Wild Dreams: A Friends to Lovers romance (Wilder Irish Book 12), Mari Carr [motivational books for men .TXT] 📗

forearms, not to pull him away but for support. “God,” she said, her eyes drifting closed. “Gavin.”

He pinched them again, tugging on them as well. “Open your eyes, Erin. I want to see.”

She blinked several times, trying to focus. “See?”

“See what this does to you. How it makes you feel. I need to know you like it.”

Erin smiled. “I love it. Do you…”

Suddenly, she understood Gavin’s need for reassurance.

This was uncharted territory. For both of them. He’d never been with a woman. And she’d never slept with…well…basically a virgin, at least a heterosexual one. Part of her was terrified he’d figure out he’d been wrong about his desires and call it to a halt.

Gavin cupped her breasts, squeezing them tightly. Then he lowered his head and kissed her again. “You’re beautiful. Jesus. I’m blown away by you.”

She giggled softly, too happy to keep the sound inside.

“Less talk, more action,” Oliver said from the doorway.

Erin glanced over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes. “Come closer.”

Oliver sucked in a deep breath, but then did as she said. While he was only a few feet away from them, he still didn’t seek to join in. “Reach around her and unfasten her bra.”

Erin started to turn around, thinking it might make things easier, but Gavin halted her with firm hands on her shoulders. “Don’t move.”

He reached around her to unhook her bra. With his arms wrapped around her, it felt almost like an embrace, and she couldn’t stop herself from shifting closer, resting her cheek against his strong chest. She longed to see him as well, to strip him of his clothing, but after last night’s revelations, she thought it best that he take the lead on undressing himself.

He unfastened her bra with surprising skill, managing the task so quickly and efficiently, she lifted her head and gave him a curious look as he pulled the lace away completely and dropped it to the floor.

“Beginner’s luck,” he murmured, as she and Oliver laughed lightly.

Erin’s laughter ended on a gasp when he resumed his ministrations on her breasts, wasting no time teasing her tight nipples with more pinches, more pulling. He wasn’t holding back a thing, and Erin loved it.

“Suck on them,” Oliver said at last. Erin had been mere seconds away from making that same demand.

Gavin bent his head, wrapping his lips around one of her nipples. Again, he didn’t use kid gloves, but instead took her with a passion that was dizzying. He sucked her nipple hard enough she saw stars. When he grunted, she realized she was gripping his hair, pulling it. She loosened her hold, but Gavin shook his head.

“Pull it harder,” he said, just before taking her other nipple into his mouth.

“Gavin likes it rough too,” Oliver said.

Erin ran her hands through his hair. She’d foolishly chastised him a few days earlier, telling him he was overdue for a haircut. Now she was grateful he hadn’t listened. She loved running her fingers through his thick mass of dark hair, and loved even more the way his groan trembled against her sensitive nipple when she tugged on it, pulled it.

Her back arched with delight.

Gavin lifted his head, his eyes soft with wonder. “Can you come from this?” he asked curiously.

She shook her head. “Not just that. Though it turns me on. A lot.” She reached for the bottom of his T-shirt but didn’t try to remove it. “May I?” she asked.

Gavin nodded, then helped her pull his T-shirt over his head. She leaned forward, losing no time in running her tongue over his nipple, teasing the tiny bit of flesh with her front teeth. Gavin moaned, his hands gripping her head firmly, holding her lips to his chest.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

“Now you know how I feel,” she whispered against his tattooed skin. There were fewer scars on his chest, but she was closer to them than she’d been last night, and now—like then—her heart ached for the young boy who’d been so brutalized by his own mother.

She wasn’t sure what she’d revealed, but it was clearly too much. Gavin tipped her face up with a firm finger under her chin. “Not tonight, Erin. There’s no place for her here. I don’t want your pity. Not now, not ever.”

She nodded, then decided to put them back on track. Moving forward again, she ran the tip of her tongue from one nipple to the next, then bent over, drawing it straight down his chest to his belly button. She started to drop to her knees, ready to move things along to the next part, but Gavin gripped her upper arms and pulled her upright.

“There’s nothing I’d like more than to feel your lips wrapped around my dick, sweet girl, but if we go there, this will all be over too soon. I want to see you. All of you.”

Sweet girl.

Oliver’s term of endearment. Had he told Gavin? Or had Gavin heard Oliver call her that last night?

She glanced over at Oliver, who was showing amazing patience, given the intense look of desire naked in his eyes. “You’re our sweet girl,” Oliver murmured. “You’re always going to be that.”

“Ours,” Gavin repeated, his fingers finding their way to the elastic waist of her scrubs. He pushed them and her panties over her hips. The soft cotton fell and she toed it off, along with her shoes. She glanced down, surprised to find Oliver kneeling next to them. He bid her to lift one foot, then the other, stripping her socks off for her. That was it. The only touch. Then he lifted one of his knees while resting his weight on the other, resembling a man on the verge of proposing.

“Put your foot on my knee, Erin,” Oliver directed.

She did as he said, the position opening her fully.

“Get down here,” Oliver said, looking at Gavin.

Gavin dropped to his knees in front of her and Erin reached out, placing one hand on each of their shoulders. It was either that or fall down. Her knees were weak,