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“Mmm, I could do with some of that, too,” he agrees. “I’m going to feed Scout, bring him to my parents’ place, and then have a quick shower. Meet me at the truck in forty five minutes?”

“You got it,” I agree, “But I kind of love how you look right now. And smell.”

He’s in the standard rancher uniform of well-worn jeans and a plaid flannel shirt, but nothing can hide this man’s muscular form. Every time I look at him, I picture him deliciously and gloriously naked.

His presence can shift molecules where they aren’t meant to be.

He chuckles. “You like the smell of hard work, huh?”

“I like everything about you,” I return, “Even your sweaty man smell.”

There’s something about Gavin that is just somale, and I can’t get enough of it. Enough of him. He smells like hard work, yes, but also like cedar and outside and Gavin, my favorite mix.

His mouth connects with mine, and he starts kissing me slowly, his lips barely touching me. But desire powerful enough to knock me over still courses through my body from a simple kiss. His tongue teasingly traces along my bottom lip and I moan, responding to him fully and instantly.

Gavin gradually deepens the kiss, slowly possessing me with his tongue, teeth, and lips. It takes all my self-control not to climb him like a tree.

His lips are firm but soft against mine. He grabs hold of my hair, gently tilting my head back and leaving me completely open, helpless against his determined onslaught.

When his tongue finally slides into my mouth, he groans deep in his throat, and the sound reverberates in my core. My tongue moves against his in a deliberate and teasing way, my teeth nipping his lower lip and trying to drive him wild.

“Babe,” he groans again, his hands moving fervently along my body as his hard cock presses insistently against me.

At the intense sound of his desire, my hands impatiently knock his hat off his head and tangle roughly in his hair. I force him to further deepen the kiss and devour my mouth as I grind hard against him.

Gavin plunges his tongue into my mouth again, licking me slowly. I stroke my tongue against his, meeting his eagerness and pulling back at exactly the right moments to tease and torture him before gently sucking on his tongue.

“I’m picturing you doing that same thing to my dick.”

“Gavin,” I moan.

“Love my name on those lips,” he growls.

His tongue explores my mouth as though for the first time. My body is flush against his as I melt into the solid strength of him, completely lost in the moment and his touch.

He’s fucking my mouth, and our pace is frantic as we both moan wildly. Trapped in the monotony of scheduled sex with my ex that I just wanted to end as quickly as possible, I’d forgotten just how much a good kiss turns me on.

Gavin is absolute perfection.

His hands dip to cup my ass, and when he lifts me off the ground, my legs automatically wrap around his waist. I wiggle desperately against him, and the hard ridge of his erection presses firmly against my center as eager anticipation fills me.

I playfully trail kisses along his jawline, and he squeezes my ass in response. When I take his earlobe between my teeth before sucking on it while rhythmically rubbing circles around his cock, his groan shatters me and reaches every sacred, primitive place inside me.

“Oh, my God, babe. Fuck,” Gavin hisses through gritted teeth. “I want you so fucking bad. I can’t even think straight.”

“Guess what?” I ask, my tone light and teasing.

“Mmm? Tell me before my knees give out from wanting you.”

“I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

I take my turn kissing him, my tongue entering his mouth with quick, shallow licks, and my hips working eagerly against his hard cock, desperate for his groans and quick pants of breath.

My hands slide under his shirt so I can run my fingernails up and down his bare back, loving the feel, scent, and taste of him.

I moan against Gavin’s mouth, and his big body shudders.

“Fuck, I love how you sound when you want me. I need to be inside you, babe. Right now.”