She dug her heels into me, sending me so deep she cried out. Sucking her nipple, I shoved my hand into her hair, fisting her locks as I fought my impending orgasm. The move sent her over the edge, and she broke, her muscles bearing down on me and causing me to lose control. Slamming into her, my climax exploded through me. Like an avalanche collapsing, it buried me.
I lowered my head to her chest as the remnants of my orgasm rolled through me. She shivered and moved her hands to my head, her fingers drifting through my hair as my body calmed.
“That was…amazing,” she breathed.
I picked my head up to meet cornfield blue glazed with satisfaction. Giving her a gentle kiss, I slid from her, hating to leave her warmth.
“Worth the wait?” I asked.
“Definitely, but no more waiting.”
I laughed, kissing her nose before disentangling our limbs. “I’ve had a taste of you, Tori. There’s no stopping me now.”
Her laughter joined mine, and I pulled her to my chest, burying my face in her hair before she pushed away and went to clean up. As I lay there, I stared at her ceiling. The sensation in my chest that had been building over the past weeks pressed to be acknowledged, and with it, the understanding that I could never give Tori up.
Chapter 7
Tori
The book flopped onto my head after I released it, and I groaned in frustration.
“Hey, I’m the only one who gets to evoke that sound from you,” Gabe said, rubbing my calves and setting his book aside. Today it was a memoir about a Fortune 500 man who built his company from the ground up and made billions.
Gabe was always reading books like that, telling me he liked to keep his focus on business even when he wasn’t at work. It was one reason I didn’t mind that he often sat at his computer for hours reading articles and doing research. At least that’s what I assumed he did since any time I checked on him when he was entrenched, there was always something business related on the screen.
“That bad?” he asked, taking the book from my face and checking out the source of my frustration. “Oh, bonds. Yup, those will get you every time.”
He dogeared the corner of my study guide, and I tried not to cringe at the mishandling of my book. Placing it on the coffee table, he added his own to the stack before looking at his watch.
“What do you say I take you out for dinner? Maybe the Italian place in the city?”
“Won’t it be busy?” I asked, stretching my arms out. His hand smoothed over my stomach where my shirt rose, and goosebumps trailed it. His touch was the death of me every time. It had been a month since we first had sex, and every time was like the first, devastating and erotic. But emotion clouded it the longer we dated, and there were times it was akin to making love, my heart and soul open for his taking.
“Nah. It’s a Sunday night and we’re past the dinner crowd.” He picked my legs up and scooted them off the couch, forcing my body into a sitting position. “Besides, your exam is in three days. You’ve taken every practice test and aced each one. I doubt bonds will cause you to fail.”
I rolled my eyes, but his look remained stern. “Fine, but I’m not dressed for a nice dinner.”
“Then we’ll stop at your place so you can change.” He hopped up and headed to his room, pulling his T-shirt over his head. I couldn’t help but ogle the muscles in his back. He was just too sexy not to. He threw a look over his shoulder, giving me a smirk that told me he enjoyed busting me. “Keep that up, Tori, and we won’t make it to dinner.”
“Keep taking your clothes off and you won’t make it out of your room,” I yelled back after him. His chuckle was his only reply.
Standing, I stretched out my back and straightened my shirt. Gabe returned a few minutes later, pulling on a green polo shirt that brought out the green hues in his hazel eyes. He tucked his shirt into the pair of slacks he’d changed into before fixing his belt. His thick auburn hair dusted his forehead, and I strolled over to him and swept it back as he lifted his eyes to mine.
Catching my hand, he brought it to his lips and kissed it.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, keeping it in his hold.
“How devastatingly handsome my boyfriend is. I’m not sure I want to share you with the world.”
His arm wrapped around my waist, and he brought me into his chest. “No sharing necessary. I’m all yours.”
He planted a kiss on my lips. Even now, a kiss from Gabe was never just a kiss. It was a time-stopping, earth-shattering moment, like something out of a romance novel. When he released me, I teetered, which only caused his grin to grow even more debilitating.
“Come on, before I decide I’m hungry for something else.”
Swooning had become the norm for me now, and I wasn’t sure I wanted it to go away. He strolled to the door, and I followed, about to walk out when he halted my steps. A nod to my feet had me looking down to see that my feet were still bare. That smirk was enough to break me.
“Helps to wear shoes,” he teased.
