On the ride back home, Gabriel won’t look at me. We’re sitting as far apart as two people can. I’m stunned by what he said and by my own restraint, too.

Kissing him felt like nothing I’d ever experienced, but then again I’ve never been kissed by a rockstar before. There’s a history of false intimacy attached since I’ve loved his music since he first came onto the scene.

You don’t really know him.

It just feels like you do.

Don’t forget he was a jerk earlier.

Like a mantra I repeat this because my body is buzzing with desire, my hands itching to slide his belt off.

I felt his bulge against my hip back there and now it’s all I can’t think about.

I want to fist his hair.

Tell him to go for it.

Rip my dress off, Gabriel.

Just do it.

Yeah, right.

What a mess that would be.

Tomorrow I’d be at the concert with Shelby and things would be awkward. Like an idiot I’d be waiting for a sign that…God, it’s ridiculous to even think about it!

And he’d act all casual then leave town, continuing his tour, next stop Canada of all places, which isn’t at all close by.

The fact that I memorized his tour stops before she even called into the radio station is sign enough that I must keep my legs closed.

Shelby was right when she called me out on my playlists — I’ve got all of his albums. It’s just, my life is a fucking disaster, that’s why I’ve been so closed off to him. Plus he was a total jerk! And he called me a bitch to my face! Who does that? Especially in the South?!

I look over and see him gnawing on his cheek, a heavy frown on his face. Glancing to his crotch my eyes widen on the size of his bulge. Feeling me staring at him, he glances over and cocks his eyebrows. “Yeah?”

“Rip my dress off, Gabriel. Just do it.”

His eyes sharpen like an animal given the order to attack. He rolls the glass divider down and tells the driver, “Larry, go the long way. Don’t stop until I tell you to, even if you pass her apartment.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Hitting a button the glass divider is covered by a solid black one, giving us total privacy. He tears his blazer off and throws it on the floor.

Suddenly Gabriel is on me, his hands gripping me so tight as he stares at me like he’s making sure I meant that. He grabs my dress with both hands, rips it and pulls the sleeves down so that my arms are captured and my boring white bra, exposed. His lips latch onto my neck and I moan as he half-kisses, half-chews his way down, igniting every nerve ending along the way. Before I know what’s happening our lips are locked and we’re moaning into each other’s mouths, grinding pelvises, my legs around him as he kneels in front of me.

“Fuck!” He shakes his head. “You feel too good. I can’t take it.”

I don’t care if he says that to every girl.

Right now he’s saying it to me.

I’m the one who frees my breasts from the strict confines of this bra. Gabriel looks down and just when I’m wondering if they’re good enough for him, he lunges for the right one, licking it and sucking my nipple until I’m moaning and out of my mind with need. He switches to the left, skillfully massaging as he licks.

He looks up at me and groans, “You’re bucking against my erection, Paige. You want something?”

“Yes!”

He rises up and pulls my hair, searching my eyes with the sexiest smile. “What do you want?”

“Don’t do this to me. Just…”

“Just what, Paige?”

My pussy is literally throbbing.

But I’m embarrassed. I never dirty-talk.

“Never mind. Forget it.”

He bites my bottom lip and locks eyes with me again. “C’mon Paige. Let go. Just say what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

Aching I close my eyes. “I’ve never done that before.”

“Tell me you want to fuck me, it’s okay. Just say it.”

I moan, my ass rising off the seat.

He holds my look and grinds a little.

As he backs off I cry out, “Don’t tease me!”

“You want my cock, Paige? C’mon baby girl, tell me what you want.”

He glides one hand over my panties and murmurs, “You’ve soaked through these bad boys. Say what you want. I want to give it to you. Drop your inhibition. Let it all go.”

Terrified of sounding silly I whisper, “Fuck me. Please fuck me.”

Our lips collide. He’s kissing me so hard it hurts yet I only want more. I struggle with his belt feeling completely out of my league. His tongue dashes into my mouth as he pulls my panties down my legs and tosses them onto the limo’s floor, dipping down to fondle me with his fingers and kiss the damp hair there. Toying with my tender flesh he dips in and runs circles over my swollen clit with his tongue.

I moan and my fingers dig into his shoulders. He dips his tongue inside me and comes out to flick it everywhere inside my lips like he knows exactly what I need, teasing and playing. I start to shake, fisting his hair and rocking against his mouth as a seed of pleasure bursts in me. Everything is pulsing as I whimper, because it’s not enough. I want more.

“Gabriel, I need you inside my…”

He looks up with lust in his kaleidoscope eyes. “Say it.”

Panting and nervous I murmur, “I need you inside my… pussy.”

“Fuck yes,” he groans pulling his pants down his thighs and releases a cock that makes my whole body tighten with need.

“You’re so big,” I moan.

He stares at my mouth, and nods like he’s used to hearing that. Taking my hand, he puts it on his length. Groaning he shuts his eyes, rocking his hips back and forth and guiding my fingers, showing me the way. He pulls my ass to the edge of the seat and presses the blunt, mushroom tip up against my pussy, spreading my lips with his fingers. We start kissing as he begins to inch in, but he’s so big it’s hard for me to relax.

“I’m sorry! I’m trying.”

He licks my bottom lip and locks eyes with me, his hooded. He’s so handsome I can’t believe I’m really doing this with him. His voice is thick and deep, almost gentle. “Let your mind go. It’s just you and me here. You feel that? I’m going slow so you can yield to me in your own time. You feel that? You’re opening up.”

“I feel it,” I gasp, spreading my legs more and frowning with pleasure.

“Your pussy is fucking perfect, don’t worry. Feel how she’s letting me in now?” His eyes roll back in his head as a guttural groan vibrates his chest, eyelids shutting on a deep wince.

I’m stroking his hair and watching his ecstasy. It’s such a turn on to think I’m doing this to him.

His mouth reaches for mine and our tongues dance as our hips start moving. With each slow, deep thrust my walls stretch a little more, getting used to his size. He breaks free from the kiss and smiles, panting, “That’s good. You’re doing great.”

As his tongue teases mine I cry out into his mouth. He’s hitting something inside that feels so good and overwhelming it scares me. “What’s happening?”

He’s panting and he looks at me. “That’s your g-spot. It feels intense, but let it happen.”

“Oh God!” My nails dig into his flesh as I start to tremble. My heartbeat is pounding everywhere. All my baby hairs are standing up. I feel like I might cry. Something is releasing that I didn’t even know I was holding onto.

Gabriel kisses my cheek as he keeps a steady rhythm, filling me with each thrust. He murmurs, “I’ve never felt like this before.”

I’m trying to keep from screaming as my pussy bears down on him in hot contractions. He claims my mouth in an amazing kiss, groans and cums with me. Tearing free from my lips he roars, “Holy fuck! What is going on?!”

I am a trembling mess.

Please God, help me let go of him when the time comes.

Or if you’re feeling kind, help me keep him.