I unwrap my legs from his waist and slide, slowly, down the length of his body until I’m standing. He follows instinctively curving his body toward mine and I move away. His hands have my hips in an immovable grip as though he’s afraid I’ll somehow slip out of his grasp.
But he doesn’t have to worry.
I’m not going anywhere.
Gabriel
I blame it on her goofy-cute smile and the way she melted for my dog. It’s also her laugh and the way it makes her eyes practically sparkle, and maybe it’s the moonlight. For well over an hour, I watched as she licked sauce off her fingers or sucked down her drink. She would find every excuse to lean into me, to touch my shoulder, the back of my hand, or press a kiss to my lips, leaving behind the sugar-sweet scent of her perfume in her wake.
I knew the attraction between us was insane, but I didn’t know for sure until we connected over dinner that I truly liked her. I enjoy the passionate enthusiasm she has for everything around her and her fierce devotion to her family. In such a short time, I’d grown to care about this girl that fate had thrown into my lap. Even if we had to go our separate ways, I knew that I had to kiss her just once more. Inviting her into the pool was a spur of the moment decision and skinny-dipping a challenge, one that she accepted with flying colors.
The slick press of her skin and her short little pants and whimpers of pleasure will haunt me for a lifetime. She tastes sweet and salty, and I can’t stop kissing her, tasting her everywhere I can reach. When she untangles her legs to pay my body the same attention, my stomach contracts in pleasure. Her hands slide down my chest and her nails rake my abs. My breath catches in my throat when her hand clasps around me and strokes between us. My head drops to her shoulder and I bite the skin there as my hips thrust into her palm.
My hands move to cup her jaw and I look into her eyes. “I want you, Chloe. Now.”
She squeezes around me, pumping once, slowly. Torturously. “Yes,” is all she says.
And that’s all I need.
I put my hands on her waist and lift her to the side of the pool. As much as I enjoy her hands on me, I’ve been waiting an eternity to taste her. I push her back until she’s reclining on the material of her dress, watching me with heavily lidded eyes and sucking on her lower lip until its red and glistening.
I groan at the sight and slide my hands up the long length of her legs. She shivers and my lips curve up in a smile. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to take the time to enjoy sex. Watching her little responses to my every touch is a hell of a turn on. My fingers tease at the sensitive skin on the back of her knees and then scrape a line down her inner thighs. Her breathing shallows the closer I get and so does mine.
Her panties are practically see-through by this point. The shadow of her pussy and the small strip of hair are unmistakable. I trace the line with the soft touch of my finger from top to bottom. Her hips follow the movement and a hopeless mewl comes from her throat. With one hand, I pull her panties to the side and use the thumb of another to start a gentle rhythm against her clit. I watch as her eyes slowly drift closed and then I lean down and press my mouth right to that spot.
Her body tightens beneath me as one hand comes up and cups the back of my head. She murmurs encouragements, pleads to deities and a string of obscenities, but I don’t stop. The smell of her on my fingers doesn’t even compare to how good she tastes. My fingers tweak her nipples while I taste the sharp tang of her arousal. I’m mindless with it.
Her pleas devolve into babbling. I watch as her eyes flash open and she pushes up a bit to watch me work her. The sight of me between her legs drives her body wild. Her feet find purchase on the lower ledge of the pool and she uses that to add weight behind her thrusts, meeting me in an imitation of sex as my tongue spears into her.
Her breath comes out in short sobs. Her legs wrap around my head, her feet digging into my back. I release her hair as she melts. Her chest heaves and her entire body seizes. I watch as she stutters through her orgasm, a blush blooming over her chest and cheeks and then her body goes completely limp.
It was worth the wait.
Chapter Nine
Chloe
It takes a few more moments before my hearing returns. Then I remember that I have eyes that do a beautiful thing called seeing, so I open them for a test drive to see if they’re still working. The first thing I see is Gabriel pressing kisses against my stomach and thighs that are still trembling from the most intense orgasm of my life.
“Baby,” he whispers, running a thumb along my lip. I realize that’s the first time he’s called me a name other than princess. The thought makes me smile. “You okay?”
I make a sound that doesn’t seem intelligible to me, but he apparently understands.
He grips me by the waist and helps me sit up and slide back into the pool. My head lolls against his shoulder, and for a moment, I’m content to just feel him against me and soothe me back down.
Gabriel lets me relax against him as feeling returns to my limbs and the slight ringing fades from my ears. As the numbness slowly dissipates, I become aware of his rock hard body against my own. Instantly, the insatiable need he has stoked inside of me returns, making me stir against him.
He has me pinned again against the wall with my arms wrapped around his shoulders. If I weren’t on fire with the need to have him inside me, I would have been satisfied just to rest there for a year or two—it is that comfortable. I use my grip on his neck to bring his mouth to mine.
And I swear this man can kiss. It’s almost mindless the way his lips and tongue conquer my mouth. He has this way of enveloping me with his body and making me feel powerful and vulnerable all at once. And it occurs to me that this feeling is a lot like love.
The need to get ever closer consumes me until I crawl up his body, forgetting that I’m still wearing panties. Gabriel reaches down and with a sharp tug, divests me of that barrier. His hands go around me and he undoes the bra clasp. I tug it off my arms and toss it behind me. His cock rubs against my sensitized clit with gentle thrusts from his hips. Each time the tip brushes against me, a little sound erupts from my chest.
I lean backwards against the pool’s side, his arms cradling me against the abrasive concrete. The angle shifts and he hunkers down around me, his eyes blazing. He continues the gentle back and forth, his cock cradled between the lips of my pussy and pressed against my clit in a way that makes me see stars.
But this time, I need more. I disengage, angling my hips so that his next thrust presses against my entrance. His shoulders lock under my hands and I suck in a deep breath.
“God, that feels so good,” I breathe.
“So good,” he agrees.
His face distorts and I peer up at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Condom,” he chokes out. “I’m clean, regular checks.”
“Me, too.”
“I need to have you on a bed. My bed.”
My body wants him anywhere I can have him, but I agree. He lifts me from the pool. Mindlessly, I follow him back up to the house, through the kitchen where the scent of our meal still lingers and then, finally, into a darkened bedroom.
I’m covered in gooseflesh from the cool air and when he turns to lay his hands on my shoulders, I shiver. We both climb on the bed and I curl up to him as he wraps the covers around us both.
“We don’t have to do this right away,” he mumbles into my hair. “If it’s too soon, we can wait.”
“You would wait?’
“Not happily, but I would.”
“That’s sweet.” I nip at his lips. “But completely unnecessary.”
And then I dive under the covers.
Gabriel
She licks down the skin of my abdomen, pausing to bite my hip. My hands clutch by my sides so that I don’t grip her hair to move her mouth exactly where I want it. When she nuzzles my groin, her cheek brushing against my cock, I tug on the covers, pulling them up so I can watch her work between my legs. The s
ight is almost more than I can handle.
Her dark hair is falling around her naked shoulders. She needs to be naked like this all day every day. As wet heat surrounds the head of my cock, I make a promise to myself that I will do everything in my power to convince this woman never to leave.
“Yes…”
Her eyes peer up and I’m entranced by the glide of her mouth over me. She grips the base and my hands lift to guide her head. Not with force, more as an encouragement because, honestly, there is nothing she could possibly do to drive me even more out of my mind.
As she catches a rhythm, I lift my hips to match her movements. The gentle flicks of her tongue and the soft suction of her lips increase and her eyes flutter closed. Her obvious enjoyment turns me on just as much as the erotic sounds coming from her chest. My abdomen tightens and I thrust one, two, three times before I pull back. It feels too good.
“Stop, stop, stop.”
Her mouth slicks up one more time and releases with a pop. She smiles and leans over me, her body now warm and pliant against mine. I capture her lips with mine and grab her generous ass, molding and shaping it at my whim. She rubs up against me like a cat and takes my earlobe between her teeth. Heat streaks through me and I fumble with my side table for a condom.
My breath stutters through my lips and I fumble putting it on. Her fingers reach back and take my length in her hands. She arches up, breasts tipped in a rosy pink so delectable that I take one into my mouth for a taste, just as she lowers herself down onto my length. We groan in unison and she arches her back, her hands coming to my shoulders to balance her weight.
Her hair falls in a cascade around me as she looks down to watch her pussy taking me. The tight grip of her velvet heat is so much better than I’d imagined. She bottoms out, her ass resting on my legs and I’m seated deep inside her. Her tongue comes out to lick a line around her lips and I want to taste that, too. I capture her mouth with mine and use my hands to lift her hips.
“I’ve never,” she mumbles against my lips, her breath coming in sobs. “God, it’s never felt so good.”
I raise my hips to meet her thrusts, but can’t get the friction I want from this position. I tap her on the hips and she shifts reluctantly. I guide her down onto her back so I can watch her face. It’s never been a big thing of mine, really, to watch a woman getting off. But after seeing her face this morning, the only thing I could think about all day was doing it again.
She wraps her arms and legs around me and pulls me close. I drop my head to engage her in another kiss as I wedge myself between her legs. I tease her with a drag of my cock against her soft folds and she squirms against me.
“Don’t be an asshole, Gabe. Fuck me.”
I laugh darkly and then thrust into her. She bares her throat to me and I latch onto her neck as I grind into her. She reaches a hand down to where we’re joined and my eyes follow the movement of her hand as she fingers my cock driving into her. I love that. She brings her fingers back up to squeeze and roll her nipples.
“That’s so fucking hot,” I growl. “So fucking sweet. I want to watch you.”
Her cheeks flush and she blinks up at me. For a moment, I think she’s going to balk and then she grasps my head in her hands and guides me down to her breasts that are shiny with her arousal. I tongue a nipple, tasting a combination of her and the salt of sweat.
I glide in and out of her, adjusting her legs so that they drape over the crook of my arms. I must hit some crazy good spot because her walls clamp down around me with each thrust and she goes statue-still. Noting her response, I shorten my thrusts until I’m working that spot with each movement. Her arms constrict around me and she alternatively pushes me and pulls me closer.
“Gabe, what are you do-ohmiGod. Gabriel, please.”
I nuzzle her throat and put my mouth to her ear. “I told you I was gonna make you scream.”
She glares at me around a moan and I resist the urge to smirk in response. It’s all bravado though because she’s so fuckin’ tight around me now that I’m about to come myself. I wedge a finger between us to flick against her now sensitive clit. It doesn’t take much for her to clamp around me with a keening wail. Her nails dig into my back and I work her through the aftershocks of her orgasm with soft, slow movements.
I almost consider working her over the edge again before the past twenty-four hours of foreplay grab me by the balls and I tumble right after her.
Chapter Ten
Chloe
He collapses on top of me and I accept his weight with welcome arms. His solid body feels unbelievably good to hold onto. It anchors me into the moment and I soak it all up like it’ll be our last. Our bodies are a slick mess and the scent of chlorine sticks to my skin. I rock my hips against his and he mumbles something against my shoulder.
“Wanna take a shower with me?”
He lifts up enough to peer at me contemplatively. “As long as you wash my back.”
I laugh. “Deal.”
We untangle ourselves from his sheets and stumble blindly into the bathroom. The water heats and then we shift under the spray, expressing twin moans of delight as the hot water beats down upon us. I gather his body wash and squeeze some on a loofah. As I scrub his back, I giggle at the fact that this badass man has a loofah in his shower. He can cook and he takes care of himself. The twinge between my legs reminds me that he can also take damn good care of me.
I trace the lines of his body absently as I consider that thought. We hadn’t talked about where the attraction between us was leading. Now that sex is off the table, what else is there left to say? I have a job, a life to get back to. He has his life here. Neither of us have mentioned anything long term and isn’t that the number one thing you don’t do with a man? Smother him?
Gabriel turns in my arms, but I’m not able to look him directly in the eye for fear that I’ll give my thoughts away. Even if this is just a one-time thing, it’s the best thing to happen to me in a long time. I don’t want to ruin it by forcing seriousness on the situation too early.
I busy myself with thoroughly washing his chest. I ditch the loofah to pay homage with my hands. There are some things that I just can’t resist, and a set of powerful shoulders and a non-manscaped chest are two of them. My fingers spread suds over his light dusting of hair and I play with the trail leading down to his cock. He makes a strangled sound in response and I grin inwardly.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” he asks.
“Hmm?”
“You’ve got that crease between your eyes. I’ve noticed it means you’re thinking hard about something. To be honest, it kind of pisses me off—if I had the energy to be pissed off that is.”
I smile up at him. “You’re always pissed off.”
He slaps my ass and I squeak. “I am not. I just have a low tolerance for bullshit. In any case, don’t try to distract me. The fact that you even have energy leftover tells me that maybe I didn’t do a good enough job. Do I need to give you something else to think about?”
His fingers glide up my thigh and he plunges two inside of me. I’m so sensitive that their soft intrusion has my vision flashing to white.
“Now I’ve got your attention,” he murmurs, slowly fingering me into complacency, “tell me what’s wrong?”
“N-nothing!” I gasp as his fingers surge inside of me.
It takes no time at all for my body to shake with an impending orgasm. I grip his shoulders and roll my hips in an effort to bring me to the edge.
But instead of going faster, harder, his fingers retreat and he touches my folds softly, delicately and asks me again, “What’s wrong? And don’t lie to me.”
“I was just thinking about how sad I’m going to be when I go home tomorrow.”
He cups my cheeks in his hands. “I’m going to miss you, too,” is all he says.
Then he pins me against the wall and there is something about being near helpless and vulnerable to him that makes me come harder than I ever have in
my life. It’s not until I’m near sleep twenty minutes later, wrapped up in his arms, that I realize he never gave me any assurances one way or the other.
*
The next morning, I wake to the sound of rain again, except this time when I open my eyes, there is no Gabriel with heated eyes to snuggle with. A little deflated, I hunt around the room but am unable to find any of my clothes. Instead, I shrug on one of Gabe’s t-shirts and make do with the comb in his bathroom.
I follow my nose to the scent of coffee and find him in the kitchen making breakfast. When he notices me in the doorway, he shoots me an encouraging smile and my heart takes that as a good sign.
I accept his proffered cup gratefully. “Thanks. A girl could get used to this kind of treatment, you know.”
He smiles. “Good timing, your food is ready. Have breakfast with me?”
“Sure. Do you know what time it is? My boat leaves at four.”
“It’s only ten. You have plenty of time.”
We take seats at the table, though unlike dinner the previous night, I’m not floating on too many Piña Coladas or the anticipation of a night of great sex. Instead, I’m faced with the chilling reality that maybe this is all there is.
In an effort to ignore my increasingly morose thoughts, I stuff my face with scrambled eggs and the most perfect bacon I’ve ever had in my life. He makes polite conversation, but I detect a thread of awkwardness and curse inwardly. So this is it. A semi-vacation that started out miserably, improved to phenomenal, and seems to be heading on a fast track to heartbreak.
I’m so engrossed in my own thoughts that it takes a while for me to notice an envelope sitting propped against the catchall bowl in the center of the table, an envelope that has my name on it in a thick scrawl.
Gabriel pauses his conversation when he notices where my attention has strayed. Instead of explaining, he just smiles.
I take the envelope with trembling fingers and open it. Inside, I find a round trip ticket dated next weekend. My heart stutters at my chest and I look up to find Gabriel by my side.
