Chapter Thirteen
Gemma
Fuck, is this what it feels like to fall in love? Like I’m going to die if he doesn’t feel the same way? This fucking sucks…-Gemma
I wake up slowly to the sound of low murmuring voices in the next room. I glance around, taking in the bland décor of a hotel room.Fuck, where the hell am I again?
I’m so damn tired that it takes me a moment to remember. Then it all comes back. The plane ride and the feeling of laying against Gabe and the way he comforted me.I’m at the Gilded Hart Hotel in Cupid City.
Warmth spreads through me. Damn, I wanted to beg him to get into bed with me when he was tucking me in. I wanted him to climb in and make me his. I still want that.
I slip out of bed quietly, trying to hear the voices in the next room. I can distinguish the deep rumble of Gabe’s voice, but I don’t know who he’s talking to. I glance down at the rumpled t-shirt I put on before bed and decide to at least take a shower and get dressed before I go out there.
I’m gathering clothes from my suitcase when the door is suddenly pulled open from the other side. Gabe stands in the doorway. He looks me over from head to toe. “You look well-rested. Good,” he nods to himself and seems to struggle to talk in a neutral voice.
God, he looks damn fine.He looks like he’s gotten a little rest and a shower too. His suit is crisp and perfect again. For some reason, that just makes me want to mess it up again.
I lick my lips and get some satisfaction in the fact that his green eyes follow the movement closely.
He looks at the watch on his wrist. “You have a couple of hours before you need to be at the venue for rehearsal. Did you want something to eat? King, the other security detail, is still in the hallway. I can call for some room service if you like.”
I cock my head to the side. “Why do you sound nervous, Gabe?” I ask in a husky voice.
I approach him slowly, like I would a scared animal. His eyes widen and his nostrils flare, a little like he is my prey. I fucking love the power I suddenly feel.
I place a hand on his chest. “Am I making you nervous?”
“You don’t know what you’re playing with, Gemma. There’s no going back if I have you. If I have you, that’s it. You’re mine. I’m not going to be able to leave you.” There’s so much sincerity in his voice that I suddenly blink back tears.
That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Someone to stay for me. Someone to want just me.
I cock my head to the side. “What if that’s what I want? What if I want to keep you around?” I ask in an innocent voice.
“Fuck, Gemma, don’t play with me.” He runs his hand through his thick hair and visibly lets out a long breath.
“I’m not playing, Gabe.” I stand on my tiptoes and place a light kiss against his lips. “I want you to fuck me, and then I want you to stay. Maybe stay forever?” I bite down on my lower lip. Nerves settle low in my belly. I can’t believe what I’m saying. I’m putting myself on the line for him.
“Princess, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to walk out the door.” Something in his eyes changes, turning dark. “You’re mine. You’ve made your choice.”
There’s no time to think about what his words mean. His lips meet mine in a bruising kiss.
Neither one of us want to waste any time. He guides me backward while kissing me and I only pull away when the back of my knees hit the side of the bed.
I lift my t-shirt over my head, and he gives a grunt of satisfaction. His clothes follow fast, barely giving me time to feast on the sight of his muscular chest. I step out of my sleep shorts and his green eyes are fierce as they survey my almost nude body. All I wear are a pair of tiny lacy panties. I secretly think God that at least I’m wearing something halfway sexy, and not my comfy granny panties.Maybe subconsciously I knew this would happen?
“Fuck you’re sexy, Gemma.” His husky voice turns me on so much. I’m soaking wet for him, ready to be taken by him.
“Down with the boxer briefs, Romeo. I want to see what you’ve got there.” I can already see the hard erection tenting the black fabric and it’s killing me. He’s obviously a big guy…everywhere.
He sends me a roguish wink and pushes the underwear down. His erection juts out proudly, his dick straining up as if seeking something…me, it wants me, I remind myself.He’s so damn beautiful everywhere, down to the smooth steel of his manhood.
I reach out my hand and touch him, stroking along his length and reveling in the loud groan that he emits.
“You keep doing that, princess, and I won’t last long. I’m about to combust as it is.”
My smile is predatory as I push down my panties, the last barrier between us. “Then let’s get to it, Gabe. I want it hard. I want you to fuck me so good I can feel it while I’m up there singing on stage. I’ll be in front of thousands of people, but I’ll still be thinking about this damn beautiful cock inside me.”
He shakes his head. “You’re killing me.”
