Want You to Want Me - Lorelei James Page 0,82

my attention, I shoved the car in gear and followed her.

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The instant we’d closed and locked her apartment door, we were on each other. Mouths sneaking kisses as our coats and shoes littered the floor.

Clamping my hands on her ass, I lifted her and demanded, “Bedroom.”

“End of the hallway. Hurry,” she said, her fingers diving into my hair as she attacked my neck with her teeth and sucking kisses.

Her bedroom wasn’t totally dark, but lit by a lone lamp that gave me enough light to admire her by. I let her body slide down the length of mine before I put a few feet between us.

I shrugged out of my suit jacket, draping it over a chair. As I undid my cufflinks, I said, “Get naked for me.”

She yanked her sweater off, letting it fall behind her, leaving her in a see-through nude-colored stretchy sports bra.

“Christ. Lookit you. C’mere.”

“Nope. Your turn.”

“First time I’ve ever regretted wearing a three-piece suit,” I grumbled. I loosened my tie, ditched it and my vest before unbuttoning my dress shirt and chucking the pile toward my jacket, leaving me in just a T-shirt.

Next, instead of unhooking her bra, Gabi peeled her leggings and underwear off.

“Gabriella.”

“We’re taking turns. So drop your pants, Lund.”

I undid my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped, shucking my boxer briefs and pants to the floor, all without taking my eyes off her chest.

She was quiet a beat too long and I chanced a glance at her. “What?”

“Nice manscaping. Oh, and, Charming? That’s definitely above average.”

“Glad you approve. Get those sweet tits over here.”

“The last of our clothing off at the same time.”

I said, “Fine,” and whipped off my T-shirt so fast that I wouldn’t miss a millisecond of my first glimpse of her unfettered breasts.

Gabi popped the front clasp on her bra and then she stood before me, gloriously naked, eyes blazing as her gaze worshipped me as thoroughly as mine worshipped her.

“This body,” I groaned. “Gimme all of it.”

“Same.”

I molded her flesh in both hands, then bent down. Faced with all that abundant skin, I feasted on her breasts, sucking her nipples, kissing the valley of her cleavage, over and over as she writhed against me.

Jesus. The sweaty, musky, salty taste of her kicked my greediness to an epic level and I couldn’t stop.

Her soft plea of my name brought me back around, when I realized I’d reverted to grunts as my only manner of communication.

Nuzzling the soft swells of her breasts, I reached for her hands and flattened her palms on my pecs. “Your turn. Touch me, Gabriella. Please.”

She ruffled her fingers through the hair on my chest, lightly dancing the tips of her fingers over my nipples until they were hard nubs. She bent her mouth to them.

I hissed with unabashed need.

Instead of continuing in a southward progression, she glided her palms up. Smoothing them over my shoulders, squeezing and sighing as she mapped my biceps and triceps with her strong grip. Then she pressed a singular kiss to my Adam’s apple as one hand cupped the back of my neck and the other hand sneakily slipped between my thighs to cup me there.

I circled my hand around her wrist, stopping her. “Let’s finish this on the bed.”

In one fast move, she sidestepped me and pushed all the pillows and the comforter to the floor. Then she crawled to the center of the mattress, making sure I got an eyeful of her luscious ass.

Which I obligingly sank my teeth into since she’d presented it to me so blatantly.

She squealed and I flipped her onto her back, pressing my body over hers, silencing her protest with my mouth.

We kissed for an eternity.

Kissing Gabi when we were clothed was spectacular.

Kissing Gabi when we were naked was the ultimate intimacy. Yes, there was urgency, but there was also sweetness. And trust. And tenderness. And an understanding even before our bodies connected that this was special. Nearly sacred. So we weren’t in any rush.

Until we were.

I slid my hand up the center of her body and planted kisses across her neck, stopping below her ear. “Open your mouth for me.”

Before she did as I’d asked, she said, “Your bossy side in bed does it for me in a bad way, Lund.”

“Good to know.” Keeping my focus on the split spot on her lip, I eased two fingers inside her mouth. “Suck on them. Get them nice and wet.”

“Is this where I confess you won’t need the extra lube because I’m

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