My pulse is in my throat. When I realize my hand is shaky, too, I stand. “That’s ridiculous,” I tell him. “Breaking the tension. That’s so cliché.”
He stands, too. “Then pass,” he says. “That’s fine. No pressure.” He eyes me, appreciating my body in a way that makes me squirm like I’m back on the vibrating chair. “I am curious what you’re like in bed, though.”
My carnal desire for Gabriel rises up strong. I’ve been fighting it back since I left Vegas, but as his eyes pierce my gaze, I can feel that horny urge reaching for him.
His logic is absurd.He’sabsurd.
But he’s also kind of right.
At this point, why the hell shouldn’t I sleep with him once?
My dick is hard, and my attention is fixed on Gabriel’s body. But as much as it strangely feels impossible to say no, I can’t bring myself to say yes, either.
I lick the back of my teeth, eyeing him just like he’s eyeing me. “You’re a sexy playboy,” I tell him, “so you think I want you to be my teacher or something.”
“Thanks. I think you’re sexy, too,” he tells me.
A surprised laugh escapes from beneath my lungs.
Damn it. I hate when he’s funny.
Gabriel takes a step toward me, nearly closing the space between us. “Don’t worry,” he says. “I won’t try to teach you anything. We’ll just enjoy each other.” He curls up a smile. “And I wasn’t joking,” he says quietly. “You are sexy, Spencer.”
Something ignites in my brain.
I’ve been stressed and upset and disoriented, but Gabriel is making me an offer. He’s putting something on the table for me, and while everything else is confusing, the way I want this is clear and present.
I place my hand on his chest, feeling his heat. “Once,” I say, barely believing the words that are coming out of my mouth. “Just once.”
Surprise lights up Gabriel’s expression, which quickly eases into another cocky smile. “Whatever you say, hubby.”
My erection is rock hard. Before I can change my mind, I lean forward, bringing my lips to his. Gabriel’s mouth opens, his tongue sliding against mine, and lava flows between us. He wraps his strong arms around my shoulders, pulling me close while I push my tongue into his mouth, harder this time.
I pull my lips back with a gasp, and my body comes alive. His taste, the scrape of his stubble, the push and pull of our strength, wrestling softly for control—all of it sizzles through me, burning away everything that’s not us, right now.
I growl. Gabriel’s dick is hard against my hip, and when I grind him back, I know I’m going to remember every second of this.
* * *
GABRIEL
Spencer’s hands are all over me. We barely kiss. We mainly just push each other back and forth as he explores my side, paws my chest, and buries his fingers in my hair. With every heartbeat, he’s needier, hungrier, groaning and hot and hard.
It’s so goddamn hot.
I didn’t expect this tonight. I didn’t expect this ever with him, really. But once we started talking about sex, I felt an urge to taste him.
To learn his body. To know who we are together, and maybe understand a little more how we ended up in this mess.
As I lick his neck, kissing him there, his tension melts away. I wonder if he’ll reveal something raw, maybe something powerful like I saw in his tennis matches, or something tender that he keeps all to himself.
Spencer smells like musk and fresh soap, and when I drag my hands up beneath the cotton of his shirt, his low growl turns into a groan.
“Oh fuck,” he gasps and presses his forehead to mine.
I stroke my hands to his abs, enjoying his firm six-pack as he quivers against me. “Oh fuck,” I agree. “Forbidden husband sex.”
He laughs, surprised, and when we press our bodies closer, I can feel his hard erection, throbbing against my hip. I shift my weight, pressing my dick to his, and Spencer clutches me tighter.
