She stares at me through desire-drenched eyes, then trembles as I move away from her mouth and begin to kiss my way down the gorgeous length of her body.
I sink to a crouch between her parted legs, pausing along the way to tongue the hollow of her navel and the tender skin above the lace of her panties. I slide them down her thighs, then guide her to step out of them.
The honeyed scent of her hits my senses like a gunshot. Her pussy glistens, dark pink and slick with her juices. I move in like a thirsting man in need of water, pushing my face between her thighs.
She staggers back on her high heels, her spine thumping against the door. “Oh, God.”
Her fingers spear into my hair as I lick and lap at her, feasting on the molten sweetness of her. She shudders on my face, a tight cry curling out of her as I suck her clit into my mouth.
“Gabe,” she gasps. “Oh, God.”
I growl in praise of her response, wondering if she’s ever felt this depth of need with anyone else. I know I haven’t, and it staggers me to think that I have found it now, with her. The one woman I shouldn’t want and have no right to take.
But there’s no use for second thoughts now. No room for regrets, not that I can muster either when Evelyn is about to shatter on my mouth.
I thrust two fingers inside her heat as I increase the tempo of my tongue’s worship of her clit. Her hands tighten in my hair, fists clenching as her thighs tense around me and her hips convulse in time with mystrokes. My cock is rock hard. I’m on the verge of exploding, but I hold it together, if barely.
Not a moment too soon, Eve’s pleasure erupts on a broken shout. “Oh, shit, Gabriel. Oh, fuck yes.”
She shatters against my mouth, tremors rippling over her body and vibrating on my tongue. I keep fucking her with my fingers, drawing out her climax, savoring every nuance of her release.
Holy Christ. I knew this moment would taste sweet, but as she unravels in my arms, I realize the true depth of my mistake here.
Because this need I feel for Eve isn’t the end of what I want from her.
It is only the beginning.
I rise, looping her arms around my neck as I come to stand in front of her again. I kiss her slack mouth, brushing some of the damp hair from her face.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.” She frowns in confusion but complies without a sound. “As I recall, you offered me a tour of the second floor last time I was here.”
She nods, resting her head on my shoulder. With my hands under her bare thighs, I carry her toward the winding staircase that leads to her bedroom.
18
~ Evelyn ~
I feel boneless and weightless in Gabe’s arms, my senses still thrumming with the force of my orgasm.
I don’t know how he manages to carry me up all of the steps and into my bedroom as if I’m no more than a feather. I don’t know how he manages to make me burn like no other man before him, but he does. He has from the very beginning.
He makes me feel safe in his strong arms, protected—though from what, I don’t even know.
All I know is that I like this feeling I have with him.
I like it too much. Because I fear it is my heart that will be in need of saving when it comes to this man.
I cling to him, my head resting on his shoulder as he walks to my empty king-sized bed and sits on the edge of it with me in the semidarkness of the room. I am seated astride his lap, naked against the fine fabric of hissuit and dress shirt. My thighs are spread wide open, my sex nestling the hard bulge of his erection. Maybe I should feel exposed or vulnerable like this, but the only thing I feel is keenly, unabashedly aroused. I’ve never felt more alive than I do in Gabe’s embrace.
His hands spear into my unbound hair, dragging me to his mouth for a fevered kiss.
I can’t help wriggling closer to him, craving his firmness against the ache that still throbs in my core. Each lick and thrust of his tongue makes my arousal coil tighter, reigniting the fire that was merely banked by my climax, but far from extinguished.
I moan, breaking away from his lips on a shallow pant. “I’m getting you all wet.”
His hands move down to my bare ass, gathering me deeper into his lap. “You hear me complaining?”
“No,” I say, managing a laugh. “But I think we should get you out of those clothes.”
