“No, baby,” he says, taking me in a raw kiss. “We’re just getting started.”
I moan against his mouth, delirious with desire. “Your pants,” I murmur. “Don’t you want to take them off?”
He gives a faint shake of his head. “The leg would have to come off first. It’s a process.”
“I can be patient,” I say in between kisses. “The wait’ll be worth it so I can have my wicked way with you.”
His answering chuckle vibrates against me. “You might have patience for that, but who says I do?”
He reaches for something in his discarded suit jacket and I raise my brows when I hear the faint crackle of a condom package. “You come prepared.”
“You’re the one who likes to call me a Boy Scout.” He gives me an adorably unrepentant smirk as he tears open the packet and suits up.
“Just how often do you go home with random women you pick up in dance clubs? Or maybe I don’t want to know.”
“You’re not random,” he says, dead serious. “Thisis not random. It wasn’t supposed to happen—you and me. I knew where to find you tonight. I should’ve stayed away, but—”
“But what?” I ask, suddenly afraid of his answer.
He shakes his head, lips pressed flat. “If I could have convinced myself to take any other woman in that place home tonight, believe me, I would have. But it’s only you I want, Evelyn.” He curses, a tight, violent hiss. “Fuck. What I want is this.”
I nod, bereft of words. All I have is need.
I shift on Gabe’s lap, positioning myself over him until he is seated at the mouth of my sex. I sink down on him, taking his length slowly, gasping as the girth and power of him fills me. Completes me. Breaks me wide open.
“Oh, God,” I moan, moving atop him.
He holds onto my hips, meeting every wet slide of my sheath with a strong thrust. I knew it would feel good to have him inside me, but I was wrong. It’s heaven. It’s more pleasure than I can bear.
Our tempo turns frenzied. Gabe’s arms cage me against his heat and strength as he drives deeper and deeper. My climax builds quickly, a tide I neither slow down nor escape. I close my eyes against the overwhelming pleasure of it, catching my lip on a broken moan.
“Let me see you, baby.” Gabe’s harsh whisper commands me. “Let me see you come for me.”
His rhythm is masterful, merciless, pushing me right over the edge. A cry rips from my throat as sensation explodes through me, sharp and white and jagged.
“So beautiful,” he snarls against my parted, panting lips. “Ah, Christ. You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.”
A low roar boils out of him as he pounds into me from his seated position on the bed. My legs are all but useless now, my head resting in the curve of his bulky shoulder, my body still caught in the aftershocks of my orgasm. Gabe does all of the work, his hands clutching my ass, his hips driving hard and tireless.
I can sense the moment when it all becomes too much for him. His muscles tense under my hands, every inch of him feeling like granite against me, while inside me, his strokes are tight and deep, hard shudders striking a place in me that’s so sensitive it nearly makes me weep. Then he bites off a sharp curse and I feel him erupt inside me.
And still he keeps rocking into me.
The friction is delicious. I can’t help myself from moving along with it, desperate to hold the pleasure close. The pleasure, and the man delivering it.
“How many condoms do you have, Boy Scout?”
His chuckle sounds a little breathless against my ear. “Enough.”
“You sure?” I angle into him, taking each upward thrust as deep as I can. Each withdrawing slide is met with the protesting squeeze of my inner walls, striving to keep him inside.
He moans, his cock jerking inside me and still as hardas when we began. “You’re not going to make this easy on me, are you?”
I lift my head and meet his dusky, heavy lidded gaze. “Nothing about me is easy. Didn’t you say so yourself just the other day?”
“So I did,” he admits, a devilish grin curving his mouth. “And just so we’re clear, I never back down from a challenge.”
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