He chuckled. “Forever is a long time, Misty. I might get hungry.”
She pulled away just enough to look up at his face. “I’m hungry now. But not for food.”
Whoa.“You had to go and make it weird.” He let out a nervous chuckle.
“It’snotweird. We like each other. We always have.”
“Parker would kill me.”
“And then I’d kill him. Either way,Iget to live.” The little minx was smirking.
“Oh, so as long asyoucome out of it okay…” He couldn’t help laughing.
She gave him a carefree shrug.
He dipped her until she lay flat on the couch, and then he loomed over her. Without thinking, he bent down and captured her lips. Her arms twined around his neck. Careful not to put his full weight on her fragile body, he stretched out beside her. They kissed for who knew how long.
He was well aware of the erection straining his jeans. A moment later, he realized she was aware of it too. And she reached down to stroke him.
“Jesus, Misty. Stop it.”
“Why? I want you, Gabe. And unless you’re always this hard, I can tell you want me too.”
He bolted upright. “Oh, fer Chrissakes.” He stood, placed his hands on his hips, and frowned. He was losing the war inside his head. At last, scooping under her bottom and back, he lifted her effortlessly. Then, against all better judgement, he carried her to his bed.
He lay her in the middle and straightened. Arms folded, he studied her for a few moments. She wasn’t afraid. Her expression was…expectant? Probing?
“What’s wrong?” she asked softly.
“Nothing. That’s what’s wrong.”
Her forehead wrinkled into a perplexed line.
Gabe unbuttoned his shirt, still holding her gaze. She didn’t move as he peeled it off. Her eyes flicked to the white puckered burn mark on his ribs but quickly returned to his face.
“You can still stop me if you want to,” he said.
“I don’t.”
She sat up and pulled her sweater over her head.
Shit.She had the most perfect breasts he’d ever seen. Granted, they were still partially hidden by her black satin bra, but the shining skin and her cleavage were tempting enough. His mouth watered. Her breasts were no less beautiful when she popped her bra open and tossed it aside.
She unbuttoned her jeans, and he quickly lay down beside her, placing his hand over hers. “Let’s leave those on for now.”
“Seriously?”
“Absolutely. There’s a lot of feel-good fun that can be had with your pants on.”
Misty rolled her eyes. “If you say so.”
Gabe leaned over her. “I say so.” He laved one nipple, and it pebbled quickly. Then he took it into his mouth. As he sucked one breast, he massaged the other, giving a small squeeze to that nipple. She arched and moaned.
Gabe continued to lavish attention on each breast while Misty ran her fingers through his hair occasionally, as if holding on for dear life.
“Oh God, Gabe. I swear I could come from just this.”
He leaned back with a satisfied smile. “See what I mean?”
