Chapter 77.

                                    

                                          
"I'm going to take a shower," I tell Gavin, feeling gross after our day at the beach. 
                          
Tammy and Hailey had joined us today, but I think that only made it worse. Let's just say, Gavin plus Tammy plus wet sand is not a good combination. 
                          
"I'll join," he says, stripping his shirt from his torso. Why did I come back to his house again? I should've known I wouldn't get any peace. 
                          
"No," I cross my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow. 
                          
"No?" He asks, almost incredulously. "What do you mean no?"
                          
"Did you forget the whole me being mad at you because you threw wet sand in my hair?" I ask, feeling pissed off all over again about the fact that I'll now have to scrub my scalp ten times harder. 
                          
"You were serious?" He scoffs. 
                          
"As serious as losing an arm," I tell him, giving a bitter smile before walking into his bathroom. I make sure to lock the door before stripping from my bathing suit that's - of course - filled with sand. 
                          
I roll my eyes in frustration and turn on the shower, hopping in when it gets warm. I use Gavin's loofa to wash my body that is completely covered in sand and rocks. They irritate the crap out of me sometimes. 
                          
As I'm rinsing off my body, I hear the door open and I sigh. Seconds later Gavin walks into the glassed in shower, his naked, tan body on full display. 
                          
"How'd you even get in here?" I question, my voice defeated. I should've known he'd find a way. 
                          
"Key," he gives a short answer. I feel his body behind me, the feeling of his semi-erection against my ass. Is he ever not aroused? "Don't be mad, baby. I'm sorry."
                          
I want so bad to roll my eyes at him, but my body goes paralyzed when he presses against me harder and his hands slide down my sides. 
                          
"Say something," he instructs, one of his hands pressing itself against my stomach and slowly, so slowly, going further down. "Hm?"
                          
"Stop touching me and maybe I would be able to," I breathe. My head falls back against his shoulder the minute he spreads my legs and slides his hand between them. 
                          
"You want me to stop touching you?" He asks, while his thumb fondles my clįt. I shake my head. "I need words, baby. I need to know you want this."
                          
I whimper, placing my hand over his as it begins to pick up the pace. 
                          
"Bella," he growls in my ear, his erection sprouting even more. 
                          
"N-no," I answer. 
                          
"There we go," he says, and turns me around, pushing me against the wall. The steam from the shower adds to the steam from our actions, making me feel light headed and oh so turned on.
                          
He gets on his knees so fast that I barely see the movement, and then one of my legs is lifted over his shoulder. With our eyes in contact, his tongue slides across my slīt. 
                          
So good. 
                          
"Gavin..." I moan. My hands thread in his hair for both something to keep me steady and to keep me from screaming his name. He's already cocky enough, the last thing he needs is for me to scream his name with the mere touch of his tongue. 
                          
He groans against me, the grip he has on my thighs no doubt is going to leave a mark. 
                          
Laps of his tongue are made against me, the wetness down there more than just the water running over us. My leg is shaking as it tries to support more than half my wait, and moans falls from my lips like a symphony.