“Cat got your tongue?” The words were teasing, but her smile was wicked, like she knew exactly what this outfit was doing to him.
“Did you buy this yesterday?” he asked, becauselet me worship youseemed like too much. During their shopping expedition, she’d ducked away while he was trying on pants, claiming she needed to go to the bathroom. She’d been gone a long time and it would’ve been rude to comment on it, so he hadn’t.
“I did.” Michelle strolled into the room slowly, wearing black high heels that she absolutely hadn’t been wearing at the party. “Do you believe me now when I say I don’t want you to get your own room?”
“I’m having trouble believing any of this.” Gabe closed the distance between them and reached for her hips, but at the last second he paused, not touching her. Instead, he hovered over her lush curves, his fingers nearly trembling with anticipation.
“You can touch me,” she whispered. “I want you to.”
Slowly, with reverence for the gift he was being given, Gabe rested his hands on her waist and looked his fill. The lacy bits were sheer, and he could see the outline of her dusky nipples and the shadow of neatly trimmed hair at the apex of her thighs. He skimmed his hands over her hips, letting his thumbs tug lightly on the satiny elastic straps, before he spun her around to get a view of her from behind.
Holy fuck.
The lacy panties were a thong, with a tiny triangle of black lace right at the top and straps outlining her fantastic ass.
With a strangled laugh, he slid his hands around her waist and dropped his head onto her shoulder, speaking into her neck.
“What’s all this for, Mich? I love it, but don’t think you need to do all this for me.”
He almost added,I love you in anything or nothing at all, but held his tongue.
She lifted a hand and stroked his cheek. “Like I said earlier, I have big plans for you tonight... if you’re up for it, that is.”
“Oh, I amupfor anything.” He shifted his hips, letting her feel his erection against her ass.
She gave a little laugh, but he detected nerves. “I was hoping we could play out a fantasy of mine.”
“Tell me your fantasy, Mich,” he murmured, pressing kisses to her neck. Whatever it was, he’d do it. He’d do anything for her.
“Well, I don’t usually orgasm with other people.”
Confused, Gabe lifted his head and turned her to face him. “What do you mean? I’ve seen you do it.”
“Yeah, well... it’s different with you.” She worried the corner of her lip, and her gaze bounced around the room, not meeting his. “Usually I don’t bother to try. It takes too long—”
“No, it doesn’t.” He cupped her face and waited until she looked at him, instead of at the watercolor landscape over his shoulder, before he went on.
“However long it takes, your pleasure is worth it. Anyone who’s made you feel like it wasn’t...” He worked to get the anger out of his voice, because he wasn’t angry ather. “I’m just sorry anyone ever made you feel that way.”
Her lashes fluttered, like she couldn’t hold his gaze any longer. “I’m not sure why, but I prefer to do it alone. Probably to avoid emotional intimacy or whatever.”
“Why now?” he asked, when he really wanted to say,Why me?
She shrugged. “I didn’t feel comfortable doing all this in my parents’ house, and we should make the most of this room. Plus, you’re, like, really good at it, and I... trust you.”
Her trust overwhelmed him. It was more than he deserved. He placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed her forehead. “Thank you.”
She shifted restlessly. “Anyway, my fantasy is to come. A lot. By someone else’s hand. Or... parts.”
“Challenge accepted. And, Mich?”
“Yeah?”
Her tone was apprehensive, like she expected him to turn her down, so he slipped his arms around her and tried to let all the desire and love he felt for her show in his eyes, in his voice. “If I come—and I might, because seeing you in ecstasy brings me pleasure too—it doesn’t mean the night is over. We’ll go for as long as you want. Okay?”
She gave him a small smile that wasn’t anything like her usual smirks or flirtatious grins. This one was real and a little nervous. “Thanks.”
WHENMICHELLE HADconceived of this plan in the Macy’s menswear department, she hadn’t doubted Gabe would be on board. Sex was the easy part with him—it was everything else that was complicated.
