Sneaking a glance at her, expecting to see fear or anger, she looks relatively calm. I have no idea what she’s thinking, but I’m worried she’ll end things between us before they truly begin.
We pull into my driveway, and I shut off the truck. Gripping the steering wheel, I hang my head. “I’m sorry I lost my temper back there. He’s a bad fucking guy and he holds a deep grudge against me for something I had no part in. I won’t tolerate his bullshit directed at you.”
“I’m assuming this is your house. Can we go inside?” She asks.
Confused, I stare at her for a moment. At least she doesn’t want me to take her home. “Sure.”
She doesn’t wait for me to open her door. Sheexits the truck, and I rush to catch up with her.
Unlocking the front door, we go inside, and she takes her time looking around. She slides her hand along the countertops in the kitchen. She looks around the living room with a smile. I watch her intently, wishing I knew what she’s thinking.
She stops in front of me, our gazes locked. “Why did you lose your temper?” She tilts her head to the side, curiosity in her voice.
“He’s a piece of shit and I can’t stand the thought of him anywhere near you.” My tone is harsher than I intended.
She laces her fingers with mine, pulling me behind her. “I need a tour.”
Surprised once again by the change in subject, I take the lead, showing her the rest of the house.
Trying to view it through her eyes, I take in my three-bedroom, two-bathroom home. It’s not cozy or bright like hers, but it serves its purpose. The color pallet is an assortment of grays, minimal decorations, and modern black furniture.
“Your place is gorgeous, but it could use a woman’s touch. You can tell a man lives here.” She smirks, amusement in her eyes.
Chuckling at her observation, I agree. “I know. I’ve always spent more time at the office than here. It functions well for my needs, but I never got around to giving it the lived-in feel. You’re the only woman who’s been here.”
Whipping her head around, she searches my face. Running my hand down my goatee, I hide agrin at her shocked expression.
She turns to walk down the hall, and I follow closely, admiring her round ass in the short dress she’s wearing. Having her here eases some of the tension in my body.
I show her every room and as we finish the tour at my bedroom, she casually saunters in. Standing in the doorway, I watch her closely while she looks around. She’s curious, running her fingers along the footboard of the bed.
Fuck, she looks like she belongs here. My chest tightens with the realization.
Sitting on the bed, she kicks off her sandals. Sliding back on the mattress, she crosses her legs, her sundress riding up her thighs. My mouth waters, craving to taste her again. I swallow thickly, my cock hardening behind my jeans.
Our eyes meet. “Am I already yours, Gabriel?”
Pushing off the door frame, I prowl towards the bed. “Fuck yes. You’re mine.”
As I move closer, I all but smell her arousal. She squeezes her thighs together, parting her lips to accommodate her quickened breaths.
“Take your panties off and spread your legs.”
I’m on edge, adrenaline, and remnants of my temper from earlier coursing through my veins. I should control myself, but I’m no gentleman when it comes to her. After one hit, she’s become my drug, and I’m drowning in addiction.
She removes her panties, leaning back on her elbows. Spreading her legs slowly, a deep growlrumbles in my chest. “Get rid of the dress, too.” I demand as I strip off my clothes.
She lifts the dress over her head, leaving her completely naked in my bed. She doesn’t need a bra with her perky tits. I haven’t spent nearly enough time with them, but that’s about to change.
As the last piece of clothing hits the floor, I make my way to the bed, crawling over her. Wasting no time, I go straight for the prize. Sliding my fingers through her slick pussy lips, I groan, coating my fingers in her juices. Stroking her a few times, I bring them to her tits, spreading her arousal around her nipples.
Sucking one tight bud between my lips, I savor her unique flavor. She gasps, sliding her hands into my hair. I groan, sucking her hard tip until she’s whimpering beneath me. Moving to her other breast, I give it the same treatment. She arches her back, moaning and losing herself to my rhythm.
Sliding two fingers inside her dripping cunt, I gather more of her arousal, releasing her nipple with a pop. Lifting my fingers to her parted lips, I push down on her bottom teeth, opening her mouth further. She gasps at the force of it. Covering her mouth with mine, I lick my way inside without removing my fingers.
Fuck.
We share her taste, but I need more.
