Clearing my throat, I nod. “Yeah. Umm … “ All of a sudden, I feel both exposed and turned on by my reaction to him. Slightly embarrassed too, if I’m honest with myself.
We agreed to sex with no strings, so of course he’s cashing in. And I mean, I want him to, right?
When his gaze meets mine again, the fire in them licks through me and shoots a bolt of need straight into my core.
Yes. I definitely do.
But is it too soon?
“I promised the guys I’d make gorditas, remember?” Gabriel adds, sensing my hesitation.
Right. “What time?” I manage to ask, my voice betraying my growing anticipation.
A smirk tugs at the corners of his lips, triumph evident in his expression. "What time are you done with practice?"
“Four PM.”
“Can you come straight over afterwards, or do you need to go home first?”
Butterflies swarm in my belly, and I shake my head. “I don’t need to go home first,” I tell him.
“It’s settled then.”
As our teacher walks in, we fall silent, but Gabriel and the anticipation of what awaits us later today consume my thoughts for the rest of the day.
CHAPTER 48
CECILIA
“They’re going to hear us,” I pant out between ragged breaths.
Gabriel lifts his head from between my legs, a dark scowl on his face. “I don’t give a fuck who hears us.” Pushing up on my elbows, I shove at his shoulder and draw my legs together.
He growls, pressing his palms firmly down on the inside of my thighs until they’re flat, leaving me spread wide open. “And neither should you,” he snaps before diving back in.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my back arching involuntarily as pleasure courses through me. "We had a deal," I remind him, though the memory of our agreement fades under the intensity of what he’s doing to me right now.
His tongue dances over my clit, sending sparks of ecstasy shooting through me.
"I’m aware" he murmurs, his fingers sliding inside me, adding to the intoxicating pressure.
I moan, my head spinning with pleasure.
"Gabriel," I whimper, unable to form coherent thoughts. “Oh—Right there.”
He chuckles darkly between my thighs, the sound vibrating against my sensitive clit. His fingers work expertly, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. "Yes. Please—" I plead, my hips bucking against his touch, seeking release.
My fingers twist in his sheets. I’m so close. His mouth latches onto my clit and he sucks. Hard.
“Oh fu—” My hips jerk forward, chasing some measure of relief, but Gabriel’s grip on me is iron-tight. “Please. Please. Oh—” I’m begging now and I don’t even know what I’m begging for. For him to stop? For me to come? I’m lost in a sea of sensation and can’t find my way out.
The crown of my head presses into his headboard, and I’m right there, but Gabriel releases my clit and draws his fingers back.
No! I was so close.I’m breathing heavily, my body crashing hard from an unfulfilled high.Dammit.
"Look at me," he demands, his voice firm.
Dropping my chin, his heavy-laden gaze collides with mine. My breath hitches as our eyes lock.
