Can't Help Falling In Love - Bella Andre Page 0,83
panties.”
“Me too,” she whispered.
His hands faltered just as he reached for the button of her jeans. A moment later, he was unzipping and drawing them down her legs, pulling off her shoes and socks while he was at it.
“Tell me one of them,” he said in that low, hungry voice that never failed to send heat and desire all through her, starting deep in her belly and radiating outward.
But she’d already had a chance to act out more than one fantasy with him. This time, she wanted to know his.
With his hands roving across her hips, her stomach, over her rib cage, it was hard to get the request out. “You already know one of my fantasies. I want to hear one of yours.”
His smile was so powerfully sensual she almost came right then and there, with nothing more than that look in his eyes and his large hands cupping her still-covered br**sts.
“One of my fantasies,” he said softly, as he lifted himself off her so that he could rake his eyes down her entire body, “involves surprise.” He paused. “And trust.”
Whatever she’d been expecting him to say, it hadn’t been this.
It hadn’t been his asking her for trust.
Of course she trusted him. She’d let him into her life, into Summer’s life. She had wild sex with him and knew that even though he was so much bigger, she’d never have to be frightened about what he could have done to her.
As if he was giving her time to think about what he’d just said, he got up off the bed and took off his clothes. When he turned back to her, he was gloriously naked and so hard his erection was standing straight up against his hard stomach.
It would have been so easy just to pull him down over her, to brush past whatever surprise, whatever fantasy he wanted to have come true, and make love without any more talk about trust. But she knew that wouldn’t just be cheating him of his fantasy...it would be cheating herself, too.
“Megan?”
The moment of truth had come. He’d given her time to think, to mull, to decide. He hadn’t forced the issue on the word love but she could see he wasn’t going to back down on trust.
Not trusting her voice, she nodded.
His answering smile was as encouraging as it was sexy. And then he turned away and reached into his dresser drawer. A few seconds later, he pulled out a tie.
Her heart raced as he approached her.
“Have you ever been blindfolded?”
She bit her lip, shook her head.
“Have you ever wanted to be?”
She knew a flush covered her cheeks as she nodded. Before, when she’d had this fantasy, it had been a nameless, faceless man blindfolding her. Gabe had starred in every single one of her fantasies since the fire.
He lowered the silk over her eyes and gently lifted her head from the pillow to tie it. “Can you see anything?”
She could see light creeping in along the edges, but that was all. “No.”
“Good.” Promises of sensual pleasure filled the short word. “If you can promise to stay just where you are, to trust me to make you feel good, we’ll save tying you to the bedposts for another one of my fantasies.”
She was shocked that she could become even more aroused. Somehow, without her ever giving voice to her hidden desires, he knew them.
His warm hands covered her br**sts, then, his fingers rolling over her erect ni**les. “You like that plan, don’t you, sweetheart?”
Since her body had already answered him, it was fairly easy to say, “Yes.” She licked her lips. “I like it very much.”
She heard him groan softly, felt the mattress shift beneath his weight as he moved. “My sexy little risk-taker.”
Her surprise at his words got lost in the sensation of Gabe settling between her thighs, his hands on the sensitive skin between her legs, pushing her open for him.
“If you could only see how wet you are.”
His fingers pressed gently against her panties, which she knew had to be soaked by now from the way he was teasing her. Right from the start, she’d loved the way he spoke to her, the super-sexy, slightly dirty talk that she’d never thought to experience...but had always secretly wondered about.
His heat seared her and she bucked into his hand. She was so close already that it wouldn’t take much more to push her over the edge. Especially with her vision taken away, every touch, every scent, every sound was so