Gabriel steps closer. “Tell me what you like about me.”
I blink. “Do you seriously need your ego inflated more?”
He laughs. “No. But I’m curious. You act like you want to jump out the window whenever you see me. So tell me.” He drags the back of his fingers up my chest, from my sternum nearly to my neck. “Why do you think we got married that night?”
Yeah, definitely rock hard again.
“I don’t know.” I say. “I guess I don’t hate your lips.” My heart is pounding. “Or your cheekbones.”
“Is that enough to earn a proposal?”
“Your voice,” I say. “It’s rough but tender, too. Like your eyes.” Realizing I’ve said too much, I tear my eyes away. “I don’t know.”
This is another good reason to avoid sex. It apparently makes me babble like a fool.
He takes my chin and turns my gaze back to his. “It was your butt at first,” he says, and I snort out a laugh.
“Oh yeah?”
Gabriel’s expression softens. “But maybe it was that heart of yours. Not that you let it show very easily. You’re all steel, like a pro athlete is supposed to be.” He drags his hand down, laying his palm flat over my heart. “But you’ve got an honest heart underneath it all. That’s rarer than you might know.”
My thoughts fade. I let myself stay in his words, pretending that this man, this stranger, could possibly know something about me.
And it happens again. My hand is on his hip, and our lips meet. It’s not an explosion this time. It’s not raw and uncontrollable. A soft, slow kiss. His tongue flicks the edge of my teeth, and our mouths close together and open again before we pull away.
We move backwards one half-step at a time, our faces close but not kissing. Gabriel’s fingers trace the back of my neck. I suck in a surprised breath, and when he takes me by the waist, the back of my knees hit the bed, and we fall down together.
My towel comes untied, and I’m naked, my hard cock flat against my abs. I palm his dick through his underwear, feeling him harden against the cotton. Gabriel’s body is still full of mysteries, each touch bringing forth a new sensation. But slower, I let myself feel it differently, remembering every breath.
My palm brushes the hard peaks of his nipples. His stubble tickles my lips. Our legs tangle, thighs rubbing, and I feel his toes against mine.
“Spencer,” he coos, whispering my name against my ear. “Tell me what you want. I’ll give it to you.”
I can’t make the words. I don’t know how to say them even to myself. But he offered earlier, said he wanted it, so I take his hand and drag it down, placing him on my rear.
Gabriel growls softly, and I swear it’s one of the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard.
He turns me over and lifts me from the hips. I almost panic. It feels embarrassing and vulnerable to expose myself to him like this, but I brace instead. I want this, and maybe the most surprising thing of all the surprises today is that I want it from him.
His hand on my lower back, Gabriel kisses my cheek. “I’m going to lick you, okay?”
I nod against the pillows. “Okay.”
He palms my globes, and my erection pulses. His breath lands against my crease first, so soft I can barely feel it, but as powerful as a lightning bolt, it shocks me to the core.
I hitch my hips back, and Gabriel pulls my cheeks apart. He’s right there at my ass, inches away from the most private part of my body. I’m sweating, scared like I haven’t been in years. But when his warm, firm tongue licks up my crease, pleasure washes through me, and I sink into bliss.
“Gabriel,” I gasp, pawing back for his shoulders. “Oh god.”
He goes slow, licking me and swirling at my entrance. I can’t control my muscles. I’m clenching, my body trying to pull him in. He keeps working my rim, torturing me with long, slow swirls. The heat travels to places I’ve never felt, sparking nerves to life. I writhe my hips back, moaning into the pillow, loving every second of it and needing more.
He thrusts against my hole, a little harder every time, until finally, his tongue penetrates me. He pushes in, spreading me, and I gasp.
“You good?” he asks softly.
“Yes,” I grunt. “Feels good.”
His hand snakes around and takes my cock in a gentle grip. It’s almost too much, and I buck against the bed. When I recover myself, he pushes his tongue again, deeper and deeper each time, the wet heat filling me.
