“Please, Gabe,” she whispered.
He didn’t have to ask what she was asking for. He lifted her breast and leaned forward to bring it into his mouth. He sucked hard, grazing her nipple with his teeth, causing her to gasp in pleasure. When his tongue swirled against the rosy tip, she moaned and ground her hips against his groin. With a groan, he switched to the other breast, his teeth grazing her skin a little harder as he pulled back, not bothering to hide his grin when she cried out his name.
Then, without a word, she began to fumble with the buttons of his shirt, her brows coming together in an adorable frown when her fingers wouldn’t work as efficiently as she’d like. He joined in, making short work of his shirt and tossing it onto the floor, and pulled his T-shirt over his head and adding it to the pile.
Then he dragged her close, until her breasts were pressed against his bare chest, and ravaged her mouth once more, determined to kiss her until she was breathless. When she suddenly broke their kiss and pulled away, they both were panting.
For a moment he thought something was wrong when Elle opened the door and climbed out. But she was smiling when she turned back. “You said no one comes back here.”
He wasn’t quite sure what she had in mind until she unfastened the button on her cutoffs and slowly slid down the zipper. He gulped, his eyes hungry as he watched her oh-so-slowly slide the cutoffs over her hips to reveal a tiny scrap of white panties.
“Oh sweet Jesus,” he murmured, scrambling out of the backseat in an instant, gathering her into his arms and kissing the hell out of her as her fingers worked on the button of his jeans. It popped open and his mind barely registered that the zipper had slid down. But when he felt her slip her hand between them and grasp him, he nearly lost his shit right then and there.
He sent up a curse and squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his teeth.
“Do you like this?” she murmured, pressing kisses to his chest. Her hand slid a little lower, cupping his sac and stealing any response that came to mind. A moment later, she slid his jeans over his hips and shoved them down his thighs. “How about this?”
He opened his eyes and looked down just in time to see her take him into her mouth.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
His legs turned to jelly and he ass-planted onto the front passenger seat, but that apparently just gave her more access. She sucked him hard, taking him deep, her hand working his shaft at the base. When she drew back enough for her tongue to circle the tip of him, he jerked, an orgasm rapidly building at the base of his spine.
* * *
“Elle, stop,” he demanded, gently taking her head in his hands. He blew out a harsh string of curses when she merely lifted her eyes defiantly and took him full into her mouth again. He groaned deep in his chest and his head fell back, his hips beginning to thrust. She loved the power she had over him at that moment, the pleasure she saw in his handsome face as he braced himself, gripping the headrest of the front seat with one hand and the dashboard with the other.
Dear God, he was a beautiful man. She’d always thought him devastatingly handsome, but since coming to know him better in the last few weeks and getting beyond the cocky facade he wore like a shield, in her eyes, he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.
The muscles in his neck and arms bulged with the effort to keep from coming. When the head of his penis began to weep, the salty taste of him tingling her tongue, she withdrew with one long, hard suck that made him swallow a cry.
In the next moment, he was sweeping her off her feet to switch places with her, tearing off her panties with such haste that she heard the satin tear, but she didn’t care. As close as he’d been to coming, she expected him to plunge into her and nearly bowed off the seat when she felt the flick of his tongue against her clit.
“Oh God,” she gasped when his tongue teased lightly, tickling and tasting. He pulled back at her words and her eyes popped open to make sure everything was okay, only to find him giving her a self-satisfied grin as he peered at her. “Gabe?”
“I want to look at you,” he said. “I want to see your face when I make you come.”
She opened her mouth to inquire exactly how he planned to make her come when he was just kneeling there grinning at her, but then she felt a long finger ease into her and his thumb brushed her clit, making her arch. As his thumb moved in a slow, sensual motion, his finger moved within her, searching. And then—
“Holy shit!” she cried as a sensation so intense shook her to her bones.
“That’s it,” he encouraged as his tempo increased, making her writhe against his hand. “Do you like that, Elle?”
Did she like it? Was he kidding?
“Oh God, yes!” she panted, leaning back on her elbows.
Between the onslaught of sensation from the way he was working her clit and stroking her G-spot, she felt like her entire body was about to shatter into a million pieces. It briefly crossed her mind that she shouldn’t let go completely, that she should keep her guard up. After all, this could be just a one-time thing, a fling that both of them had been longing for—no matter how much she now realized she wanted it to be more. Even if Gabe’s reputation with women had been exaggerated, he was still not one for commitment. But then, neither was she.
But as soon as the thoughts had crossed her mind, the intensity of the pleasure Gabe was eliciting pushed them away, making it impossible for her not to completely give herself over to the moment.
“Don’t stop,” she managed.
His voice was deeper, his breathing ragged when he said, “Don’t stop what, Elle? Say it.”
Her head thrashed from side to side as her pleasure began to peak. “Don’t stop touching me,” she ordered. “Don’t stop—”
She arched off the seat as she came, not able to stifle her cry as light exploded in her head.
