I couldn’t finish my words as his mouth was back, teasing mine as his hand went lower, leaving me tugging to get free, but loving the lack of control. I decided that control was overrated as I realized he had me exactly where I wanted to be.
My body trembled at the thoughts of what could happen. I’d believed I was fairly competent when it came to men, but nope. I clearly didn’t know shit about what a man could do to a woman.
My breath left me as his hand went lower. I involuntarily pushed against him, like a primal response while I pulled my hands again, but no, he didn’t release me. Instead, his lips kissed my neck, sliding downward. I thought I was going to jump to the ceiling as his tongue glided across my collarbone.
“Gabe, please.” I barely recognized my own voice. “Please.”
His voice was muffled as he kissed me. “I knew you’d beg.”
“I am. I’m begging.”
With that, he let my hands go, and my fingers clawed at his back, causing him to curse into my open mouth, the filthy words sending a shudder down my spine. My hands found their way around to the picture-perfect abs that were him as he let out a low groan.
My eyes opened enough to get a glimpse of the dark living room with shadows from the moonlight streaming through the window.
My stomach fell when he unclasped my bra, and it slid down my arms. Our eyes connected as he dropped it on the floor before he kissed my cheek. His eyes traveled over me while I tried to control my breathing.
I grabbed him and relished the feeling of my bare chest against his. The heat and closeness were almost torturous, fueling the blaze between us. He lips devoured mine before moving south. The heat of his breath as he spoke sent tingles throughout me. “All I’ve thought about today was getting you right here. That hot body shaking at the thought of what I’m going to do to you.”
I gulped air while my tummy swirled like an out-of-control boat crashing in the waves at sea.
He pushed me gently, and before I knew it, I was sitting on the stairs as his mouth licked and moved down me.
“How the memory of your wet body, right here for me to do with as I please, will torture me every time I walk these stairs.” My panties slid down my legs, and my vision tunneled while he moved lower. I swore I would not survive this man.
A short time later, we attempted to walk up the stairs while he carried me in his muscly arms, and I kissed his neck. This resulted in my head hitting the wall, and the sound of hockey medals hitting the wooden stairs below us echoed while laughter between kisses bounced off the ceiling above us.
By the time we found his room, my legs were wrapped around his waist, and we fell on the bed in a heap. His fingers burrowed through my hair as those lips found my neck. My hands wandered, acquainting myself with him, as I traced his every muscle with my fingers. His kisses lingered slowly down my neck before he nipped and grazed my shoulders with his teeth, sending a jolt of pure electricity down to my toes.
He kissed my tattoo while moving, and my hands ran through his hair as he had every cell in my body stood at attention. His mouth found its way back to mine as if we both needed to have the connection. The kiss was slow and soft, as if taking me all in while feeding the raging inferno inside of me.
My breath caught as it was raw and real, and my mind was swimming. I was burning from the closeness. He pulled back and watched me as his hand slid lower. I went to kiss him again, but he shook his head.
“Look at me.”
He was in control, and I’d have it no other way. I stared into his emerald eyes as his hands worked their magic. I wanted him to see me, and all he was doing to me, as I shattered once again.
I was shaking and unable to wait another second. “I need you.”
His weight settled on me as he licked my jaw. My back arched as we connected and moved together. My name mingled with his swearing, and I’d never felt so desired in my life.
I trembled, my heart beating against my chest, as he stole my breath away. In a swift move, he pulled me on top of him. His fingers dug into my hips as he moved me.
“You’re not done, not yet.” Every muscle in his body was tight. “This is a weekend thing so I need to see you getting yours as much as I can because it’s so hot.” His hands went to my neck, and he pulled my face to his. “And I want the image of me, and what I’m doing to you to be tattooed in your mind forever.”
If that was his mission, it was done. I knew I’d never be with another without seeing the intensity in his eyes while he ran my body as if he owned it.
I lay wrapped in his arms when the sun peeked over the horizon for the second morning in a row. I felt rested and frickin’ fantastic although sleep hadn’t really happened. Every hour or two, we ended up all wrapped together yet again.
I touched my lips which were a little swollen and wondered if there was a way to keep the bridal party away. To have this special cabin and man all to myself a little longer.
I quietly got out of bed and took a shower without the dopy smile on my face leaving for even a second. I pulled on his robe, and it felt like it was a hug. (I know, pukey.)
Everything from his kisses, taste, and the way he worshipped me when we were together, was now part of my DNA. I wasn’t sure how I would walk away after the weekend, but I pushed the thought out my ear and worked on the natural look with my make-up that took twenty minutes.
As I finished with my blush, the door of the bathroom flew open and there Gabe stood, wearing nothing. His thick hair was everywhere, and his eyes were heavy.
“Good morning.” I took a step toward him.
