He kissed me.
It got heated.
I got excited.
He ended it and kissed my nose.
In the dark, I pouted.
And I would find, even in the dark, Gabe could read my mind.
“You can attack me again after your mission tomorrow night.”
Huh.
“It wasn’t me who slammed you into the wall,” I pointed out.
“It wasn’t me who raced down the hall and jumped you,” he retorted.
“I didn’t jump you,” I snapped.
I so did.
“Cupcake, if I didn’t slam you into the wall, you would have climbed me like a tree.”
I so would have.
“Go to sleep, Gabe.”
He chuckled.
I huffed (even though I already knew I was in love with that sound too).
He pulled me closer.
I quit huffing.
And about five minutes later, I was dead asleep.
SIXTEEN
MULTITASK
Mistake one: deciding to wake Gabe by attacking him early and thinking I might get the upper hand.
Mistake two: ever thinking with the powerhouse he was I’d actually get the upper hand.
To say Gabe was perfectly okay with a part-wrestle, mostly-tussle sex sesh at three o’clock in the morning after about an hour and a half of sleep was an understatement.
To say I was learning the hard (but happy) way that Gabe was not a man to be taken unawares, even in his sleep, was another understatement.
To say only having one and a half hours of sleep didn’t slow Gabe down in the slightest was yet another understatement.
I was sweaty and grunting and so wet between my legs (I learned that morning Gabe wasn’t only good with his mouth on my pussy, he held special talents when it came to nipples), my juices were sliding down my thigh by the time I managed the Herculean task of getting him on his back, swinging a leg over and straddling him.
He started to surge up to take over (again).
I planted a hand in his chest and probably was only able to shove him down because I circled his cock with my other hand, a move that made him still.
