Chapter 42

Ally

“Gabe,” I said, unable to get the words out.

He pressed two warm fingers to my lips and shook his head. “Just love me the best way you know how.” Those tender words coupled with the sincere tone did it. I was flat out gone.

I ran my fingers up the muscles of his back, on either side of his spine and stroked him, tilting my head back and offering up my neck. He loved my neck, I could always tell from the small noises of satisfaction he made when kissing me. Soft grunts of pleasure.

He made them now, lowering his open mouth to my flesh. He nibbled and sucked on each sensitive spot, feasting and inhaling through his nose, then finally moving to the next position, further down.

I gripped his back, lost in his sweet, hot kisses. This was right, even though I didn’t want it to be. I loved his touch as much as I loved him, my need for his soul was entwined with my lust for his body.

Gabe broke away, studying me for a moment. He brushed my lips with his and I squirmed for more, but he withdrew, chuckling.

“Follow me, gorgeous,” he whispered, that sexy half-smile lighting his features. That was a beacon to me, a combination of confidence, sex appeal and utter desire that went deeper than skin.

I was most definitely a moth to his flame.

He walked out of the kitchen, glancing back once. He crooked a finger and my heart thumped, a strange tickle of excitement crawled through my soul. Nerves that should be reserved for the first time.

Every time with him was like the first time.

I followed, drawn by his scent and those delicious broad shoulders. I was wet at the prospect of touching them again, running my hands along the rippling biceps and to that solid middle, then up to his tan chest. God, so tan, and those enigmatic eyes.

I throbbed for him.

He strolled into the lounge and stood in the center of it. Pop went the top button and he unzipped those jeans slowly but left them on to seduce me with the sexy indentations of his muscles.

Take them off.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

“Wh-what?”

“You wanted me the minute you woke up this morning. Your pussy was probably wet the second you walked into the kitchen.”

I gulped and nodded, though I was a little reluctant.

“I didn’t want it. I would have done anything to stop it.” The admission cost me. “There’s something about us, Gabe. I don’t know what it is.”

“Chemistry,” Gabe groaned. “I fucking knew it. I pictured ripping those pants down and burying my face between your legs while we talked. I want you dripping for me, Allegra. Most of all, I wanted to look like a man who’s been eating pussy instead of eating cupcakes.”

I blushed at the words as my hands went to my chest and my breath came in short gasps. I was so wet it misted through to my PJs, spreading to the indents at the top of my thighs. “Gabe, how did I get these pajamas on last night?” I glanced down at the flannel plaid design and noted the soft cotton against my fevered skin.

He stilled and found my gaze. His stare dripping with passion. And more.

“I put them on you.”

“How?” I couldn’t help it. I wanted to know. Wanted to hear him say it.

Just wanted.

“First, I peeled your dress off your flushed body inch by painful inch.” He leaned against the counter. Like he needed fortitude in order to continue. “The bra and panties surprised me. I didn’t know such a little scrap of see-through fabric could cover anything. The moment the cool air flowed over your exposed body, your nipples puckered. Like they wanted me to touch them. Kiss them. Pull the lacy fabric of your bra down and lick and bite them until your sexy eyes opened.”

“Did you?” I could barely croak the question past my parched lips. The same lips that wanted to capture his with everything that I was and everything that I could ever be.

“I didn’t. I wanted to, but I would never disrespect the woman I care about by taking advantage of her when she’s passed out. I didn’t even touch you any more than I had to in order to remain functional.”

“Gabe…”

“Yes, Allegra?”

“I’m wet. I’m so wet I can’t even tell you.”

He didn’t acknowledge my dirty admission. Acted like I hadn’t even spoken.

“Then, I pulled your dress past those curvy hips I love so much and hung it on a satin hanger. It’s in your closet. I had to search through your drawers to find something to make you presentable. Had I left you in just your lingerie in the middle of that bed, I wouldn’t have been able to stay out of it.”

Never leaving my gaze, he reached down and slowly inched those jeans past his sexy hips to fall in a pool of denim on the floor. He could give it as good as I could. “I’m really hard right now, Allegra. So hard I can’t even tell you.”

A mangled groan escaped my mouth.

“Touch yourself, Allegra,” he prompted. “Slide your fingers down between your legs and touch yourself. Then, you can show me how wet I make you.”

I pressed my fingers to the fabric above my clit and rubbed in circles because I couldn’t handle this moment. The intimacy of touching myself in front of him. So I deliberately defied him and kept my fingers outside my panties. Wanting to see what he’d do. Wanting to be punished for my defiance.

“Please,” I murmured, “don’t make me wait any longer. I want you to touch me.”

He stepped out of the jeans and came to me, his massive erection outlined through the front of his boxer briefs. Gabe stopped in front of me and let his constrained cock rub the sliver of bare skin between the hem of my shirt and the top of my PJ pants.

He hooked his thumbs into either side of my pants at the hips, then ripped down, taking my panties with them, exposing my bare flesh.

I gasped at the cold air.

He cupped my pussy in one hand and parted my swollen lips with his middle finger, slipping it past my clit, again and again.

“You didn’t listen to me,” he said. Calm. Determined. “I said that I wanted to see how wet I make you. Touch yourself. Do it now.”

I shuddered and grabbed his shoulders, scratching the naked flesh and leaving my mark. Tracks of white against his tan skin that flamed into red seconds later. He was mine. Even when he melted me to the spot and took control of my body. Gabe was mine.

“Swear to me that you’re not engaged.” Through the haze of my desire and longing, I had to know the truth before this went any further.

He pushed my hair back from my face. “I swear. I swear with every cell of my body that I only love you.”

I nodded and turned my face into his hand, kissing his palm. Then, I took a deep breath and did what he’d asked. Touched myself. For him.

Tentatively, because I’d never done anything like this outside of the darkness of my own bedroom, I slid my right hand down the curve of my stomach to land just above my pubic bone.

“Now, Allegra.”

The heat radiating from my core burned a sensation into my body. A branding. Of pleasure and desire. I’d never felt more in charge. Or more exposed.

“I want more,” I said, meeting his gaze, loving the feeling of power I had over the speed and depth of this interlude. “I want you.”

As I spoke the words, little more than breathless pants of desire, I allowed my fingers to drift lower and part my folds to the ministrations of my own hand. Gabe’s breath hissed and his eyelids fluttered shut. Like he couldn’t watch. Like it would be too much to watch me pleasure myself even though he’d demanded it.

He curled his arm around me and dragged me close, lifting me effortlessly. “I’m going to split you wide open. With my tongue. And my cock.” Gabe slipped his middle finger between my legs and sank it deep, finding my clit with his thumb.

My eyes rolled back in my head, the pressure and slow build too much to bear. The waves of the first orgasm ripped through my body like I’d been hit with a taser. Rapid fire pleasure caused my feet to levitate off the floor. If Gabe hadn’t had a strong arm snaked around my waist, I would have become a human puddle.

He continued to hang onto my torso for dear life with his hardness pressed between us, aching and pulsing against my skin and shirt. “Yes, that’s it,” he growled. “Come hard, Allegra. You’re my woman. Mine. Say it.”

“I always was,” I replied in between whimpers. “God, how I’ve wanted to deny it, but I can’t. And it might be the death of me.”

“That’s right.” He took his finger out of me and ripped my flannel shirt over my head with one hand; the pearl buttons gave way and rolled across the linoleum. His eyes grew tight; his erection strained harder. “Fuck, Allegra. These gorgeous nipples.” He rolled them between his fingers. Pinched hard. Then leaned down to soothe the savage move with a soft roll of his tongue.

I shuddered. “Oh god, more, please fuck me,” I breathed. “Gabe, don’t make me wait any longer.”

He marched us to the couch and adjusted me in his arms, turning my body so I could wrap my legs around his waist and arms around his neck.

I caught his bottom lip in my teeth and bit lightly, then sucked. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and took the kiss I’d craved from the second he’d taken those jeans off.

His cock was at my entrance, quivering and sliding past the opening, teasing me.

Gabe sat down and brought me down with him, ramming himself inside and sending a shock of pleasure through my ass cheeks and up my spine, straight into my brain.

“God,” I moaned.

“Fuck me, Allegra. Ride me. Show me how you want it.” He buried his fingertips in the flesh at my hips. “Slide that wet pussy up and down my cock until I blow inside you. And don’t close your eyes. I want to see you. I want to look into your eyes the moment you come and realize that I possess you.”

I grasped my breasts and gripped my taut nipples between the first two fingers of each hand. Then I did as I was told, slipping up his length painfully slow, then down again. My back arched as I grabbed the back of the sofa, brushing my breasts against his lips.

He caught my nipples in his mouth and sucked, letting go of my hips to devour them, suckle and nibble and… oh God, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I changed my rhythm, circling my hips, then bucking them with each thrust, alternating the flow effortlessly, seeking my pleasure instead of his. And he didn’t care. He welcomed it. Becoming more unglued the wilder I became. I placed one hand between my legs and played with my clit, using the perfect speed and motion until I felt that second orgasm building. Climbing higher and higher.

“Yes,” I hissed as I stared him down.

“Fuck, that’s amazing,” he said, between mouthfuls of my flesh. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop. I love watching you touch yourself, Allegra. It makes me crazy.”

I couldn’t stop, I needed more motion. More pressure. More. The peak was dead ahead, a crest which I rose upon, burning pleasure lifting me higher and higher. I quickened the pace, seeking more of him inside me, more of that feeling.

Gabe slapped one hand on the back of my neck and forced me to stillness, then moved for us both. Hot skin on skin, driving himself into my warm, wet folds. Sweat dripping down his torso, tracing the lines between his stomach muscles.

I circled my clit desperately and reached the peak.

Gabe threw his head back and gave a guttural roar as he erupted inside me, just as I tightened around him, overthrown by the pleasure caressing my body and soul. We didn’t stop moving until he was empty and the last of my orgasmic aftershocks had abated.

I sighed and captured his lips in a searing kiss. There would be time for regrets later Today belonged to us.