Page 32 of Gemma's Savior


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Once inside, that beast rose in true form.

I wasn’t wasting another second and as soon as the door was shut, I grabbed her hand and spun her around so her back was against the wall. Caging her in, I placed both hands beside her head and leaned in close, breathing in her intoxicating scent. She smelled like a mix of vanilla and lavender all swirled together and it did crazy things to me.

Closing my eyes, I worked to control the blood pumping through me at rapid speed, my heart rate that skyrocketed, and the growing erection pressed against the front of my jeans that had my zipper about to burst wide open.

But it was no use.

When I opened my eyes and met Gemma’s, the hunger for her took over.

I claimed her mouth like a starving man and kissed her with needy determination. Once my lips were against hers, the sultry, sexy woman caved, and she jumped into the fire with me. Things heated quickly and the two of us together were about to combust.

My hands left the wall and slid down her sides mapping each curve as I went until they moved to cup her perfect heart-shaped ass. I gave a little squeeze and then lifted her, never taking my mouth from hers.

She let out a squeak of surprise and her hands fisted in my hair as she wrapped her legs around my hips, bringing her core in direct contact with my throbbing cock.

I rocked my hips against her and pinned her to the wall, letting the evidence of my desire be known.

Not that I’d thought it had been a secret. I mean, it was pretty hard to miss.

“Let me make you feel good,” I rasped out after I pulled my mouth free from hers.

Gemma looked at me with heavy-lidded eyes and sucked air into her lungs.

Please say yes, baby.

She nodded but I needed her words. “Say it.”

“Make me feel good, Bodie,” she whispered, breathlessly.

Stunned stupid for a second, I froze and stared at her. I knew what I’d asked but I guess I figured she’d push me away again.

“Bodie,” she pleaded as she wiggled her hips and tightened her hold on my hair. It was like lighting a match and the friction it caused almost had me coming in my pants like a teenager.

I was supposed to be meeting the guys for a beer and to go over work stuff, but I was going to be late. It was worth every minute that I got to spend touching the wriggling woman in my arms.

Gemma let out a cry of protest as I slowly let her slide down the wall and placed her feet back on the ground. My palms slid down her legs as I dropped to my knees in front of her and brought my hands around up to the top of her jeans to unzip the denim creating a barrier I needed to remove.

Torturing us both, I slowly pulled her pants down exposing her beautiful legs and a pair of lavender lace panties. My breath caught in my throat at the sight before me and when the aroma of her arousal filled my nostrils, I groaned.

“God, you smell good, baby.”

With both hands, I traced the edge of the lace and then pulled it to the side to gain access. Leaning in, I breathed her in again and nestled my nose in her soft, trimmed hair. Then I parted her folds and took my first swipe of her nether region.

The sounds she made and the scrape of her nails against my scalp didn’t sound innocent. In fact, she went wild against my mouth as she pressed her center harder against my mouth and reached for her release.

“Oh my God, Bodie,” she panted.

When she exploded against my tongue I knew I’d never be the same and I hadn’t even been inside her yet.

But that day was coming.

* * *

I hated fucking leaving her.

All I wanted to do was spend the evening with Gemma, but I couldn’t ditch out on work stuff with the guys. My kids were at their first sleepover at Summer and Gyths’ so I had a free evening. An occurrence that never took place. The whole event may be more terrifying for me than for my girls.

It killed me to tell Gemma I had to leave but I smiled like a loon when she agreed I could come back after. She’d gotten a bit shy as she’d come down from the orgasm that had blasted through her body like C-4, but I vowed to bring her to the brink and back enough times that shyness would be a thing of the past real soon.