He carries me to his room and sets me on the bed.
“We don't have to…”
I pull him down. “I've wanted this for years. Don't make me wait.”
He pulls off my sweater slowly, eyes never leaving mine. “You're so beautiful.”
“Gabriel…”
“Let me look at you. Do you know how many times I've thought about this?”
I reach for his shirt, pull it over his head. He's all hard muscle and warm skin, a dusting of dark hair across his chest. “How many?”
“Every damn day.” He kisses my neck, finding a spot below my ear that makes me gasp.
He unclasps my bra, thumbs brushing over my nipples until I'm arching into his touch. His mouth follows, breath hot as he sucks each nipple in turn, and I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him there.
“Please—”
“I've got you.” He works his way down my body, unbuttoning my jeans with deliberate slowness. “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long.”
He pulls my jeans and underwear down in one motion, and then his mouth is on me, and I cry out, hips bucking off the bed. He pins me down with one strong arm across my hips, taking his time, licking and sucking my clit, driving me higher with his tongue and fingers until I'm begging incoherently.
“I need you inside me,” I gasp. “Now, Gabriel, please?—”
He rises up, shucking off his jeans. He's gorgeous, thick and hard, and I reach for him, stroking once, twice, before he groans and catches my wrist.
“I’m not going to last if you do that,” he admits, voice rough. “I’ve been dreaming of this for a long time.”
He positions himself at my entrance, eyes locked on mine as his thumb strokes my clit in a steady rhythm. “You sure?”
Instead of answering, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him forward. He slides inside me in one smooth thrust, and we both moan. He's so big, stretching me perfectly, and I moan.
“Fuck, Noelle. You feel incredible.”
He starts slow, deep strokes that hit exactly right, but I’m greedy for more. He’s holding back, like he’s worried he’ll break me.
“Harder.” I gasp. “Fuck me.”
Something snaps in his control. He hooks my leg over his shoulder, changing the angle, and drives into me hard and fast.The headboard slams against the wall, and I'm making sounds I've never made before, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“That's it,” he growls. “Let me hear you.”
His thumb works my clit, circling in time with his thrusts, and I come hard, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me. He follows immediately, groaning my name as he pulses inside me.
We collapse together and he rolls us so I'm draped across his chest, still inside me, and he twitches when I clench around him.
“Give me five minutes,” he says against my hair, “and we're doing that again.”
"Just five?" I tease, experimentally rolling my hips.
He grins. “Maybe less.”
His mouth meets mine, and I realize we're nowhere near done. After he's taken me in the shower and again bent over his kitchen counter when we ventured out for water, we finally collapse back in bed, thoroughly exhausted.
“Stay tonight,” he whispers, pulling me against his chest.
I should say no. The job interview results are probably in my inbox, right there on the phone he returned to me. I pick up the phone and text Dad, saying I’m staying with a friend tonight. I don’t even check my email. I’m not ready for the real world to shatter this perfect dream.
