Gabriel - Jessie Cooke Page 0,54
you.”
She laughed. “From what I remember of last night...and that is every delicious detail,” she told him with a wink, “there’s no ‘might be’ to it.”
Gabe felt his face flush as he said, “Yeah, just not sure we want to advertise that anywhere near the boss.”
She giggled. “So if he suddenly says he doesn’t want us together, you’d stop seeing me?”
“No fucking way,” he said, without any uncertainty. “I can just promise you that it wouldn’t be pretty, if I defied him.” He reached up and put his hand on her neck, pulling her down into a warm, sweet kiss. When he broke it he said, “I can also promise you that you’re the first thing in my life that I know, without a doubt, I would defy him for.”
Patrice lay down next to him and for a few seconds they just lay there, looking at each other, and then she said, “You ever think it was fate...I mean, that I happened to be your nurse and that led to me finding my father and finding all of these things out about my mother?”
“I believe in fate, and karma too. I’m Cajun,” he said with a grin. “You’d be surprised at some of the stuff I believe.”
“I guess I’m Cajun too,” she said. “That’s something I haven’t really thought about since finding Blackheart. I guess I have a lot to learn.”
Gabe put his hand on the side of her face, kissed her softly again, and whispered, “Stick with me, baby...I’ll teach you.”
Their lips met again and this time with their bodies molded into each other it turned passionate in an instant. Gabe had his hands on Patrice’s face, but he felt one of hers wander down to the front of his jeans where his erection was trying to escape. He gasped when he felt her unbutton and unzip his jeans, and then let out a long groan when her warm hand slid down into the front of his boxer shorts and wrapped around his aching shaft. “Oh baby...” he whispered as he pulled out of the kiss and rolled onto his back. Patrice smiled and he closed his eyes as she began to stroke him, slowly and gently. He gasped and let one of his hands slide up underneath her t-shirt. Her skin was so soft and warm and the sensation of touching her while she stroked him sent shivers down his spine and goosebumps skittering down his arms. She tightened her grip on him when his hand slipped underneath her bra and cupped one of her breasts. Her strokes became harder and faster as he massaged and caressed her breast, pressing his palm into her engorged nipple.
Their breaths both began to grow more shallow and just when he thought he couldn’t get any harder, he felt another wild rush of blood to his cock when she slid her hand down between his legs and cupped his balls. He moaned and pressed his head back into the pillow. “Oh Jesus, baby.”
He felt her weight shift on the bed, and then her warm breath as it lingered over his skin. He opened his eyes and when she took his jeans and shorts in her hands, he lifted his hips and let her pull them off. She tossed them aside and once more he felt her hot breath, and then the tip of her wet tongue against the head of his cock. He squeezed her breast harder and she moaned, right before opening her sexy, pillow-soft lips and taking the tip of his cock into her mouth. He arched his back and put his free hand into her hair, wrapping it up around his fist and feeling the silky strands slide through his fingers.
A gravelly noise escaped from his throat when she opened her lips wider and let the shaft of his cock begin to slide into her mouth. It was wet and hot, and when she closed her lips around him and began to let him slide in and out, touching the back of her throat each time, he began to make noises that he was almost worried would reach the end of the hall and notify her father that he was about to wildly fuck his daughter. That thought was fleeting, however, and he stuffed it as quickly as it had risen. All he wanted to concentrate on at that moment was the gorgeous woman who was making him feel like he was floating somewhere between the stars he could