I could only form a small whimper in reply.
The corner of his mouth turned up, and he offered me a wink.
“Stick with me, sweetheart. That’s just the tip of the iceberg of my dirty-talking repertoire.”
If only I could stick with you. And not just for your naughty, talented mouth.
But that wasn’t in the cards for us.
It didn’t mean I wasn’t going to enjoy the hell out of our last night together though.
****
Gabe
I really liked this woman.
Fucking Derrick was going to have a field day when he found out he was right. She was perfect for me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Gretchen
I shivered as Gabe openly leered at me, but I wasn’t sure if it was from my own desire or because I was chilly.
The weather in Massachusetts had started to warm up, but it hadn’t reachedrun around outside in your underweartemperatures. And I was standing in the garage in my bra, with the main door wide open.
While technically no one could see me, since we were in the third stall, all it would take for a neighbor to catch us would be for him or her to come around the corner.
Something I found thrillingly erotic.
My god, what has gotten into me?
I stared into the sexy-as-sin man’s cobalt-blue eyes and had to suppress a giggle when I concluded it wasn’twhat, butwhohad gotten into me.
He lowered his mouth to mine, and the only thing I could focus on was how soft his lips were, and how safe I felt when he pulled my body tight against his and wrapped me in his warmth.
As I basked in his embrace, it was all I could do to keep from sighing with contentment.
Instead, I settled for wantonly rubbing against him.
Purely to try and steal his body heat, not because I was slutty.
Although I had to admit, it was hard to argue how virtuous I was when I was half-naked from the waist up while making out in my garage with a man I met less than twenty-four hours ago.
But damn could this man kiss!
That was also on the list of the things I liked about him.
I shivered again and nestled closer to him, and this time, I knew it was from the cold. Gabe noticed because he rubbed his hands up and down my bare arms and whispered, “Let’s go inside, sweetheart.”
“Good idea.”
He swooped down and picked up my pullover, but instead of handing it to me, he draped it over his arm.
“You can have this back when I’m done with you.”
And….my toes just curled.
