felt the pad of his finger on one and the scrape of his nail on the other.
How could something so insignificant be so sexy? Erotic even, like the motion of his finger sliding between my breasts was symbolic of—
“Fuck yeah, you’ll get my mouth,” Gabe said, cutting off my thoughts. “But I was thinking how good it’s gonna feel when my cock’s sliding between your tits.”
Even though I’d been thinking along the same lines, hearing Gabe say it made me shiver.
“You’d like that,” he noted.
“I would,” I confirmed.
Then the weirdest thing happened. Gabe removed his finger from between my breasts, lifted his hand, and cupped my face. After that, he proceeded to rub the apple of my cheek with his thumb. He did so with our eyes locked.
This was not sexy.
It was sweet.
A lovely gesture that calmed my jitters.
“I’m gonna take care of you,” he vowed.
My throat clogged with emotion, leaving me speechless. All I could do was stare into Gabe’s earnest eyes—soulful brown, with flecks of black.
“Go to your room, baby. I’ll be right there,” he whispered.
The mood had changed and I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. But instead of overthinking, I nodded.
“Before you get in bed, lose the panties and bra,” he instructed and my belly flip-flopped.
I nodded again and hurried out of the kitchen acutely aware I was walking through the house with nothing but a bra and G-string on.
Sweet Jesus. Heat hit my cheeks (both sets) and I rushed to the master bedroom. What in the world was I doing? I wasn’t wild. I was boring as the day was long. I was standing next to the bed staring down at the light blue quilt wondering if I’d made a mistake.
Gabe had even warned me himself I was playing with fire.
Shit.
Now I was a tease. It was fun when I was taunting him but now with the cool air washing over my skin, it was no longer amusing.
Warm lips hit my shoulder. Heat swept over my body, but before I’d fully committed to the warmth, rough hands caught my hips and traveled around to my stomach then over my ribs.
“Breathe, Evette.” Gabe’s words fanned across my neck and I exhaled the breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.
The oxygen had barely left my lungs when he yanked my bra up and cupped my bare breasts.
Skin on skin.
This was what I wanted.
To feel this.
Once again I wasn’t breathing. Desire had rushed back in like a freight train demolishing as the nerves crept in. From there he worked me into a frenzy. His mouth devoured my neck—he kissed and sucked and nipped all the while his fingers pinched and rolled my nipples until I was on the verge of an orgasm.
Gabe ground his erection against my ass. The feel of the abrasive material of his pants on my bare skin felt so damn naughty it sent another bolt of electricity through me.
“Spread.” Kiss. “Your.” Bite. “Legs.” Lick.
Mindlessly I obeyed, unable to do much of anything except allow my head to lull to the side to give his lips better access.
“Wider, baby.”
I did as Gabe asked and when he growled against my neck I knew I was in big trouble. I’d do any damn thing he asked to feel that feral sound on my skin.
One hand left my breast and I groaned in protest.
“Patience,” he murmured and rolled my nipple between his fingers, then added a vicious tug that had me arching my back.
“More?”
“Yes,” I hissed.
He pinched again, adding a little more pressure, bringing me right to the edge of too much pain. But he backed off as his other hand dipped into my panties. The tips of his fingers barely grazed my clit but the light touch had my hips thrusting back, wanting more.
“Mmm,” Gabe hummed against my shoulder. “Stay still for me, Evette.”
“Can’t.”
“Try for me.”
I was on the verge of trying to follow his command. I really was, but when two thick fingers plunged inside of me I lost my willpower and jerked my hips.
“Fuck, honey.” Gabe’s words rasped rough and harsh in my ear and I rocked harder against his fingers. “Was gonna get you there nice and slow. Work you up until you were begging for my cock.”
Was?
“I’ll beg now.”
Gabe cupped my pussy, two fingers working in and out, his palm brushing my clit.
My back to his chest, pressed together.
His arm was diagonal across my front, anchoring me to him while he plucked and played with my breast.