When his eyes land on the faded scar on the inside of my leg, he swallows and closes his eyes, letting out a deep breath before his lips brush over the place I was shot. I want to tell him that it’s okay, and that I’m fine, when his glistening gaze lifts to me. But nothing that happened was okay, and we both know that.
Eventually, he runs his hands up my bare thighs and swallows down the pain we’ve both been feeling since that day.
He wraps his other arm around my leg, and his breath lands on my core, causing me to shudder. Pulling me forward until my ass is at the edge of the counter, he places his mouth to my center, his tongue finding my clit. My back arches, my head falling back to rest against the cabinet. Ireach down, gripping his hair as his tongue works in long, slow strokes.
Gabriel works me slowly into coming without much effort at all. It sneaks up on me, and I moan, holding onto him for dear life.
He stands, wiping his mouth with his thumb. His eyes darken. “That was my last apology. Now, it’s your turn.”
I rear back, pinching my brows.
He leans in closer. “You lied about that tattoo on your ass. You’re gonna pay for that.”
I squeal as he wraps an arm around my waist and picks me up. He explores every inch of my mouth as he carries me to his bedroom and drops me onto the mattress.
Towering over me, he tears his shirt off over his head. He really is a work of art. Especially now. Every muscle is visible under his smooth sun-kissed skin. I’m gawking but I can’t help it. He unbuckles his belt so slow, I think I might scream. I squirm, rubbing my legs together, and the corner of his mouth lifts.
He’s fucking with me.
“Jesus, Gabriel. Could you hurry the fuck up? If you aren’t inside of me in about thirty seconds, I might explode.”
He laughs. “I don’t know how, but I think you’ve gottenmoreimpatient.”
I glare at him. “You’re gonna think impatient when I get up and leave.”
“You’re not leaving.” He undoes his pants, and my eyes snag on just how badly he wants me.
“I might.”
When I lift them back to his face, he winks, slipping out of his jeans.
He bites his bottom lip. “You’re in enough shit right now, I wouldn’t test your luck.”
I roll my eyes. “Because I lied about the tattoo?”
In one swift move, he grabs my hair and yanks my head back. “Because you’ve been driving me fucking crazy for six months since you came back. You’re all I think about. All I dream about. Just you all the goddamn time.”
I smirk up at him. “That sounds like a you problem. I don’t know why I’m being blamed.”
He huffs. “I do kinda like it when you’re mean, though. That’s new.”
Just as I start to respond he adds, “With that being said, lay down and shut up.”
My mouth pops open at his fucking audacity. If I wasn’t on the verge of spontaneous combustion, I might actually walk out right now.
“Close your mouth, love.” He takes my hand, placing it over the bulge in his briefs. “Unless you’d like me to shove this down your throat instead.”
I stare up at him wide-eyed. I’d like to say I don’t like it when he talks like that. That this Gabriel doesn’t do it for me, but damn it—It’s so fucking hot.
I scramble forward, perching on the edge of the bed on my knees. “And what if Iwantyou to do that?”
His breath hitches, and his lip’s part. I caught him off guard. Good. He should have known I wouldn’t back down.
I grin, batting my lashes and flipping over on to my back with my head hanging off the bed.
He’s still looking down at me without moving.
“What are you waiting for? An invitation?” I sigh. Dramatically, I say, “Please, Gabriel, put your cock in my mouth.”
