His chuckle is soft, and he seems almost amused, but there’s something darker curling at the edges of it that tells me he’s not happy at all.
He takes a step toward me, and fuck, the air is cold, but his body isn’t. I can feel the warmth of his bare chest before he even touches me. I can see the beads of dried sweat tangled in the dark hair on his strong pecs and coating his tattoos. His pupils are blown so wide they almost disappear into the rich hazel brown of his eyes. He’s not shivering. He’s not backing down either.
Then he turns me slowly so that my back is to his front. His hands find the zipper. And instead of pulling it up—He drags it lower. All the way down. Back to where it started right above where my thong is currently hiked into my ass.
The cold air snaps against my exposed spine, chasing goosebumps down my skin all the way to where the swell of my ass begins. His fingers linger there, hovering, brushing so lightly Ican’t tell whether that’s him or the wind. Then, without hesitation, he pushes the dress off my shoulders.
I gasp as it pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my tiny red bra and panties. The wind wraps around me, but I barely feel it. Because he’s turning me around to face him and he’s looking at me.
Not just looking—devouring.
I try to cover my chest again. “You—Gabriel—”
His eyes flick up, slow and deliberate. “You want me to dress you for another man to enjoy your beauty?” His voice is deep, like smoke and embers. “I will. If that’s what you really want. But first—” His hands grip my waist, and he pulls me toward him before he’s dropping his face to my ear, his warm breath tickling my neck. “I’m going to fuck you.”
“W-what?” My voice is barely a whisper.
He doesn’t answer me. He just steps forward, guiding me backward, back into the warmth of the house and the door that’s still open. I’m still in my heels, still in my red lingerie set that suddenly feels too fragile under the weight of his heated gaze.
When we get inside his home, he closes the door to keep out the cold. I wish he’d keep it open. It’s suddenly much hotter inside than it was before. His eyes sweep over me like hot coals, appreciating, approving as he continues to guide me backward.
“You want to go on this date tonight?” His fingers trail down my arm, then lower, teasing just over the top of where the underwear covers my pussy. “Fine. It’s good that you’re ready to put yourself back out there. I’m happy that you’ve found your confidence again. That you’re interested in letting your guard down.”
I exhale shakily. I don’t think he’s happy about that at all.
“But don’t ask me to dress you for another man’s gaze. Foranother man to enjoy your beauty.” His voice dips, dark with warning. “To look at you. To touch you. Especially when I know that you’re coming back to my house to sleep afterwards.”
I shudder, my thighs clenching together. “Gabriel—”
“I’ll look the other way.” He brushes his lips against my ear, barely touching, but I feel it everywhere. “But tonight, you’re going on this date…” His hand slips lower, resting on my waist before moving to my pelvis. His palm spans the entire length below my navel before he gently pries back the fabric and slides just one knuckle across my pussy.
I let out a soft gasp.
“Tonight, you’re going on this date with my cum deep inside you,” he finishes before thrusting one rough finger inside my opening.
My hands clamp around his wrist to steady myself. He guides me back another step and I realize we’ve somehow made it into the living room in front of the fireplace that he lit earlier. It’s still crackling and warm, casting everything in long slants of golden orange. And his hands are still inside my underwear.
“Lay down,” he says, removing his finger from my aching core.
I do. On a soft rug that’s stretched out on the floor, glowing with the reflection of the embers.
“Spread your legs.”
I do that too. I wonder if he’s going to join me, but he doesn’t. He stands above me, looking down, dragging his thumb across his mouth like he’s deliberating on what to do next.
Then, voice thick and rough, he murmurs—
“You look fucking pretty in red. Now, let me add a little of my color to it.”
Chapter 19: Gabriel
I lower to my knees, fingers hooking beneath the delicate lace of her red thong. I tug it slightly, debating whether to rip the flimsy thing clean off her body to make this faster but then I decide to keep it on. Instead, I push it to the side, letting the fabric cut right across her clit, digging in just enough to give her the friction I know she craves.
She leans up on her elbows to watch me, her brown eyes wide with lust and surprise.
“What are you doing?” she asks softly.
I tug harder on the fabric, wedging it across her pussy exactly the way I want. When she lets out an involuntary moan, I know I’ve got it positioned where I want it.
