I catch his hand in mine and kiss his thumb. “No, I don’t want you to. I don’t want you to hold back at all.”
It’s then that he finally kisses me. His lips slide along mine, teasing me. I wrap my hand around his neck and pull him closer. I want him to engulf me. I want to be as close to me as possible. I just want to feel him.
He finally takes the hint and abandons all restraint. The kiss deepens, growing out of control. His tongue twines with mine and I groan.Fuck, he tastes good. He feels just like I knew he would. Strong and solid, warm and masculine.
I feel his hand glide along my side, pulling me in so I snuggle close. I want him to touch me, all of me. I take his hand and guide it to the hem of my short dress.
I pull back, looking into his eyes. His pupils are blown and he’s looking at me like I’m a drug, a very addictive drug.
I don’t say anything, but I bring his hand where I want it, underneath the material to the heat of my skin.
“Fuck, Gemma. I want to touch you so bad. Are you wet for me, baby? Are you ready for me?” The throbbing desire in his voice sends a shiver through me.
“Yes, always.” And that’s true. I’ve used my toys to get myself off more in the last month than I ever have. I always want this man. I’m afraid that even once I have him, I’ll just want more and more.
I decide to make it easier for him. I want to feel him against me. I adjust my position, pulling up the skirt of my dress and straddling him. We both moan at the contact, my pussy only covered by my lacy thong and his hard cock covered by the material of his pants. I want every barrier gone, but I’ll settle for this.
I kiss him again, the kiss growing wild as I start to ride him. I rub my wetness against his cock and his hips buck beneath me.
“That’s it, baby girl. That’s it. Ride me. Get yourself off.”
I do. I feel the orgasm building within me as I slide against him over and over again. He plunges his hands through my hair as I rub against him, finally throwing my head back and feeling an intensity hit me when his cock hits just the right spot.
“Fuuuck!” I scream as I come, not caring who can hear anymore.
Gabe puts a hand over my mouth to muffle me, but I just keep shuddering as my orgasm continues to hit.
“Shhh, baby girl. Shhh,” he murmurs softly.
I slowly come back to myself, breathing hard with my head against his shoulder. He strokes a calming hand over my hair.
“Sweetheart,” he says in a quiet voice repeatedly.
I pull back and gaze into his deep green eyes. He looks almost as wrecked as I feel. It’s weird seeing him like this, my usually put together bodyguard with his hair mussed and a red blush staining his cheeks.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I was so loud.” I bite down on my lip again. “That’s kind of embarrassing.”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “I came in my pants like a teenager. That’s embarrassing.” He pauses and his eyes darken. “You were magnificent.”
I cock my head to the side and study him. “You did?” I can’t stop my grin. Just knowing I made him come is enough to fill me with pride.
“Of course, I did. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. And you coming apart in my arms…there’s nothing like that. I couldn’t have stopped myself.”
For a moment, we just grin at each other. My heart feels full.I’m starting to have feelings for this man. Real feelings. Feelings that could complicate everything…
Chapter Ten
Gabe
I’m never going to stop trying to protect her, even when she doesn’t know it. -Gabe
I’m trying very hard not to look at her. So hard that every movement feels forced between us. Not only do I have wet boxers, but I’ve lost all objectivity with this assignment. I needto talk to someone who will understand what I’m going through.Fuck, I’m royally screwed.
“I hate flying,” Gemma says through clenched teeth.
I risk glancing over at her, finally noticing that her face is pasty white. Shame spirals through me. Has she been this tense for the last hour and I haven’t noticed?
I reach for her hand, and she grabs onto it gratefully.
