A few seconds of silence followed with my mother’s farewells before he said goodbye and hung up.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He sat on the coffee table across from me, a smile tugging at his mouth. “You’re really adorable when you’re pouting.”
“Don’t suck up to me. I can’t go home for Christmas. I’m working that Friday, which means I only get Saturday off for the holiday and Sunday. That’s two days and not worth it.”
“It’s worth it. Your family means the world to you, and Christmas is important.” A faraway look crossed his eyes before it disappeared, like all his mysterious moments. Another of those memories he hadn’t let me in on. I hadn’t pushed him since he’d told me about his father’s abuse. He had trusted me with that pain, and I carried it with him, understanding now why he didn’t like his father, never spoke about him, never talked to him. I still didn’t know what had divided him and his sister, but I knew in time he would tell me.
“But…”
“No buts. Let me handle this.”
I sighed, knowing he was too stubborn and determined to argue with.
“Come help me make space in your closet. I didn’t know women had so many clothes.” He stood and held his hand out to me. When I took it, he yanked me into his arms and kissed me.
“I changed my mind,” he said, picking me up and pushing my legs around his waist. I giggled as I wrapped my arms aroundhim. “I think we’ll christen the closet first, then we’ll reorganize it after we’ve made a mess of it.”
I clung to him, yelping when he misjudged and my back hit the doorway while he was busy biting at my neck. Lowering me to the floor, he hovered over me, concern crinkling his eyes.
“Shoot, are you okay?” he asked.
Hands bunching his shirt, I tugged him to me, catching his mouth with a raise of my head.
“Apparently,” he muttered against my lips.
He pushed away and kneeled over me, pulling his shirt off and giving me a naughty smile. So many times, I looked at him and couldn’t fathom how I’d gotten so lucky. I ran my hands up his muscles, knowing how hard he worked for them, the early morning hours he spent at the gym. I wasn’t complaining because I wasn’t awake that early, and the result was sexy as hell.
In a heated rush, he shoved my shirt off, tugging my bra strap down and worshipping my breasts in the way only Gabe could. As if I were his queen. His hand slipped below the waist of my shorts and hit the spot that melted me each time. Between his fingers and his tongue, I was in a constant state of bliss.
His fingers slid further, and he lowered his head to my neck, groaning. “Damn, luna mia, what have you been thinking about?” He pushed a finger into me, causing my back to arch.
“You,” I purred. His finger was keeping a rhythm, his mouth pulling my breast in and when combined with my nickname, my climax built.
His tongue flicked at my nipple before he took it between his teeth and scraped them over it. When he sucked it back into his mouth, I lost it, clamping down on his hand and riding out my release.
“Oh, luna mia, you are the most exquisite creature when you’re coming for me.”
My body convulsed as he freed his hand, sat back, and licked his fingers clean. His sight remained locked on mine, the intensity causing my skin to pebble. When he finished, he groaned and worked my shorts off before removing his. I watched as he stroked himself, his eyes devouring me until my chest was heaving. He gave me a cocky smile, moved his hands to my legs, and adjusted them so my feet were on his pecs. My lips parted as he nudged me with his tip.
“Ready?” he asked, his eyes mischievous.
“Always.”
His eyes darkened, and the grin turned to a sexy smirk that had me salivating. He took my mouth hostage before thrusting into me. Back bowing, I let out a cry, scraping my hands over his neck. He freed my mouth and leaned on his hands as he continued to drive into me. Muscles stretching, body heaving, I pulled his head down to deepen our kiss. Each thrust sent him so deep I grunted with every one until he slowed his pace.
Hand cupping my breast, he murmured, “I need you to come undone again for me, Tori.”
I moaned, but his mouth dampened the sound, his tongue entangling with mine. Another sweep of his thumb over my nipple had the climax he’d summoned readying itself. Mouth lowering to my breast again, he turned his attention to the other nipple just as his thumb traced a path between our bodies and tormented me. I dug my fingers into his hair as my release prepared to heed his command. My body tingled, the air locked in my chest, and I fell apart.
Gabe threw his hand to the other side of my head, his pace a steady pounding of his body into mine as he chased my release. His features twisted, and he smashed his mouth onto mine, filling me as his body weighed on me.
Going limp, he rubbed his cheek over mine, burying his face in my hair. The strain in my leg muscles burst through mylingering rapture, and I lowered them, trying not to wince from their stiffness. I really needed to haul my butt out of bed earlier and join Gabe at the gym.
Lifting his head, he gave me a smile. “Any other spots we haven’t christened yet?”
With a laugh, I flung my hands back around his neck. “I think there’s a spot on the kitchen counter we haven’t hit.”
