A hair’s breath from my mouth, he whispers into me. “You’re unbelievably beautiful, Drew.”
I laugh lightly. He can’t even see me right now. When I tell him, he shakes his head, rubbing our noses together in this sweet moment that twists my heart.
“That’s not the kind of beauty I’m talking about.” The reverence in his voice taps into something that I simply can’t handle, that makes me so unbelievably vulnerable I can’t process.
I drag my nails across his back, and I’m rewarded with one of his soft smiles. The best kind of smile. One bred from intimacy.
We’ve had plenty of that over the years.
I shift under him, earning a small groan from the back of his throat, and I kiss along his neck, nibbling, and reveling in the way it makes his arms wobble. My goal is to break him open. Tap into the emotions we’ve never verbalized.
The cadence of his hips change, and I dig into his muscles to hold on.
I moan into the nook of his neck and shoulder, trying to match his intensity, bracing for it as pleasure flutters deep in my center.
He falls to his elbows, hands bracing under me. Gabe is just here with me, cheek to cheek, and I can barely hold myself together.
“Gabe…”
The hitch in his breath amplifies my climb.
“Oh god.”
Silent words form against my jaw before he kisses down my neck, scraping my skin with his teeth, biting down gently.
My back arches pressing my breasts against his slick chest, nipples pinching and sparking with each sharp thrust.
I grasp for my control, to make this last longer, but it slips away.
Gabe’s groan vibrates into me, as he powers through my orgasm. Everything’s so sensitive and big, and my whimper slows him.
When he pauses, lifting himself to look down at me and smooth my wild hair from my eyes, I can tell he’s not done with me. It breaks my filter. “Damn it, Gabe. I was supposed to break you open. Not the other way around.”
Those golden eyes search mine for a heartbeat. “I’m always open with you.”
My heart melts inside, but I roll my eyes at him.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me. It’s true.”
“In your own stunted, wordless way.”
His laughter shakes his entire body because it’s nearly soundless. “When did you get to be so mean?”
“It’s true.”
His nod turns his face to mine and he plants a kiss on my cheek. “It is, but I’m still at my best when I’m with you.”
God, he needs to stop making me fall in love with him more.
My fingers crawl into his slick hair, and I pull his mouth back to mine for a sweet and heart-wrenching kiss that has us grinding together again. “You’re not done with me yet, are you?”
“Not even close.”
Good. I need all of him. All the time. I can’t let go of him now that I’ve finally had him.
His mouth teases mine as he drags my knees higher, hooking them into the crooks of his elbows so that when he thrusts again, I’m quaking already.
He’s so deep inside me.
