Book 2 - Page 44 (1/2)
Emily snorted. “And I bet you’d find that s.e.xy.”
“Beyond reason,” Gavin answered, handing their bags to his chauffeur. He pulled Emily into his arms, his smile wide. “I wouldn’t mind that as my Christmas gift tomorrow. You, naked in a red bow, wearing those horns.”
Emily lifted a brow, her voice husky. “You forgot about the red, six-inch stiletto heels, my hair pinned up off my shoulders, and a bottle of champagne. My belly b.u.t.ton could serve as your gla.s.s.”
Gavin’s eyes flared with instant, primal need. “Get in the limo.” He opened the door for her.
“Is that a threat?” Emily asked nonchalantly, trying to rile him up as she slipped in. She scooted across the cool leather seat and watched Gavin duck in behind her. “Because if so, it sounded… weak.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Gavin dragged her body on top of his, straddled her legs over his waist, and hit the b.u.t.ton for the privacy screen, sealing them off from the driver’s view. Emily went warm with pleasure as Gavin eased his hands through her hair, bringing her lips down to his. He kissed her hard, his tongue licking greedily over hers. G.o.d, he tasted so good. A cross between the bourbon he was drinking on the flight over and minty gum. It made her high. He made her high. His smell, touch, and taste did things to her body she’d never experienced. She couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as he slid a hand down her neck, along the arched curve of her spine, settling on her waist. His grip tightened in her hair, his kiss becoming desperate. Her heart took a nosedive into her stomach.
“Gavin,” she breathed, “my sister’s house is less than five minutes away.”
Still kissing her, he slipped his hand under her s.h.i.+rt, his voice strangled deep with desire. “I’ll tell the driver not to stop until we’re finished.”
Pulling back, a frown split her lips. She glanced at her watch. “We can’t. It’s already four. Dinner’s at a quarter after. My sister’s borderline OCD. She’ll seriously panic if we leave her waiting.”
Sighing, Gavin scrubbed his hands over his face. Staring at Emily, he shook his head, a lazy grin pulling at his mouth. “You know I’m inhaling every inch of your body after everyone goes to sleep, right?”
Emily smiled. “I would hope that you do.”
“I have every intention of doing so.” Resting his hands on her hips, he swept his gaze over her face. “Okay. Let’s play twenty questions.”
Emily gave a look of confusion. “Uh, okay.”
“Emily, I have a ma.s.sive hard-on right now that I’m pretty sure isn’t going down anytime soon. I’m also pretty sure it won’t look too good in front of your sister and brother-in-law. I need something to take my mind off of the things I was planning on doing to you on the way over. Get where I’m going?”
Covering her mouth, Emily stifled a laugh. “I do. Okay. Twenty questions. You start.”
Gavin s.h.i.+fted beneath Emily, trying to ignore his need to rip her clothing right from her body. “My driver knows where we’re going, but I forgot the name of the town they live in.”
“La Jolla.”
“Beach community?” Gavin asked, swiping a hurried hand through his hair.