Page 103 of Bad Medicine


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It had been months since the last kiss. So much had happened. We were starved for more, and neither of us hid it.

His arms were crushing me.

My hands were fastened to his head, holding him to me.

We both thrust, sucked, nipped, bit, devoured.

But abruptly, Gabe broke it off, and when he did, I mewed pitifully.

I knew what he was thinking, and he was correct.

No, this wasn’t the right time to do this.

But this was still the time.

Before I could say word one to convince him of this, he took my wrist and held my arm out, then came back in, his shoulder dipped like he was going to make a tackle.

He didn’t tackle.

He hefted me up in a fireman’s hold.

I was already wet, but that made me wetter.

Him stalking toward the stairs with me on his shoulder made me drenched.

He carried me up the stairs, threw me on the bed, and…

Yep.

Now soaked.

He yanked off my booties and socks before I could blink.

I was pushing up, about to help by pulling off my shirt (actually, his shirt), but he put his hands to his own and whipped it off, thus I was confronted with his magnificent chest, so I had no choice but to freeze in order to drink it in.

Gabe didn’t freeze.

He reached, and with maximum contact from the second his hands went under my shirt, he dragged them up my sides from my waist, over my ribs, my arms, which were forced up, and then the shirt was gone.

I shivered in excitement.

But I gasped in delight as he fisted his hand in my hair and he just held me, gazing at him, while the heat of his eyes burned into mine, and then, click, my bra was undone at the back, and swish, with a finger hooked at the front between my breasts, it was yanked off, again my arms moving with it.

Such a smooth, sexy move.

Dayum.

He didn’t even look at my breasts as both hands went to the button on my black jeans.

No.

It was maximum contact again, this time with his eyes.

Good Lord, it was so luscious how he refused to let go of my gaze.

How he made this about me and him, and not my body or just the sex.

Twist and zip, and then my jeans were gone, and he took my panties with them.