Page 20 of DFF: Delicate Freakin’ Flower (Family Ties #5)

My fingers dug into her legs, anchoring her to me as her arms wound around my neck, pulling me closer and deeper. The world outside the cabin didn’t exist. Not the heat, not the danger. Not the raccoons or the bounty or the way we were both supposed to be keeping a low profile.

All I knew was her. And in that moment, I didn’t want anything else.

Gabby shifted slightly, and before I could react, her leg slid just enough that my hand slipped beneath the tiny strip of fabric that made up the leg of her shorts. I froze as my breath caught in my throat. My palm was suddenly filled with the soft curve of her ass, warm and smooth against my skin.

For a moment, I couldn't move. The shock of it lit up my nerves, and then my fingers twitched—just a reflex, but enough to make me realize something even more dangerous. The tips of them were barely brushing the edge of her pussy.

My pulse slammed in my ears. I hadn’t meant for it to happen, hadn’t planned it, but the sensation of that satin-soft skin beneath my fingertips made it impossible to think.

A groan rumbled low in my chest before I could stop it, swallowed between our mouths as I kissed Gabby harder, deeper—like I could drown in her and not care about the consequences.

My hand stayed where it was, neither pressing further nor pulling back. I was caught in that electric space between restraint and want, and every inch of her under my touch just made it harder to remember which side I was supposed to land on.

Gabby moaned into my mouth, and it did something to me—something wild and electric.

I dragged my lips from hers, only long enough to kiss along her jaw, her throat, and the delicate spot just beneath her ear where I felt her shiver.

Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me back to her mouth like she couldn't stand the distance any more than I could.

She arched into me, her hips grinding against mine, and I could feel how hot and wet she already was just from kissing and touching.

That thin barrier of fabric between us might as well have been nothing.

My hand slipped further beneath her shorts, fingers sliding through slick heat, and the way she gasped—sharp and breathless—nearly undid me right there.

“Webb,” she whispered, her voice wrecked and needy.

That was all it took. I gripped the back of her thighs and lifted her easily, her legs wrapping back around my waist as instinctively as breathing. She laughed, breathless and hot against my neck, and I carried her to the nearest wall, pressing her back against the cool tile of the kitchen.

Her eyes locked with mine—dark, full of fire—and I knew we were past the point of no return.

I yanked her shorts down with one hand, taking her panties with them and baring her completely.

She reached between us, undoing my fly with the same urgency, her fingers brushing against me and pulling a groan straight from my chest. I pushed my jeans low enough to free myself, and then I was there, pressed against her, just stopping before I pressed inside.

We were both panting, every second stretched tight like a live wire. I looked at her one last time, giving her the chance to stop this, to say no, but she didn’t.

Instead, she grabbed my face and pulled me into a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and hunger. I thrust into her in one slow, deep motion, and we both cried out—hers high and gasping, mine low and guttural.

God, she felt like heaven—hot and wet and tight around me, her body clenching as she adjusted, with her nails digging into my shoulders.

I started to move slowly at first, savoring every inch of her.

She rocked against me, hips matching my rhythm and her breath hot against my ear as she whispered filthy, perfect things that made my control fray.

I pressed her harder into the wall, fucking her deep and steady, watching her fall apart with every thrust. Her head fell back, mouth open in a silent moan as I hit just the right spot, over and over, until her legs trembled, and she clutched at me like she’d fall apart without me holding her together.

“You’re mine,” I growled, the statement coming out of its own volition, and she nodded, whimpering, completely wrecked.

She was so damn tight around me that I could barely think.

Heat, slick and pulsing, surrounded every inch of me, and her body gripped me like it never wanted to let go.

Every thrust was heaven and hell, and the pleasure was so sharp it almost hurt.

Gabby clung to me, legs locked around my waist, hips rising to meet every roll of mine, pulling me deeper, tighter.

Her mouth found mine again, desperate and hungry, kissing me like she needed it to breathe.

She moaned into me, her tongue sweeping mine and her lips soft and swollen.

Every time I pulled back just enough to thrust in again, her body clenched, fluttering around me, and it took everything I had not to come right then and there.

“Fuck, Gabby,” I gasped, forehead pressed to hers, sweat starting to bead at the base of my spine. “You feel... goddamn, you feel unreal.”

She just whimpered and kissed me harder, her hands tangling in my hair, her entire body arching to keep me close. I angled my hips and drove in deeper, hitting a spot that made her cry out—her whole body tensing, muscles milking my cock like she was trying to pull the orgasm out of me by force.

I knew I wouldn’t last. I could feel it building, pressure burning low and tight, and the way she kept kissing me—wet and wild, like she couldn’t get enough—was pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

Then, in the middle of it, my brain scrambled back to reality just long enough for a thought to wedge itself into my fogged-up skull.

“Where the hell is your gun?” I rasped, barely able to get the words out, as I braced her against the wall.

Gabby blinked at me, eyes half-lidded, lips kiss-swollen. “Seriously? That’s what’s on your mind right now?”

I grinned, still moving inside her, deliberately grinding slow and deep as I answered, “I’ve checked all of you, baby.” I punctuated my words with another thrust, harder this time, enough to make her gasp and dig her nails back into my shoulders.

Her head fell back, and she started laughing—light and breathless. But as she laughed, her inner muscles tightened around me, fluttering and squeezing in rhythmic pulses that made me groan out loud, and my legs nearly buckled beneath us.

“Jesus, woman,” I choked, biting down on the curve of her neck to keep from falling apart.

“It’s in the drawer,” she suddenly rasped with a slight giggle, breath hitching as another pulse rolled through her, “next to the stove.”

Of course, it was. Hidden in plain sight. Typical Gabby.

I would’ve said something smart—maybe—but the aftershocks of her laughter and her teasing squeezes around my cock made it impossible to think. I came with a low, guttural groan, buried as deep as I could get inside her, every muscle in my body going taut before melting into hers.

We stayed like that, both of us trembling, with our chests heaving.

When my brain came back online, it was to the sensation of her fingers brushing the back of my neck, light and soothing. That’s when it hit me.

My eyes flew open. “Shit.”

Gabby tilted her head, still breathless and glowing. “What?”

“I didn’t use a condom.”

She stared at me for a beat, then rolled her eyes. “Webb, relax. I’m on birth control.”

I still felt like an idiot. “I didn’t even think?—”

She cut me off with a soft kiss, all warmth and calm now. “You were a little distracted. You’re good, there's no panic necessary.”

I exhaled slowly, forehead resting against hers again. “Next time,” I murmured, brushing my thumb along her cheek, “I want you on the damn counter...but the gun’s going somewhere else first.”

She laughed again, and I felt her clench around my cock one more time just to mess with me. I groaned as my head tipped forward, so my forehead was resting on her shoulder. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

She smiled with a glint of mischief in her eyes, like that was her plan.