she’d never been. He’d made her come using his mouth. But this was different. It was more intense. Insanely gratifying. And when he went faster, harder, deeper, she screamed his name as sensations washed over her. She clawed at his back, bucked upward to tighten her legs around him and lock their bodies together.
An intense explosion swept her away in an earth-shattering release. Although this might be the first time she’d made love with a man, she knew that this wouldn’t be her last with Gavin.
* * *
That had been totally unreal, Gavin thought, a short while later as he lay flat on his back staring up at the ceiling. When had making love to a woman ever left him so physically sated and mentally drained? Hell, he was used to making out with women, sometimes all night long. And as a SEAL he was physically fit for all the rigors of combat. Yet, the woman sleeping beside him had practically drained him, made him weak as water with their first sexual encounter. How was that possible?
And she’d been a virgin. Gavin didn’t have to wonder how that was possible, given her status in life. To accomplish what she’d accomplished at her age meant she’d made sacrifices. He’d suspected her experience with men had been limited, he just hadn’t figured it to be nonexistent. Not that it bothered him. Normally, he preferred not to be any woman’s first, but he was glad he’d been Layla’s. The thought that no other man had been inside her body before him felt good, made him want to beat on his damn chest like a caveman. He’d branded Layla as his.
His?
Where in the hell had that thought come from? This was the second time he’d thought of her as being his woman. His. He needed to remind himself once again that he wasn’t into possessiveness. He’d even participated in a ménage à trois a time or two during his college years. So the idea of laying claim to any woman didn’t sit well with him. Sex was sex, no matter how good it was. No need to act crazy.
So why was he?
As he tilted his head to stare down at the woman sleeping peacefully beside him, he had to admit the sex had been better than good. Off the charts. He had studied her face when she’d come. Her expression had been utterly and incredibly spellbinding. Beautiful. Touching. She was such a passionate being it was hard to believe she’d held out for this long. Her presence on the Silver Spurs was the best luck he’d had in years. With sex that good she could dig up the entire damn ranch looking for whatever treasure she wanted. His treasure was right here with him in this bed.
Gavin frowned. He was thinking like a love-struck puppy, and he refused to go there. Isn’t that what had happened to his father? He’d quickly fallen in love with a woman only to die of a broken heart in the end? Okay, it had been an enemy’s bullet that had taken him out, but Gavin of all people knew of his father’s heartache.
Layla shifted her weight. Her leg, which rested between his, touched his groin. Immediately, he got hard. His erection had no problem coming to life. He glanced over at the clock. It was almost two in the morning. He should leave but the thought of waking up beside her in the morning had an appeal he couldn’t dismiss.
And then there was the temptation to wake her now and make love to her all over again. Move between her legs and slide inside of her. Go deep until he couldn’t go anymore. Then he would thrust hard like he’d done before. Even harder since she was no longer a virgin. He even thought about how it would feel not to wear a condom. To blast off inside of her. Fill her with the very essence of him.
Now that was taking his imagination a little too far. He was a man who played it safe so he would never be sorry. Babies of any kind were not in his immediate future. So why did the thought of a daughter who would be a mini-Layla appeal to him? Make his erection even harder?
Gavin closed his eyes. He had to stop thinking with the wrong head. Doing so could get him in serious trouble. He couldn’t let sexual feelings take control of his common sense no matter how wrapped up he wanted to get with the woman beside him. No matter how much inhaling her arousing scent was getting to him.
Shifting his body, he pulled Layla closer and let sleep overtake him.
The strong aroma of coffee woke Layla. She blinked, and then sluggishly realized where she was and what she’d done last night and with whom. If there had been any doubt in her mind about what had happened, all she had to do was tilt her head to gaze across the room to where a half-naked man lounged in the doorway holding a steaming cup of coffee.
Gavin.
She blinked. Okay, since he was wearing jeans, he wasn’t half-naked but half-dressed. Still, that was all he was wearing. And those jeans were riding low on his hips, making it pretty obvious just what a well-built body he had. His pose was picture perfect. He was the epitome of a sexy cowboy. A wealthy rancher. A scrumptious navy SEAL. How could one man exemplify all three and do it so well?
Her gaze roamed over him, from the top of his head all the way down to his bare feet. She’d paused when she’d seen that his zipper was undone. He’d either dressed quickly and hadn’t bothered to zip up, or he had plans that included her so he’d figured why bother.
Those tantalizing thoughts made her recall last night. Her first time. And she knew without a doubt it had been worth the wait. She couldn’t help it. Her gaze traveled the full length of him all over again. This time when her gaze settled on his midsection, she saw something she hadn’t seen before. A huge erection. She drew in a deep breath and swore that it got bigger as she stared at it.
“Want some?”
She snatched her gaze from his groin up to his face. The smile that touched his lips was priceless and way too sexy for words. “What are you offering?” she asked.
“Whatever you want.”
Reluctantly, she broke eye contact with him to glance outside the bedroom window. It was still dark but she knew it would be daybreak soon. Her team would be arriving from town within an hour or so. Her gaze returned to his. “I should take the coffee, get up, shower and get dressed.”
“But...”
How had he known there was a but in there? “But I much prefer taking the man holding the coffee.”
His smile widened. “And the man holding the coffee doesn’t have a problem with you taking him.”
Layla was only beginning to fully understand what heated lust was all about. “Did I tell you that last night I thought of myself as Viper Jr?”
He lifted a brow. “Viper Jr?”
“Yes. I set my sights on my target and went after what I wanted, and you, Gavin Blake, were my target.”
A wry grin split his lips. “Was I?”
She nodded. “I wanted you.”
“And I wanted you.”
Layla then saw a somewhat serious look appear in his eyes as he said, “How do you feel? I wanted you so much...because of that you’re probably sore. You sure you’re up to another ride this soon?”
Ride? She inwardly chuckled. Yes, he’d definitely ridden her last night. And yes, she was sore from it. However, as far as she was concerned, he could ride the soreness
