He touched her again, stroking gently between her lower lips until she opened for him, soft and wet.
“God, I want to fuck you so bad, baby.” He breathed the words into her ear as he caressed her, shifting his hand to slip his fingers inside her. “Just like this. I’d slide into you from behind, and—”
He broke off and pressed his face into the nape of her neck when she bit back a moan. As much as he was doing this to tease her and bring her greater pleasure, he was teasing himself too.
“What else?” she asked, her voice raspy with desire. “What else would you do to me?”
He let out a shuddering breath. This was torture of the most exquisite sort.
“I’d slide into you and you’d take every inch,” he went on, moving his wet fingers to her clit and circling it as he spoke. “I’d start off slow, but then we’d go faster. You like it hard, don’t you, babe?”
“Yes.” Her reply was barely audible amid her harsh gasps as he matched the speed of his touch to the images he was spinning. She was close, so he shifted his fingers down again, pressing two into her pussy. He thrust them back and forth, mimicking what he wanted to do with his cock. Her hips bucked, and when she let out a series of soft whimpers, he captured her mouth with his in a kiss before bringing his fingers back to her clit.
She shook beneath his touch, moaning quietly into his mouth.
And Gabe knew he’d held back when Michelle asked what else he would do with her. He wanted to do more than just fuck her. He wanted to hold her like this while she came around his cock, swallowing her gasps of ecstasy.
He wanted to cuddle with her through the night and wake up with her every morning.
A few days and nights weren’t enough. One weekend of pretending wasn’t enough. He wanted more with her. More time, more... everything.
And it scared the shit out of him.
He didn’t belong here. He’d thrived in Los Angeles. He’d grown into a person he liked and respected. He couldn’t throw all that away and come back to who he used to be.
Not even for Michelle.
She sagged against him, panting. “I think I’m ready to sleep now,” she mumbled, and Gabe stifled a chuckle.
“Glad to be of assistance.”
“What about you?” She cupped his cock through his shorts, but he gently moved her hand away. All the scary thoughts were bringing him down, and he truly didn’t want to get caught having sex by her parents.
“I’m good, babe. Just let me hold you, okay? That’s all I want.”
But instead of spooning her this time, he wrapped himself up in her, tangling their limbs. For this one night, at least, he didn’t have to let her go.
DESPITE BEING Aheavy sleeper, Gabe woke periodically throughout the night to check if Michelle was still there.
She was.
By morning, he was attuned to her, and he stirred when he felt her getting out of bed. He pulled her in for a hug, breathing in her woodsy, cinnamon scent. She gave him a kiss on his forehead, then slipped away. He drifted off again and slept deeply.
When Gabe woke up for real, he was groggy, and Jezebel was curled up where Michelle had been. The cat raised her head, peering at him with big yellow eyes, before slinking over and headbutting his cheek.
Who was he to ignore an invitation like that?
After petting Jezebel for a few minutes, Gabe threw on some sweatpants and stumbled downstairs to brew coffee, only to be drawn up short at the sight of Michelle’s dad using the espresso machine.
Dominic gave Gabe a sidelong look. “Looking for coffee?”
“Uh, yes, please. Thanks.”
Dominic poured a shot into a little cup and passed it to him. Gabe blew on it quickly and took a sip. He preferred to add a lot of milk, but he needed to wake up. Fast.
“Never thought I’d see you around here again,” Dominic said conversationally as he fixed his own cup.
“I never thought I’d be back,” Gabe answered honestly, then drank some more. His brain clearly wasn’t functioning at full power yet.
