Chapter Fifteen
Jonathan
Dinner is an exercise in restraint. I’d barely gotten myself under control by the time we got to a little eatery in the neighborhood near my apartment. With the way Gabby moans and groans about her food, it takes everything in me to keep from ravishing her on the table.
The restaurant is small and unassuming, but the food is delicious. As a bonus, most of their menu lines up with my starvation diet for all my publicity photos, and I have a steak salad with balsamic dressing on the side. Gabby splurges on their four cheese mac and cheese with truffle oil.
And she insists on having dessert, the little temptress. A chocolate volcano cake with vanilla ice cream and caramel sauce. I have a few bites, but with the way Gabby moans about her dessert, I’m ready to leave. Now.
That hotel idea is getting more and more appealing. So I decide that’s what’s happening tonight. I’m hanging onto my control by a fraying thread as it is.
Stretching one hand across the table, I reach for the spoon that Gabby’s licking, making sure she’s not leaving a drop of caramel sauce anywhere. She hands it over with a smirk. “Having more? I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist.”
I make a noncommittal hum, but scoop up a small bite. It is delicious. But it’s not the dessert I want the most.
With my eyes on the mound of decadence in front of me, I throw out my plan. “There’s a little boutique hotel not far from here. I thought we could get a room tonight.”
Gabby sucks in a breath, and I look up to see her widened eyes. But her surprise doesn’t hold back the smile spreading over her face.
“Oh? Is that so?” She props her chin on her hand like she needs to think it over.
I give her a wicked grin. “Yes. For some reason, I doubt I’ll get any objections from you.”
She taps her lips with her finger. “What if I wanted to have a girls’ night in with my big sister?”
She can’t hold back her laugh when I growl in response.
Her eyes dance with mischief, but her smile is sincere. “No? You don’t like that idea? What if this hotel doesn’t have an open room?”
“I’m sure they will. And if not, we’ll find somewhere else. I’d stay in a Motel 6 if it meant I got to spend the night alone with you.”
She lets out another ringing laugh, her happiness undisguised by her teasing. “A Motel 6, huh? I think I like the sound of the boutique hotel better.”
I nod, scooping up another bite of the dessert. She smirks again, until I hold the spoon in front of her lips. “Let’s hurry up and finish this dessert”—her pink lips open to accept the morsel, and I slide the spoon inside—“so we can get out of here.”
Swallowing quickly, she meets my eyes, the mischief gone from hers, replaced by desire. “I’m done. Let’s go.”
With a quick laugh, I stand and take out enough cash to cover our meal and a good tip. I drop it in the middle of the table and reach for Gabby, leading her out of the restaurant. If she’s ready to go, then I’m not going to wait for the check. I was ready to find a hotel room before we even got here.
The drive to the hotel is quiet, her hands wrapped around my right arm above where my hand rests on her leg.
Despite Gabby’s prediction that they might not have a room, they have a honeymoon suite. The lobby’s almost empty, so we get checked in right away. And since we have no luggage, it’s even easier. In the elevator on the way up to our room, I keep my arm wrapped around Gabby, unwilling to relinquish my hold on her for even a second.
Once inside the room, she drifts all the way in, tugging me after her by our entwined fingers, taking in the bed with its fluffy white comforter and pile of pillows, the overstuffed couch across from a flat screen TV mounted on the wall, a sleek, black coffee table between them. Two armchairs sit off to one side, and a table is pushed against the wall next to the TV.
After she’s taken it all in, she turns to face me, reeling me in, gripping my shirt with her free hand to pull me close. I bend to kiss her, but don’t deepen it. Not yet.
The way she teased me in the restaurant makes me want to tease her, so I refuse to open when she traces my lips with her tongue. Instead, I wrap an arm behind her and bend her back, kissing my way down her neck, giving her little bites along the tendon there the way I know she loves. Goosebumps ripple from her jaw to her shoulder, and I smile at the sight, loving how responsive she is.
She doesn’t resist as I maneuver her toward the bed, falling back softly, guided by my hands. I continue where I left off, sucking on her earlobe, kissing down her neck, biting her shoulder, moving down to her breasts. Pushing the fabric of her tank top up and out of my way, I use my teeth to pull the cup of her little lacy bra to the side so I can circle her hardened nipple with my tongue.
When her hands find their way to the back of my head, pulling me harder to her breast, trying to stuff her nipple in my mouth, I pull back. Letting out a low chuckle, I untangle her arms from my head, lacing our fingers together and holding her hands down on the bed. Since I’m no longer keeping her shirt out of the way, it comes back down a little, framing her nipple in fabric. I stop and admire the effect for a second, letting out another chuckle when she writhes and whimpers, displeased that I’m holding her down but not doing anything to her.
I blow lightly across the hard, wet nipple. Then circle it with my tongue a few more times before giving her what she wants. Locking my lips around it, I give a hard pull, sinking the edge of my teeth in ever so gently while I scrub over the tip with my tongue. She moans and presses into me.
After spending several minutes lavishing that breast with attention—licking, sucking, nibbling—I move to the other side, again tugging the fabric aside with my teeth. My hands are still occupied with hers, and I’m unwilling to give up that connection, not even to undress her. Not yet. Soon.
She’s panting and groaning by the time I’m ready to move on. Releasing her hands, I push her top up again. “Sit up a little so I can get this off.”
Her fingers wrap around the hem of her shirt, and she rips it off before I can. Her bra follows in short order, and I give her a stern look. “I was going to do that.”
She smiles, unrepentant. “You can take off my shorts,” she offers.
Shaking my head, I can’t quite suppress my smile. “Oh, well thank you. You’re too kind.”
She levels a look at me, her hair tumbling around her shoulders, and I almost miss what she’s saying, so caught up in how sexy she looks. “I thought you were in a hurry. And now you’re stalling.”
With a wolfish grin, I pop the button on her shorts and pull down the zipper. “But now we have all night. There’s no reason to rush.”
She flops back on the bed, lifting her hips so I can finish undressing her. “It’s that kind of night, is it?”
With a laugh, I get on the floor at the foot of the bed, yanking her toward me with my hands behind her knees. “And what kind of night is that?”
“The kind where you tease me forever before you let me come.”
I hum in agreement, looking her over, open and waiting, wet and wanting, all for me. Before I answer, I give her a long slow lick, probing all her sensitive places with my tongue. “You started it.”
“What? What are—“
But her protest is interrupted by another swipe of my tongue, this one faster and harder. “At the restaurant.” Another lick. “You were teasing me.” Circle around her clit with the tip of my tongue. “So now I’m teasing you.”
She groans, but it turns into a moan when I slip two fingers inside her.
“It’s not fair,” she gets out between gasps and pleas.
“What’s not fair?” Her hips squirm when I speak against her sensitive skin.
She lets out another groan. “I’m naked, and you haven’t even taken off your shirt.”
At that, I move so I can look up her body, but my fingers continue their slow movements inside her, rubbing her, and my thumb circles her clit since my mouth is busy talking. “You’re upset I’m still fully clothed?”
Her hips move again, pushing against my hand, seeking more stimulation. She props her elbows under her so she can look at me and lifts her head. Her eyes are slits. I’m not entirely sure if it’s because she’s so far gone that she can’t manage to open them more or if it’s a sign of her annoyance. But when I give her more friction, I answer my own question. Her eyes close all the way, and her head drops back between her shoulders. “Oh my God.”
“You prefer me to savor you half naked?”
“Yes. God. Don’t stop, though.”
I chuckle at that. “I have to stop if I’m going to take off my shirt.”
She drops back on the bed, one arm thrown over her face. “Fine. Hurry up. Then either fuck me or make me come on your face. I don’t care. But stop teasing me like this.”
That provokes another dark chuckle from me as I reach behind my head to yank off my shirt, only taking my hand away for a second to pull my arm out of it. My fingers slide back inside her seconds later, but the way she sighs and pushes up to meet me makes it seem like I’ve left her hanging for hours.
It actually hasn’t been very long since I started playing with her. But she was obviously as turned on as I was when we started. I’ve gotten her close at least twice already. I should give her what she wants. Which is also what I want. I can play more later. We have all night, after all.
“Please please please,” she chants as my tongue finds her clit again, circling, ramping her slowly. But I don’t stop this time. Sucking her clit and pumping my hand inside her, I get her close, hold her there for a few seconds, and then I send her flying.
“Oh my God!” she shouts, her body jerking and twitching with the force of her orgasm. I love how vocal she is. I love everything about her.
I stay with her through her aftershocks. The downside of still having my pants on and not being ready to go is that I can’t sink inside her while she’s still coming. I love doing that, too. But this’ll be just as fun.
Standing, I strip off my pants and boxers, snag the condom from my wallet, and roll it on.
Gabby surveys me through heavy-lidded eyes, her body limp and sated. I lean over and kiss her, loving the way she opens for me, even with the taste of her fresh on my mouth. It’s so fucking hot.
Pulling back, I tug her down the bed a little farther and flip her over. I lean over the bed and grab one of the pillows, slipping it under her hips. She lets me, still limp and compliant. But her head is turned to the side and she watches me over her shoulder.
I run my hands down her back, over her ass, massaging, then I line myself up, notching the head of my dick against her dripping opening. Leaning over her back, I nip at her shoulder as I sink inside. “I want to feel you come again.”
She moans. “I don’t know if I can again so soon.”
But her breath hitches as I pump into her. A smile spreads across my face. “Sure you can. And we both know that this is the best way to get you there.”
“Oh my God,” she says already, and I know I’ve found the perfect angle for her. She always thinks she won’t be able to come again, and she almost always does. Especially when I take her from behind. She’s already so sensitive from my fingers massaging her inside, that when I hit the right spot, it takes almost no time to get her to the edge again.
Going slow, I let everything build. Until I can’t anymore. I want us to finish together this time.
I fit my hand between her hip and the pillow, sliding down until my fingers reach her clit. Strumming it, I pick up the pace, snapping my hips into her. I’m not going to last long. But she’s panting and chanting “oh God oh God oh God,” and I know she’s close too.
“Come on, Gabby. Let me feel you. Come with me. Now.” I press down on her clit at the same time I push deep inside her, and that’s all it takes. She detonates for me, her muscles clamping down on me, triggering my orgasm right along with hers. Heat zips down my spine, and I unload everything inside her, pumping my hips a few more times to make it last as long as I can. My knees go weak, but I catch myself on my elbows on the bed, pressing kisses to the nape of her neck and the tendon that runs down to her shoulder.
She shivers against me, clenching down on me again, making me groan. I pull out, pressing one more kiss between her shoulder blades. “Be right back.”
After tossing the condom and cleaning up in the bathroom, I come back in the bedroom to find her curled into bed, the covers pulled back behind her. With a contented sigh, I climb in behind her, pull the comforter over us both, and pull her body into mine.
This is what I’ve been craving since she got here. Uninterrupted and unlimited time together. To explore. To cuddle. To love.
She snuggles back into me, her hand sliding up my arm that’s wrapped around her. “I’m so glad I get to stay.”
“Me too.”