Fuck. He caught me staring. I wasn’t exactly being subtly. I tore my gaze away, burning in shame. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to stare.”
“You can do a lot more than staring. I only said we could wait ifyouwanted to wait.”
“Oh my God. Please stop. I don’t know what I want anymore. I do know, but I don’t know if it’s right.”
He brushed my cheek with the back of his hand, his eyes smoldering with unrelieved tension that had been simmering between us all day. “Stop thinking about what’s right and what’s wrong for one second and think about something else for a change. Think about what makes you happy.” He took my hands and pressed them on his chest. Fuck. He was so firm and hot. “I know I can make you happy, even if it’s just in bed, and I want to do it night and night again.”
“So cocky. Wasn’t I a challenge, and you thought my vagina was sealed?”
“I bet that seal has melted, and your pussy is dripping open.”
If it hadn’t, it was now. Fuck. My palms on his toned solid muscles were enough to melt me. I didn’t need his dirty talk too.
“And I’ll win this challenge or I’ll die trying.” He kissed right under my earlobe, and then bit it. “Once you let me get you naked, I’ll devour you, ruin you, get you addicted to me so you never want me to go.”
I murmured and moaned and purred.
His stubble rubbed against my temple, and then his lips printed little kisses down my face but stopped at the corner of my mouth. “So what’s it gonna be, Gabriella? Get you naked now and every night to come? Or spend the night in your bed, eating popcorn, watching cheesy movies for as many nights as you like until you let me tear some underwear off you?”
How about he tore underwear off me, I got him naked, we spent the night in bed doing happy things and then we ate popcorn watching cheesy movies night and night again?
Get a grip, Gabi. You can’t date a stripper, an escort. You can’t date, period.
Well, it wasn’t that easy to think straight when his candy breath was on my mouth, and his huge erection pressed against my stomach. Talk about a mindfuck. “How are these my only options? What happened to the one-night stand offer?”
“Long gone.” My whole body vibrated when he spoke. “And you don’t have a choice but to do as I say. Remember the video I have on you?”
I started to laugh, but then he lifted his index finger and pointed it at my neck. “Oh, you’re laughing at me? How about I make you laugh until you pee yourself? I bet then you’ll know who owns you now.”
“No, please,” I wheezed with laughter and terror. He wasn’t gonna want me if I peed myself in front of him, and I would. “I’ll do anything you say.”
“Yeah. That’s my good girl,” he said, still in character, and I was dying, my stomach clenching hard with the giggles. I didn’t know how he wasn’t.
“And she’s still laughing. Okay, I know how to make you stop.” The breath that was destroying me was now exhaled inside my mouth. He devoured my lips, looking at me like he could eat me alive.
I wondered if he’d devour my other lips with the same enthusiasm. The thought alone made me soak my panties. He cupped my ass with both his hands and picked me up with zero effort. Oh my. How strong was he?
I tangled my ankles behind his back, my heels digging in his ass, afraid I might fall, as he set me against the wall. With him pressed right against me, his erection almost ripping his pants and drilling a hole in my thigh, he groaned against my mouth as I let my tongue roam his mouth.
He pulled back for a second and pushed my hair off from my face. “Those eyes… You’re so fucking beautiful.” He held my chin and brought my lips back to his as if he couldn’t stand the separation.
I had to slow down or my heart was going to burst. “Fabio, please just…” I moaned. “I don’t even know you.”
“That’s not true. I’m Fabio from Chicago.” Kiss. “Twenty-six.” Longer kiss. “Single.” Panty-melting kiss. “Wear thongs to work.” Heart-stopping kiss. “Really really like you.” He pushed his hardness farther to emphasize his point. “What else do you wanna know?”
What were we doing? How did everything change between us in the span of fourteen hours? Why wouldIact upon an impulse with a guy eighteen years younger than I was thatwore thongs to work?
And why the fuck did it feel so right to have his tongue down my throat?
“Why me?” That was the only question I could push out. “You must have hundreds of young, beautiful girls throwing themselves naked at you every day. It doesn’t make any sense to skip those for a wrinkly widow with boobs that need a magic bra to look human and not those of a cow.”
He smiled. “I can give you the whole age is just a number speech or tell you your body is blowing me out of my fucking mind as is, fuck, your eyes alone make me forget my own name, and that ass, don’t get me started, but my answer to your question is none of that. I want you, Gabriella, because you’re real.”
“Real?”
“The other girls, it’s just the sex. The glitter. But with you, I know you see beyond all that. You see the human, not the glitter.”
“How do you know for sure? I mean, I’m very interested in the sex now.”
