She jerked her head up.
“You have got to be kidding me. You are not stopping.”
“Tell me about Arkansas, Elizabeth.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you out of your f**king mind? Get your head back down there between my legs and lick my pu**y. I’m not talking about Arkansas. Not now, not ever.”
He laid his hand on her sex, dipped his fingers inside her, and pumped once, twice, felt her shudder, felt her pu**y tighten around his fingers.
“Fuck you, Gavin. Untie me.”
He withdrew his fingers and took all that wet cream and painted her clit with it, teased the nub until it hardened and bloomed under his finger.
She dropped her head and moaned, her hips rocking under his hand.
And then he stopped. “Tell me about Arkansas, Elizabeth.”
“Screw you. This is supposed to be fun between us.”
“I’m having fun.”
She stared up at the ceiling. “I’m not.”
“Aren’t you?” He swept his fingers along the seam of her pu**y again, circling her clit until her lips clamped tightly closed and her jaw tightened. “You want to come, Elizabeth. I know how good this feels.” He slid two fingers inside her and began to move. “You want me to f**k you, to make you come. I want to come in you, to feel your pu**y squeeze me until I shoot off inside you.”
She refused to look at him. “Then shove your c**k in me and f**k me.”
“I want to know you, to know all about you. I want to know where you came from, who you were before.”
She lifted her head and tears filled her eyes. “No, you don’t. You don’t want to know that, Gavin. Please.”
He pulled his fingers out of her, laid down on top of her. “What hurts you about that? Tell me.”
“Damn you. I can’t. Don’t make me talk about it. This isn’t a game to me.”
Was she manipulating him, or was that the truth? With Elizabeth, he was never sure.
And what did she mean by it not being a game? Being tied up, talking about Arkansas, or something else?
He swept his hand over her hair, turned her to face him. “Talk to me.”
“Let me go, Gavin. Just let me go.”
He kissed her. She whimpered against his lips, fighting him at first, but then she gave in. Gavin untied the restraints at her wrists, and she wrapped her arms around him, tight. He swept his arm around her back, and something elemental passed between them, something fierce and primal as he fit his c**k at the entrance to her pu**y and slid inside her.
Elizabeth lifted, and Gavin reached underneath to hold on to her ass, pulling her closer to him as he ground against her, still kissing her, his tongue licking against hers as they met each other in a hot melding of passion that caught him by surprise. Maybe he felt bad for asking more than she was willing to give, but his guilt was torn away as desire took over and he f**ked her with deep strokes.
Elizabeth raked her nails across his shoulders and moaned against his lips. It was as if neither of them wanted to break the contact. He wanted to untie her legs but didn’t want to break his hold on her as he rolled his hips against her, giving her the contact she needed against her clit. She bit his lip, and he dug his fingers into the globes of her ass, dipping her pelvis up to drive harder inside her.
Her pu**y gripped him as he felt the first waves of her orgasm clench around his cock. She cried out, and he swallowed her cries with his own loud groans as his orgasm crashed into him and left him holding tight to Elizabeth.
It wasn’t until he pulled out and went to untie her that he realized he’d f**ked her without a condom.
His hands were shaking as he released the restraints and rubbed her legs, wondering how the hell he’d lost control like that. He never, ever lost control.
He crawled up onto the bed and pulled her into his arms. “God, Elizabeth, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, I mean I didn’t use a condom. That has never happened before. I am always protected.”
She lifted up and looked at him. “Gavin, I’m on birth control. And I haven’t had sex in two years. I told you that. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m safe.”
Jesus. She thought . . . Jesus.
He dragged his fingers through his hair. “Honey, I’m worried about hurting you, not the other way around. But I’m tested regularly. Clean bill of health. And I’ve never, ever had sex without a condom. Until tonight. I don’t know what happened.”
She laid her head back down. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like I’m going to pop up pregnant or try to trap you.”
That wasn’t at all what he was worried about.
“And about me asking you questions.”
She stilled. “Forget it, okay?”
“Okay.”
But he wasn’t going to forget it.
SEVEN
ELIZABETH WAS WAITING FOR HIM OUTSIDE HIS LOCKER after the game the next day.
“I thought we’d go have dinner at this new Italian restaurant in West Palm Beach.”
She’d brushed aside the night before, hadn’t said anything further about it. Gavin wanted to talk about it, but every time he’d try to bring it up she changed the subject. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he could grab a clue.
“Italian it is.” He grabbed his bag, put his arm around her, and they pushed through the doors to the parking lot.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his brother leaning against a car.
Mick’s smile died instantly when he spotted Gavin with his arm around Elizabeth. Mick pushed off the car and came toward them.
“Oh, shit,” Elizabeth whispered, stepping away from him.
“Hey,” Gavin said as Mick approached. “I didn’t know you were in town.”
Mick hugged him, but he wasn’t smiling. “Yeah. I had a meeting in New York, so I thought I’d take a quick flight down here and catch one of your games.”
He nodded at Elizabeth. “Liz.”
“Hi, Mick.”
“So, what’s going on?”
Gavin shrugged. “Preseason stuff. You know the drill.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it. What’s going on with you and Elizabeth?”
Elizabeth turned to Gavin. “I’m going back to the house. I’ll let you catch up with your brother, okay?”