I straighten, leveling her with a look that shows how serious I am now.
“I’m not a harsh guy. I like pleasing women. I don’t like leaving them unsatisfied.” I brush my knuckles along her inner thigh, feeling her shiver. “But I’m not gonna make you come just so you can walk out of here, relaxed, ready to date some other guy who isn’t me.”
Her lips part, her breath is shaky, but she doesn’t say a word.
“You want to spend the night with a man who’ll actually take care of you?” I take her chin between my fingers and tilt her gaze to connect with mine. “Then you know where to find him. I’ll be waiting for you here.”
Then I help her stand, and without a word, I grab her dress from where it landed. It’s cold, but at least it’s dry. I slip it over her arms, spin her gently, and zip it up all the way like she asked me to, fastening the clasp at her neck where I brush my fingertips gently. Then I drop my lips to the exposed skin and kiss her. It’s softer than my words were and I hope it shows her that I’m not a bad guy. I just want her.
“I promise,” I murmur against the racing pulse of her neck, “it’ll be worth it for you if you come home tonight.”
She turns, eyes sharp now. That softness she had earlier in her gaze is long gone. She looks angry and I’m realizing this might not go the way that I’d hoped.
“Come back to a guy who leaves me hanging? Come back to a guy who edges me for fifteen minutes then comes without letting me finish? Gabriel, I feel like I have blue balls. My clit it’s…” she lets out a soft gasp. Her hands clench at her sides, her eyes narrow and a vein pulses on her forehead.
“Did some of my come just slip out of you?” I ask, voice thick with amusement.
She swallows, her jaw tight. “No,” she lies. Then, quieter: “Yes.”
She tilts her chin up defiantly. “I’m going to go change my underwear.”
I step toward her, the warning clear in my eyes.
“No, you won’t do that.”
She holds my gaze, unblinking, challenging. Then suddenly huffs, throwing her hands up in the air.
“Fuck my life,” she whispers softly. Her purse is waiting by the door with her coat. She grabs it, slinging it over one shoulderwhile she slips those black shoes with the red bottoms back on covering her pretty toes.
“See you tonight!” I call after her, hoping that I’m right and didn’t just fuck everything up. Because I’m a confident guy. But I also know Alessia has her limits. And I might’ve just pressed on hers too far.
But hearing she’s got another date? Her asking me to dress her for another man’s gaze? For another man to enjoy her beauty while she lives under my roof and her body clearly wants me?
I have my limits too.
I stalk into the kitchen, my cock finally softening, but still slick with her. She’s everywhere. On my skin. In my head. In the air. When I slide my hand beneath the waist band of my jeans, and fist myself, I can still smell her. Still taste her on my mouth. Like a man possessed, I lift my fingers and without thinking, drag my tongue across them for the proof that she’s real.
I need more.
I pour myself a drink I don’t even want and carry it to the couch in front of the fire. My eyes lock on the spot on the carpet where she was on her back for me. Where her hips pressed into the fibers and her legs spread wide. Where I filled her with my cum like I know she wanted then left her needy and wanting more.
I have no restraint. I get up, drawn to that place, crouch, run my palm slowly over the indentation then inhale.
I groan, my jaw tightens. My body answers with a fresh rush of blood to my dick. I go back to the couch, shove my jeans down just enough to free myself, and wrap my hand around my shaft. Slow. Controlled. Measured strokes and I’m hard.
I won’t let myself come like this even if I want to. Because the next time I come, it’s inside her. After she’s gasping my name and getting her release too.
But I sit there anyway, stroking myself in the firelight, replayingthe way she sounded. The way she tasted. The way she looked at me like she didn’t know whether to run or beg for more.
And then I wait.
I’ll wait here all night if that’s what she wants. Just like I used to do for my sisters when I was worried about their safety after our parents died. Because that’s what I do. That’s what I’ve always done for the people that I care about.
I wait until they’re ready.
Chapter 20: Alessia
I’m horny, and I’m pissed.?
