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continued, “That's what I've been scared of, Carrie. This past year, a part of me has always been waiting for this. For you to realize you could do so much better than me. I thought that showing you what I really wanted was the last straw.”
    I laughed and felt him stiffen. I tilted my head back so I could look at him. “And here I've been worrying that you wanted Alizee because I didn't respond the way you wanted me to, that you'd finally realized you were way out of my league.”
    He looked startled for a moment and then cupped the side of my face. “Carrie, I don't want anyone except you.” He ran his thumb along my bottom lip. “I don't know what I did to deserve you.”
    I slid my hand behind his neck and pulled his head down until his mouth met mine. I kept the kiss brief and chaste, aware that we were in public, but even that small contact was enough to send heat blazing through me. I closed my eyes, love for Gavin washing over me, chasing away all the negative.
    “There are still things I need to tell you,” he said, his voice low. “But I'm thinking they can wait a bit longer.” He released me and stood, holding out his hand to me. “We come first.”
    I nodded and slid my hand into his. We would stop Alizee, and Vincent if he was involved. We would help Pierre write his story or whatever else we needed to do. But after. Saving the world could wait a little longer.
     

Chapter 7
    Carrie
    We took a cab back to the hotel, keeping our hands linked the entire way. In the backseat, I snuggled under his arm, my fingers tracing patterns across his flat stomach. Absently, I wondered what it must've been like to watch him walk out of the ocean, his clothes clinging to every dip and curve of his body.
    My stomach tightened with desire.
    He kissed the top of my head, then moved down to my temple. The brush of his lips against skin made me shiver.
    “I love you,” he breathed. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”
    I looked up at him. “About as much as I love you.”
    His mouth lightly touched mine. “There are so many things I'm looking forward to doing to you.”
    His eyes shone with desire, twisting things deep inside me. “And I can't wait to let you do them.”
    Impossibly, his eyes darkened even more. “Fuck, Carrie. I'm not going to be able to walk into that hotel without embarrassing myself.”
    I gave him a wicked grin and slid my hand down to the growing bulge at the front of his pants. He stifled a moan as I cupped his cock. “You've got nothing to be embarrassed about.”
    He lowered his head so that his mouth was against my ear. “Keep that up and I'm not going to care that we're in the back of a cab. I'm going to fuck you right here.”
    I took a shuddering breath at the image his words created. It wasn't something I'd actually want him to do, but I couldn't deny the thought wasn't arousing. I was really glad they hadn't chosen somewhere further from the hotel. A longer ride, and I wasn't entirely certain I wouldn't have told him to go for it anyway.
    When the cab pulled up to the curb, Gavin shoved a wad of bills at the driver and practically dragged me out of the car. We went straight for the elevators, ignoring the surprised looks we received. I wasn't sure if it was because we were rushing or that Gavin looked a bit bedraggled now that his clothes had dried. It also might've been that his pants weren't doing anything to disguise his partial erection.
    All I could think about, though, was getting that delicious piece of flesh out of his pants and into mine. Figuratively, of course. Literally, I wanted him in my mouth, and then between my legs. Pants would just get in the way.
    The moment we stepped into the elevator, my control cracked. Gavin's thumb rubbed against the side of my hand, each pass making me think of how it felt when he did the same motion over my clit.
    Fuck it.
    I turned toward Gavin, pulling my hand from his and pushing him against the side wall. He looked down at