I slide inside, and he bends down, gently kissing me. Cupping my cheek with his palm, his lips are soft and teasing, igniting something insideme I’ve never felt.
This kiss seals my fate.
I want him.
Tonight.
“Be careful.” He whispers against my lips, before standing and closing the door, lingering for a moment with a sexy grin on his face.
I’m so screwed.
Once he’s inside his truck, I pull out of the parking lot. Glancing in my rearview mirror every thirty seconds, I smile to myself when he’s still behind me.
He didn’t change his mind.
The trip to my house is quick. I pull in the driveway, shutting off my car and hopping out. He pulls in behind me, the loud rumble of his truck fading quickly. He gets out, striding towards me, reaching for my hand. That single touch sends a jolt of electricity across my hypersensitive skin.
He keeps my hand in his, escorting me to the porch. My stomach is in knots, unease mixing with anticipation. Fumbling with my keys, he takes them from me, unlocking the front door.
After he opens it, I step inside, flipping on the light switch. When I turn around, he’s leaning in the doorway, arms above his head, grasping the door frame. He looks like Adonis, starving and dangerous.
Licking my lips, I meet his dark gaze. “Aren’t you coming in?”
He casually crosses the threshold, closing thedoor behind him. His eyes stay locked on mine as he locks it. The click of the metal is loud in the quiet room. It’s final. The end of this night, but the beginning of something else entirely.
I’m frozen in place, watching a predator as he stalks his prey. My heart beats wildly, thumping hard against my chest.
There’s absolutely no doubt I want him, but apprehension slowly creeps in. I trust him for some unknown reason. His soothing words and gentle touch make me feel safe. If I was in this situation with anyone else, I’d run, but I want to be here with him even though I haven’t done this in a long time, and I’m scared.
Pushing away my trepidations, I realize I can’t let self-doubt ruin this moment.
My body heats under his hungry gaze and I breathe deeply to calm my racing heart. “Do you want something to drink?” I ask, making my way into the kitchen.
Before I reach the refrigerator, his thick arm wraps around my waist, securing my back to his front.
My body trembles as he breathes, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re the only thing I want. Don’t be nervous. It’s been a while for me, too. If it’s too much, you’ll tell me to stop.”
My head snaps up as I turn in his arms. It’s been a while for him, too? That shocks the hell out of me, but it also eases my anxiety. Having a dry spell himself may help me work through myinsecurities.
I place my hands on his forearms. “I won’t tell you to stop. I want you, Gabriel.”
The growl that comes from his chest sets my body ablaze. He pushes me against the kitchen wall, crushing his lips to mine. Our teeth clash as our tongues battle for control. The kiss isn’t gentle. It’s the opposite of what we shared at the restaurant. He’s wild, consumed by what he wants, and I’m right there with him.
His hands slide down my arms, linking our fingers together, pinning my hands above my head. He adjusts his grip, holding both in place with one hand. I gulp in air as he trails his lips across my jaw, licking a path down my throat. My knees threaten to buckle, and I tug against his hold. He only tightens his grip and my body trembles, needing release.
He grinds himself against me and I can’t stop the little noises slipping past my swollen lips. I’m aching for his touch between my thighs, and he smiles against my skin just before nipping the sensitive skin in the crook of my neck.
“Gabriel!” The sting of pain only heightens my arousal.
He hums, sending shivers down my spine. Releasing my wrists, he grips the back of my thighs, lifting me away from the wall. My hands dive into his hair, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist.
“End of the hall.” I breathe against his ear as hestrides towards the back of the house.
He continues licking and nipping at my throat until we reach the bedroom. Once inside, he kicks the door shut with his foot, and he doesn’t stop until we reach the bed. He releases his hold, and I slide down his body slowly.
He takes a step back. “Strip.”
I nearly choke. “What?”
