“I don’t know if it is, to be honest. I’ve never tried it. But I’m an adult and you’re an adult, and if we’re both attracted to each other, there’s no reason we shouldn’t get together.” It was hard to squash the little romantic yearning in her heart, the part of her that hoped they would have sex and he’d fall in love with her, but she’d had a lifetime of killing that yearning, so she did it somewhat ruthlessly now.
She’d be practical, and practicality said that nothing would come of this, but she could enjoy it while it lasted. She’d never had great sex, probably because she’d never been with anyone she desired as much as Gabe. She could change that.
Right now.
“Is this a weird rebellion thing? Against your brother?”
She drew back, mildly annoyed. “Ew, my brother hasnothingto do with my sex life.”
“Just checking,” he replied. His eyes had grown warmer. They lingered over her shoulders.
She took a deep breath. “If I show you my breasts again, will you reject me?”
“Eve.”
“Will you? I’d like some sort of guarantee.” Silly, but she wanted to keep the risk low, even while she desperately wanted to prove to herself that she could take the initiative.
His leg straightened. “I won’t reject you.”
Okay. She pushed the blanket down, and she was gratified by his sharp inhale. Feeling, for the first time in her life, seductive and sexy, she cupped her breasts, touching her nipples. She rubbed them until they were tight points, hungry for his hands on her. “Gabe,” she whispered.
He rose to his feet, his blanket held at his waist with one hand. He came over to the couch and stared down at her. His face was wiped clean of expression, but his eyes were hard emeralds.
She grasped his wrist. “I need...”
Her breath caught, because his fingers smoothed over her breast. He squeezed her flesh. Not rough, gently, like he was weighing the heft. “What do you need?”
“I need...”You, but that might scare him away. “Sex.”
He swallowed and sat down on the edge of the sofa, still fondling her. He leaned in and pressed his mouth against hers.
The kiss was better this time around. Hotter, wetter, not rushed. He dipped his head and kissed along her throat and chest, until he got to her nipple. He traced the areola with his tongue. She shook. “I’ve been dreaming of this,” he muttered.
He had? Dreaming of her?
Not like you’ve been dreaming of him. Cool it.
“These tits,” he moaned, and rubbed his face over them. “They’re so beautiful. God, I want to lick them. Suck them. Fuck them.”
Her face turned red-hot. It seemed Gabe’s talkativeness extended to the bedroom. “O-okay,” she murmured.
He gave a choked laugh and captured her nipple in his mouth. She shivered. Her breasts had never been extraordinarily sensitive, but that felt nice. Especially since it was Gabe.
He moved to her other nipple, and she rested her hands on his shoulders. Her body softened and grew wet for him. Ah, yes. She wanted to revel in him forever, but this had an expiration date.
That was okay, though. A few orgasms to bank for her fantasies. She could settle for that.
He shouldn’t do this, but here they were, locked away from the outside world. Away from his unknowing family, and hers.
Away from who they were outside this cabin.
He slid his hand down her arm over the softness of her flesh. He liked her upper arm, how he could squeeze it and the flesh gave under his fingers. He wanted to bite her there. He would bite her there.
He pulled away slightly, tracing his tongue over her lips. She followed him. She was so hungry. “You’re a really good kisser.”
Her lashes fluttered open. “I am?”
“Mmm-hmm. Hasn’t anyone told you that before?”
