Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 138522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Gabe guides me toward the house and we walk up the steps. The minute we’re at the door, he pulls me in front of him, his body encasing mine, his lips at my ear, a warm breath, a warm promise of pleasure tickling my ear and my neck. My nipples tighten, my breasts ache for his touch. My sex is a tight knot, thighs already slick with the certainty that he will soon be there where I need him, between my legs.
He unlocks the door, shoves it open, and together we walk inside. He flips on the light and when I would turn to face him, he holds me where I’m at, kicking the door shut. Dexter barks, but the garden room door is shut. Gabe calls out to him, “It’s us, Dexter. Chew your bone.” He nuzzles my neck. “I’m going to owe him a steak or something for not saying hello.”
I laugh at the way this man says things that make you laugh in the most intense moments. “Yes,” I agree. “Or maybe a pizza.”
He doesn’t laugh. He pulls my coat off and tosses it and his hoodie hits the floor right after mine. I’d laugh at the way he’s just tossed them, but now I’m the one who can’t laugh when perhaps I would at another time. Because he’s touching me again. He presses his hand on my belly and nuzzles my neck again. “We aren’t making it to the shower.” He steps into me, his thick erection nuzzling my backside. His hand caresses up my waist, and over my breasts where he squeezes. I lean back into him, moaning softly with the pinch of my nipple.
“That’s what I wanted,” he confesses, his breath tickling my neck again, and I don’t know if he means the moan or the way I’m now leaning fully against him. The way my entire body is against his. The way, I realize, I’m trusting him to hold me up. To protect me from a fall even as he takes me to the most vulnerable place ever. That place where you give up everything you are to pleasure, to the person who is giving it to you and that you want to give it to.
“Definitely not making it to the shower,” he says, and suddenly he’s pulling my T-shirt over my head, tossing it as he did my coat. My bra is gone before I even register where my shirt has fallen. His hands are on my breasts, his eyes raking over my nipples before they meet my stare.
“I’m going to lick you, fuck you, and repeat, and then we’ll shower.”
“I think we should shower first.”
“No, Abbie. We’re not showering first.” He turns me to face the door, and presses my hands to the hard wooden surface, his body framing mine as he says, “How many orgasms will it take for you to trust me?”
“Orgasms do not equal trust.”
“They do if they come after I’ve pushed your limits after you’ve freely let me push your limits.”
Chapter thirty-seven
Gabe
The sweet scent of some kind of flower, rose, I think, tickles my nose right along with a soft strand of Abbie’s red hair. I step into her, my hips cradling her hips, her hands still pressed to the wooden surface of the door. She is tiny and soft, and yet fierce and strong in ways that I think her past has made her question. I want to make her feel strong again. I want her to feel empowered. I want to show her how much her pleasure matters.
My hands settle on her waist and I lean in, inhaling that floral scent she’s wearing that’s becoming so damn familiar to me, and I swear my cock thickens just from drawing it in. I want that scent on my skin. I want her naked and spread wide on top of me, riding me. Moaning for me. Impatience burns inside me. I could strip her now. Fuck her here. Take her and then do it again, nice and slow, and then make it up to her with my tongue. But that’s what I need. It’s not what she needs and if she were any other woman, I’d consider my way over her way.
I caress a path up her waist, and then gently tease her nipples with the lightest touch of my fingers. She moans and arches into my hands. I cup her breasts, squeezing them even as I pull her back against me, my thumbs flicking her nipples. “I want everything,” I whisper, turning her to face me and pressing her against the door, my gaze raking over her high, full breasts before lifting. “Can I have it?”
“Define everything?”
I reach down and stroke her nipples. “Everything. No limits.”
Her hands flatten on my chest. “I have limits.”
I cover her hands with mine. “See that’s the thing, Abbie. I have limits, too. So many fucking limits, that until you, I didn’t know just how many. And I keep breaking them with you. So, break a few of yours with me. Trust me.” I cup her face. “Trust me.”