I can’t help but laugh. Fuck, he’s cute when he’s having fun.
“Something about purely physical flirtations?”
“Right.” He turns and starts messing with something behind the bed. “But we’re more than just physical. You and me, we’re more than all that superficial shit.” When he stands up, he’s got his guitar in his hands. “So if you ask me for a seduction, Spencer Wilchins, I’m going to seduce the hell out of you. Body and soul.”
“Does this mean I finally get to hear one of your new songs?” I ask, hope rising up.
Gabriel draws a soft chord from his instrument. “In a minute.” He walks slowly toward me, strumming. “But we’ve only got a little time before you’re due back on the courts, and right now…” He pauses and switches to his singing voice. “I need to kiss you all over,” he sings, and his lips land on my neck.
My breath catches. His stubble scrapes my sensitive skin, and as Gabriel drags his lips to my chest, he sets the guitar down.
“All over,” he says again, pushing my pants down. His hands are suddenly everywhere, and pleasure tingles across my nerves. “Play you like you’re my instrument. Your nipples.” He kisses me there, flicking his tongue as his fingers pinch. “Your pits,” he says, dragging his mouth under my arm.
My breath catches. It feels good, and when Gabriel’s hand finds my cock, it’s already pulsing for him.
I’m naked, and Gabriel has me in his arms. He walks me a few steps backward before lifting me, and it’s not until he hits a button behind us that I realize we’ve arrived at the champagne glass hot tub.
I laugh. “Of course. What kind of seduction would it be if you let a hot tub just sit there?”
He releases me with one arm just long enough to reach back and grab the actual champagne. After another drink, he hands it to me. “It is the honeymoon suite, after all.”
After I drink, Gabriel takes the bottle and sets it down. He knocks the cover off the giant hot tub, and we half-walk, half-grope each other up the stairs while it heats and bubbles.
His kisses undo me. The softness of his touch and his mouth are tantalizing. They heat me everywhere, and by the time Gabriel is lowering me into the hot water, I’m so hard I’m throbbing.
Gabriel steps backward, retreating down the steps, and I let out a shallow breath as I reach for him. First he finds a glass, pouring me a proper drink of the champagne, which he hands off with a kiss. Then he steps down again and swoops up his guitar casually.
He strums another melodic, gentle chord. “You’re special, Spencer.” He starts plucking the opening notes of a gentle song as he saunters slowly my way, still talking. “I’m not going to stop seducing you after we fuck. I’m going to keep seducing you, and flirting with you, and showing you how goddamn special you are every single day. As long as you’ll let me.”
I’m dizzy, totally unaccustomed to this kind of attention, but it’s Gabriel, so it doesn’t feel awkward. I see the honesty in his eyes, and I finally, truly understand how much I’ve craved a love like this.
“This is a new song,” Gabriel says, dropping his voice closer to the low, gravelly tone he often sings in. “I’ll have to change the lyrics before I consider recording. It’s too close to home right now. But I thought you should hear it the way it came to me.”
Without another word, he strums the guitar and starts singing.
I see his eyes with my eyes,
Feel his mouth with my lips.
Taste his voice when I’m hungry,
Lose my nights to his hips.
A good man, a good man.
An honest man has come for me.
My good man, my one man.
He says I’m free, he believes in me.
The slow build of the song kicks up. Gabriel leans forward, hair in his face and eyes up to me, and strums the guitar faster as his voice wrenches.
Then I saw his eyes with my eyes.
Then I felt his mouth with my lips.
This voice of mine isn’t strong enough
