyes fell closed as sensation sizzled over his skin and lust throbbed in his balls.

He squeezed her soft breasts, pinched her nipples, now making her hands falter on him. “Okay,” he said suddenly. “Need inside you.”

He shoved her down flat, moved over her. She rolled away from him.

“Do me from behind,” she whispered. Christ. His dick surged again at her words. He loved fucking her from behind, watching his cock slide in and out of her slick pussy, cuddling her round ass cheeks in his hands.

She slid her hand down under her and between her legs as he ran the head of his cock over her wetness, lubing it up. Then he pushed into her. Sweet Jesus, she was hot and tight, snug around him.

He put his hands on her ass, separated the cheeks, and looked down to where their bodies joined. His cock, all shiny and crimson, slid in and out. Her fingers worked her clit, sometimes brushing his dick with her fingernails as she dipped low for more moisture. She paused in her self-pleasuring to cup his balls. Her fingers stroked softly over them, contracted up against his body.

“I love it when your balls are tight like that,” she whispered. He thrust into her hard in reaction to her words, and she cried out, moved her fingers back to her clit.

“Harder,” she begged him breathlessly. “Make me come.”

He slammed into her, so close himself, hoping she was there because…fuck, he was shooting toward it, fingers hard on her hips, his thighs tense, teeth gritted. Ecstasy exploded in him and he came in a rush of blinding, hard spasms inside her.

He felt Melina rippling around him in her own orgasm, and they both cried out at the intensity of it. He collapsed over her back, damp with sweat, pulled her long hair aside to press a kiss to her shoulder.

“Ah, Christ, Melina, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”