“Like this?” He added a second finger to the first. Hooked his fingers forward, hitting my sweet spot.
“Oh yes.” He pumped in and out, but it still wasn’t enough. “No. More.” Tears filled my eyes, the begging so out of character for me it was hard to do. It hurt to ask for anything when I usually got so little from people in return.
He met my gaze, brushing my hair from my eyes. “Shh. I’m going to take care of you.” He slid down my body until I felt his harsh breath over my sex.
This time, he didn’t make me ask or beg, he simply drew me into his warm, delicious mouth. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to him, the hot glide of his tongue over my sensitive folds, the thorough way he ate at me like he’d never have enough. But most of all, the way he focused on that one spot that needed him most.
Hands gripped my hips hard, his tongue lashed at my clit, coaxing more of a response from me than I’d believed myself capable of. I shook, I saw stars, I felt myself climbing up, up, reaching for something far bigger than me, something not even a handheld toy could achieve, never mind another man. And then I was there, the climax shaking me to my core.
I cried out, incoherent words, low guttural moans as he kept me coming beneath his mouth and stayed with me until the large quake became smaller tremors and I lay beneath him, my body spent.
Except his wasn’t, and as soon as I felt the nudge of his hard c**k against me, I opened my eyes, wanting to see him as he finally took me.
“There’s nothing between us,” his said in a gruff voice.
“There’s been nobody since … you know, and considering everything before, I’ve also been checked.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw at the mention of Lance. “And there’s been nobody since you walked into my apartment. I’m clean.”
Tears pricked my eyes, and suddenly he was there, thrusting inside, taking away all thought and concern. There was only Gabe, big and hard, easing his way inside me.
“You’re tight,” he said, his voice shaking along with his muscular arms as he held back. “But you feel so damned perfect.”
The burn as he pushed deeper spoke of Gabe, our connection. I welcomed it, knowing how much I wanted to give to this man. The thought scared me. It came with the fleeting reminder of how much was still unsaid between us. But then he began a steady pumping, in and out, until he’d lodged in deep.
I felt him. “Gabriel,” I moaned, unable to keep the feelings inside.
“Oh, Iz.” His self-control fled, and he f**ked me. There were no other words as he took me hard and fast, easing out, slamming in deep. All the while holding my gaze, not letting me look away as he possessed my body, his arms braced, enabling him to thrust in and out, bringing us both higher and higher. I’d never been on such a precipice before, and I needed to touch him. I tugged at the bindings on my arms, groaning when I couldn’t release myself. He reached out a hand, did something, and then I was free to roam my hands over his broad shoulders, the muscles flexing as he drove in and out of me, taking what he wanted and giving me everything in return.
I shook, felt the beginnings of an orgasm I wasn’t sure I could handle. Not with those intense blue eyes boring into me, making me vulnerable and even needier. Before I could think, he changed position just a touch, and he hit that spot. The one his fingers easily found when he wanted me to soar.
“Oohh,” I let out a long, embarrassing wail.
It merely spurred him on. He hooked an arm around my back, pulled me to a sitting position, and then I was facing him. Looking into his eyes as he ground himself into me and came hard.
My name on his lips triggered my release and brought me along with him.
Chapter Thirteen
Isabelle: Being Me
The afterglow took a long time to fade. I think I slept or at least catnapped. That was okay, since I woke up wrapped in warmth, and I was in no rush to break away from the strong arms holding me tight. He slept beside me, his big body lax, obviously finding the same ease with me as I did with him. But he gave me more. I felt so protected when I was with Gabe, so right. I could wake up like this every morning, I thought, and cut off my musings. I had no right to think beyond the here and now. Time, I needed it to make sure I didn’t jump without thinking, like I tended to do when it came to men. To the idea of security.
“Isabelle?” a female voice called out from the living room.
I jumped at the intrusion.
“Isabelle? It’s me, Lucy! I thought I could welcome you to the island, have a drink, and we could talk about—” Lucy halted in the doorway, shutting up as she took in the sight of me. In bed with her brother.
“Oh my God.” I crawled lower into the bed.
“Go away, Lucy.”
“I thought I’d welcome her, Gabe. I didn’t think you’d jump her the minute she arrived.”
I cringed. Gabe merely glanced down, making sure he was covered.
“Actually, she jumped me.” He grinned, and I sank lower, managing to elbow him in the side for his sarcasm.