“Nothing,” she said, her voice broken and breathy, but that wasn’t true. “Why does it feel like this?”
He cupped her cheeks and peered into her eyes. “Like what?”
“Like I’m going to fall apart if you don’t touch me?”
She hadn’t meant to say it, but nothing felt real right now. Why not say what she was thinking?
His lips parted but he didn’t answer. She didn’t feel like her usual flippant self. She felt as raw and needy as he’d sounded.
She cleared her throat. “Do you want to see the bedroom?”
His gaze heated as it swept up and down her body. “Yeah, I do.”
She took his hand and led him down the narrow hallway. The bedroom door was closed to keep out the dust from the bathroom renovation. She opened it and stepped inside.
As always, entering her room brought her a feeling of peace. It was small, with dark hardwood floors, and it didn’t receive a lot of natural sunlight. To brighten it up, she’d decorated with light colors and earth tones. The bedding was white with tan accents, and she’d covered the wall behind the bed with removable wallpaper that resembled a misty gray forest with skinny trees.
Gabe followed and closed the door behind him. He didn’t touch her, but the look on his face stole her breath.
“Gabriel,” she whispered.
“I’ve got you.” The words were almost lost, so quiet they were, and then, oh god, those wonderfully soft lips were moving over hers. He murmured her name between kisses, trailing his mouth down her throat as his fingers drew the fabric of her dress up over her thighs. She gasped at the feel of his hands on her bare legs. They were so hot, and with his PT expertise, he probably gaveamazingmassages.
Michelle was floating on a cloud of pleasure and anticipation when Gabe hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties and slid them down.
Bad enough that her parents’ home was full of memories of him. Now, every time she entered her bedroom, she would remember him here.
And she would cherish it.
Gabe wrapped one arm around her waist, supporting her. Then his big hand slipped between her legs and he stroked her folds gently, tenderly, with one finger.
Her back arched and she gasped at the touch, at the flash of sensation that shot through her body.
He held her like that, pressing hot, openmouthed kisses to her neck while he touched her. He didn’t penetrate, barely even touched her clit, but by the time he picked her up and laid her on the bed, she was panting his name, tugging at his shoulders, and begging him to touch herfor real.
He stretched out on the bed next to her and proceeded to seduce her into a state of utter bliss with slow, drugging kisses and a thorough exploration of her pussy with his fingers. He trailed his fingertips up and down her vulva, tickling thetrimmed hair, before slipping between to trace the full length of her slit. Whenever he found a particularly sensitive spot that made her hips jerk, he slowed down and explored it further. Only then did he dip a finger inside her, and only partway, until she was pleading for release.
Her toes curled and flexed as he patiently rubbed his wet fingers over her clit. Michelle often didn’t bother trying to come during sex—it took too long and it was easier if she did it herself using the collection of toys stashed in her closet. But Gabe didn’t seem to be in any hurry. And what he was doing felt so amazing, she wasn’t inclined to make him stop.
By the time he slid a second finger into her, she was wild with need. He had a huge dick, and while she hadn’t let him prepare her the first time—her own fault—she was ready now. She was so fucking ready for him to fill her with his cock and—
Gabe pressed her clit with his thumb and gave it a little nudge.
The orgasm blindsided her.
Michelle’s heels dug into the mattress and she cried out in ecstasy. Her back bowed and her hips bucked as ripples of sensation coursed through her body, going on and on as he pumped into her with his fingers and stroked her clitoris, giving her the best orgasm of her entire life.
When he’d finally wrung her dry, she fell back on the pillow, breathing hard.
She was never going to be the same after that. It was the kind of orgasm that changed someone forever.
Yesterday, when they’d fucked, she had fought against this level of intimacy with him. But it had been a futile effort. Everything about him demanded her attention, from his dazzling smile tothe way he touched her. Softly, languidly, but with single-minded focus. Even his kisses were unhurried, as if he had all day to make her come.
The man was making it very difficult for her to keep her feelings in check.
Gabe shifted away and slid her skirt back down over her thighs.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was thick and drowsy, her thoughts slow.
