Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 121755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
But I broke the kiss and whispered, “Baby, I won’t break. Let go.”
He held my eyes.
I cupped his head in one hand, brought his mouth back to mine, kissed him hard, reached with my other hand, and dug my heels into his back just as I sank my nails into his hard swell of his ass.
He groaned and went faster.
Harder.
Oh yes.
I scored my nails up his back.
There it was.
Gabe started fucking me.
Yes.
We kept kissing, then, when we couldn’t anymore, we panted against each other’s lips. With each hard thrust, he banged against my clit in a way I knew just taking him was all I’d need.
But then he skated his hand between us, dipped in, and he performed some miracle with his thumb on my clit.
And instantaneously, I flew.
Clutching him, whimpering his name, my sex rippling around his driving cock, I came, and came some more when he grunted, “Fuck yeah, baby.”
Having given me that, he rode me wild until he shoved his face in my neck a second before it whipped back on a grunt, then a long groan as he bucked inside me two, three, four, five times, and stopped, sheathed in me. Finally, his powerful body fully tensed, giving a strong, delicious shudder, before it relaxed.
I took his weight for a beat before he rolled us again, me on top.
We’d done it.
It was official.
Now he was my man.
And I was his woman.
Delighted by the thought, I nuzzled his bearded jaw, roamed his corded throat with my fingertips, and he smoothed his hands over my back as we both came down.
And of course, Gabe was affectionate and touchy after sex.
He claimed one of my ass cheeks with his hand and cupped the back of my neck with his other before he asked, “You all right?”
With effort, I lifted my head. “I’m not sure ‘all right’ are the words I’d use, but I’m surprised I’m even capable of speech right now, so we’ll just say the answer is a resounding yes.”
He smiled.
It was not lost on me I was falling in love with this man.
But I was already in love with that smile.
The smile died as he lifted a hand to trace my hairline.
“You cried,” he said softly.
I was not about to be embarrassed by that.
“I kinda like you and that was amazing,” I replied.
“Yeah, it was,” he whispered.
I was ecstatic he agreed, then again, it seemed like he came hard too.
“You give great head, Gabriel Stark,” I announced.
He chuckled and replied, “We share that in common.”
I fought preening.
I failed.
He started laughing.
And made my day.
He quit laughing and said, “Clean you up, cupcake, quick debrief on your night, then I need you to get some shuteye.”
I kinda wanted to have a short rest period, one where we didn’t rest, as such, but felt each other up and made out during it, then went for round two, and possibly, if he was up for it, round three.
Gabriel Stark just ate me, I blew him, and he made love to me before he fucked me.
It was spectacular.
Therefore, I wasn’t all that concerned about sleep.
I could catch up on Sunday.
Sure, that was five days away.
But…
Fuck it.
“Cupcake, we both got jobs where we need to shut down to do them right,” he said like he could read my thoughts.
Ugh.
He was right.
Whatever.
I’d lost him during the roll, so he was free to cup me between my legs.
I sucked in a sharp breath because that felt awesome.
“You good with me cleaning you up, or you like to see to that?” he asked.
“I can swing either way.”
“Then stay still,” he ordered.
Annnnd…
Of course he was that guy who got out of bed to clean his woman so neither of them had to sleep in the wet spot.
Another roll that left me on my side. Then he yanked the covers out from under me so he could put them over me (and of course he was that guy who didn’t leave his woman naked and cold).
He went to the bathroom, came back with a warm cloth. He nearly made me weep again with how tender he cleaned me. He returned to the bathroom, came back, switched off the lights and joined me in bed.
Gathering me to him in the dark, he said, “Now tell me about tonight.”
I would later give some headspace to the fact that he was interested, no doubt worried (before I got there, again, he hadn’t even put jammies on!), and both of those felt fantastic.
But in the now, I gave him the skinny, having just enough energy left to power through his scary vibe when I told him we’d nearly been caught and were in the same house as some bad guys.
I then briefly laid out what was next.
I finished with, “Do you think that’s a good plan?”
“An alternate plan would be just telling him he’s being played so he can tell them to go fuck themselves,” Gabe said.