Chapter Fifteen
Luna
After the police came and took Gabriel away, I’d had Joe drive me down to the station to find out if they had officially arrested him. After waiting an hour to talk to someone, they sent me home, stating that he’d been picked up for questioning primarily on the LA case. Picking him up was a formality and there hadn’t been any arrest in the system yet. All I could do was wait, but they’d call.
Not even Mason would tell me anything, and for the short time I was in the same room with him, he’d stayed busy speaking with other lawyers and talking it up with the cops.
When I couldn’t take the smell of stale coffee and sterile floor cleaner any longer, I had Joe drive me back to the hotel. He walked me in and sat with me a while, but as the day turned into night, he went to watch the door out in the hallway when the persistent reporter returned.
Would this be what my life would be like? Would I have to sit and wait on him to return from prison? Knowing he’d put me up in a home was little consolation, and no fancy place would be a substitute for him. Besides, I loved my job. Being his assistant was hard work and lots of fun.
In a way, I wished that time could go back. But as I put my hand to my lips, remembering his mouth there against me, I knew I wouldn’t want to change that part of it all. Too bad we couldn’t pick and choose and reboot the rest.
I paced the room hundreds of times as the evening wore on and only stopped now and then to check the news outlets. There wasn’t any new news, other than what I already knew. Considering how they’d screwed things up before, at least they’d gotten it right so far.
It wasn’t all for worry. I missed him, too. I hadn’t thought I could feel that way, but there it was. It burned in my chest and welled up with my tears. I thought of his kisses and how my body had responded. I wanted more than his mouth, and as the warmth spread through me, I wondered what it would be like to make love to him. I imagined his hands on me, caressing me, entering me, and how I’d respond.
I’d been the good girl, hell, I’d even waited for marriage, and with my father’s disappointment in check, there wasn’t anything else holding me back. There was no doubt I’d give myself to him.
What if I never got that chance? What if they kept him and he granted my annulment from prison? Would I have to touch him through glass? All of the thoughts threatened to take me down, but I stayed on my feet, determined to stay strong…even if I had to walk a rut in the floor.
Finally, the gods smiled on me and there was a commotion out in the hallway. I heard Joe’s friendly tone and then the shouts of the reporter as I stood near the door, waiting for it to swing open.
I held my breath, and as my eyes met Gabriel’s, I rushed forward. I didn’t have far to go because he did the same, pulling me up into his arms until my feet left the floor. A quick glance behind him, and I watched as Mason smiled and shut the door, leaving us alone.
Gabriel didn’t hold back or pause to say goodbye. He found my mouth and kissed me hard, then pulled away and held me.
He placed me on my feet, but didn’t let go. “I didn’t think I’d ever get out of that place.”
“I know. Is it over?” I stared at him with hopeful eyes.
Shaking his head, he stroked my hair. “Not yet, but I’m done sitting on my hands.”
“I don’t blame you. I’ll help you any way I can.” I locked my arms around his shoulders and stared up into his eyes. “I really missed you.”
A tired smile spread his lips, and he released a low growling sound. “Did you?”
I nodded, and he found my lips again. This time, I gripped his hair and held him to me, stroking my tongue against his. Instead of going hard and deep, I caressed his mouth with mine, kissing down his stubbly chin and to his neck before finding his lips again.
Our eyes met, and he smiled. I started walking backward toward the bedroom door, and his eyes widened with surprise. “You want to take a shower with me?”
It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but the idea excited me. I’d never done anything like that before, and in the past my low self-esteem would have never allowed it.
He must have read the uncertainty in my expression because he gave me another quick peck. “We can take things slow, Luna.” I nodded again, and we went into the bathroom. While I slipped out of my shoes, he turned on the shower.
Once he seemed satisfied with the temperature, he turned to shrug out of his jacket. He loosened his tie, and I stopped what I was doing as he unbuttoned his shirt to slip it off. He laughed and stepped closer, his fingertips brushing my waist as he pulled my blouse up over my head and tossed it to the floor.
I took in every inch of his body, my eyes lingering down along his abs and back up across his chest to his strong shoulders. He unbuttoned my slacks and smiled before moving his hand to his own button.
I swallowed hard and imagined what I was about to see, knowing it would be impressive from the bulge that punched out in the front of his pants. As his thick, proud cock sprang forward between us, I licked my lips and then went for his mouth, wanting to taste him again.
Kissing me with care, he pulled me close before stepping out of his clothes. I kicked off the rest of my clothes as he led us to the shower where the hot steam billowed into the room. He stepped under the spray, and when I joined him, he turned me to the wall and stood behind me. The water shot down across his shoulder and hit my back, and I closed my eyes, waiting for his touch to find me again.
The fresh, crisp scent of citrus hit my nose as his hands landed on my breasts. I opened my eyes to see the sudsy peaks, and heat flared between my legs as he worked his way across my tight nipples and down my stomach. Before he hit the place of my desire, his hands circled up across my breasts again, working up the lather.
“Relax, Luna, and touch me,” he whispered into my ear sending chills down my neck.
I hadn’t realized my hands were holding me up against the shower walls, and on his command, I placed my hand on his leg behind me.
His skin was so warm and tight, and as I rubbed his hip with one hand and placed the other on his arm, his cock brushed against my lower back. My breath hitched and I tensed as he dipped his hand down to cup my mound. He turned me around and kissed me as his hands brushed all the suds away. Once we were both soap free, he backed me up against the wall and kissed me.
His kiss lingered down my neck and to my breasts, capturing my nipple between his lips. That sent a shot of electricity tingling at my core and I moaned, flinching at the sensation. He kept working his mouth in the same manner, grazing his teeth across my sensitive buds. He pulled back with a smile.
“Do you like that?” I nodded and croaked out a sound that was meant to be a yes and he chuckled. “You still haven’t touched me, Luna.”
For a moment, I was confused because my hands had been all over him. His chest, his arms, and even his hips and ass, but then I realized what he meant. I glanced down to his thick erection and looked back up. It seemed strange to share, and I wondered if the two of us being on full display, considering I’d never even been in bed with a man, was a good idea.
He leaned in and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on his feet to get even closer. I pressed myself against him until his cock pressed against my stomach.
Much to my dismay, the water was shut off and Gabriel stepped out, his gorgeous body dripping wet and the same smile plastered on his face. He held out his hand to me, and I stepped out with him, reaching out for a towel.
He opened one up and held it for me, and as I stepped into it, he closed it around me and rubbed my arms. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
I took hold of the towel, ignoring the question. “Thank you – and likewise.” He dried himself off before taking my hand and leading me to the bed.
“So, what’s next?” I climbed into the bed and nestled down into the covers. The tingles between my legs hadn’t ebbed, and I wanted him to ease the ache any way he wanted.
He pulled back the covers and lay down, nestling against me. “Now we sleep, and when you’re ready, we’ll do more.” He kissed my hair and placed his arm across me.
I didn’t understand. I thought that’s what we were doing? “I’m ready now. I thought we’d-”
“We’re both stressed, we’ve both got too much on our minds, and you couldn’t even touch me in there. Your head isn’t in it, and I highly doubt that your heart is.”
“But I did feel it, I do want it.” I hadn’t ever been so exposed or vulnerable, and now he would deprive me?
“Well, then maybe your head is too into it, too crammed full of things to know what you’re doing. I need you aware. I need your touch, too. I don’t want it half way.” He squeezed me tight and kissed me.
“I care too much for you to let that be how it goes down. Besides, Luna, it’s not fair to you. I could be going away. If I do, I might not come back, and you’d be long moved on. You should give it to someone you love, not someone you’re stuck with.”
Humiliation cut like a knife. I had turned him off. “Sorry you feel that way. I guess you’re right: I should save it for someone who loves me.” I turned away, done with the idea. I’d be damned if I begged my own husband to deflower me.