Page 15 of Gabe (Blue Team #2)

A thrill raced up my spine and my insides hollowed.

I wasn’t sure where I’d found the courage to undress in front of Gabe. Maybe it was the way he looked at me that gave me confidence. Maybe it was his erection that spurred me on. Maybe I just wanted to test him and watch him break.

But he hadn’t.

He’d held his ground and for some reason that turned me on more than if he’d jumped me.

What I did know was I lived a narrow, lonely life and soon I would go back to that life. I didn’t regret my life as such but there was a sliver of me that wanted to know what it felt like to be wild and carefree. I wanted to know what it felt like to just say fuck it and live in the moment.

Take a risk.

Live a little.

Leave my inhibitions at the door and do something crazy.

And the mere fact that me taking off my clothes in a kitchen in front of a man who was fully dressed was the craziest thing I had ever done in my whole life said a lot about me.

I didn’t have a wild bone in my body but for some reason Gabe made me feel like I did. Like I could do anything I wanted to do, be anyone I wanted to be, get loose and not have a care in the world .

I’d made up my mind. I knew what I was going to do but I was having too much fun with our verbal foreplay to put an end to it.

“Care to tell me what that means?”

“No, but I’ll show you.”

Yes, I’d like him to show me, too.

I took a step and watched as Gabe’s eyes heated.

“Is this close enough?” I teased.

“Closer.”

I vaguely wondered if he knew how deep and rumbly his voice became when he was turned on.

I shuffled forward a little bit more and a look of pure frustration passed over Gabe’s face.

The smile that formed on mine was an accident.

Excitement and butterflies danced in my belly.

Seeing the hard set of his jaw and clenched fists made me feel powerful.

The illusion I was in charge. That little ol’ me could drive big bad Gabe crazy.

One more step and I’d be in his personal space.

This was it.

“You sure?” Gabe’s gravelly voice washed over me.

Guilt-free sex with Gabe? Um, yes, I was positive.

“Are you?”

A wolfish smile tipped Gabe’s lips. The hungry grin a reminder I was in way over my head. Yet, strangely I wasn’t second-guessing my decision. I couldn’t wait to feel him touch me.

So why weren’t my legs moving?

“Evette?”

“Yeah?”

“Take it.”

“Huh?”

“Take what you want.”

It was like he read my mind. Knew what I wanted.

I took the final step and…nothing.

He didn’t move.

I could get no closer without touching him. Maybe that was what he wanted. I lifted my hand but halted when he said, “Stop. ”

Okay, he didn’t say it, he growled it. And suddenly I was feeling a little nervous. I mean, I was standing in front of him mostly naked while he had on all of his clothes. While that was thrilling a few minutes ago it was nerve-wracking now.

His gaze dropped to my chest then his hand came up and traced the lace of my bra. And that was when it started. A simple, light touch that made my knees weak and my nipples pebble.

“It feels like I’ve waited forever,” Gabe murmured.

His finger dipped between my cleavage and his lips twitched. “Wanna know what I’m gonna put right here?”

“Hopefully your mouth.”

Gabe’s eyes lifted to mine but his finger kept moving between my breasts and since I was still wearing my push-up bra they were shoved together nice and perky without much space between them. I felt the pad of his finger on one and the scrape of his nail on the other.

How could something so insignificant be so sexy? Erotic even, like the motion of his finger sliding between my breasts was symbolic of—

“Fuck yeah, you’ll get my mouth,” Gabe said, cutting off my thoughts. “But I was thinking how good it’s gonna feel when my cock’s sliding between your tits.”

Even though I’d been thinking along the same lines, hearing Gabe say it made me shiver.

“You’d like that,” he noted.

“I would,” I confirmed.

Then the weirdest thing happened. Gabe removed his finger from between my breasts, lifted his hand, and cupped my face. After that, he proceeded to rub the apple of my cheek with his thumb. He did so with our eyes locked.

This was not sexy.

It was sweet.

A lovely gesture that calmed my jitters.

“I’m gonna take care of you,” he vowed.

My throat clogged with emotion, leaving me speechless. All I could do was stare into Gabe’s earnest eyes—soulful brown, with flecks of black .

“Go to your room, baby. I’ll be right there,” he whispered.

The mood had changed and I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. But instead of overthinking, I nodded.

“Before you get in bed, lose the panties and bra,” he instructed and my belly flip-flopped.

I nodded again and hurried out of the kitchen acutely aware I was walking through the house with nothing but a bra and G-string on.

Sweet Jesus. Heat hit my cheeks (both sets) and I rushed to the master bedroom. What in the world was I doing? I wasn’t wild. I was boring as the day was long. I was standing next to the bed staring down at the light blue quilt wondering if I’d made a mistake.

Gabe had even warned me himself I was playing with fire.

Shit .

Now I was a tease. It was fun when I was taunting him but now with the cool air washing over my skin, it was no longer amusing.

Warm lips hit my shoulder. Heat swept over my body, but before I’d fully committed to the warmth, rough hands caught my hips and traveled around to my stomach then over my ribs.

“Breathe, Evette.” Gabe’s words fanned across my neck and I exhaled the breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.

The oxygen had barely left my lungs when he yanked my bra up and cupped my bare breasts.

Skin on skin.

This was what I wanted.

To feel this .

Once again I wasn’t breathing. Desire had rushed back in like a freight train demolishing as the nerves crept in.

From there he worked me into a frenzy. His mouth devoured my neck—he kissed and sucked and nipped all the while his fingers pinched and rolled my nipples until I was on the verge of an orgasm.

Gabe ground his erection against my ass. The feel of the abrasive material of his pants on my bare skin felt so damn naughty it sent another bolt of electricity through me.

“Spread.” Kiss . “Your.” Bite . “Legs.” Lick .

Mindlessly I obeyed, unable to do much of anything except allow my head to lull to the side to give his lips better access.

“Wider, baby.”

I did as Gabe asked and when he growled against my neck I knew I was in big trouble. I’d do any damn thing he asked to feel that feral sound on my skin.

One hand left my breast and I groaned in protest.

“Patience,” he murmured and rolled my nipple between his fingers, then added a vicious tug that had me arching my back.

“More?”

“Yes,” I hissed.

He pinched again, adding a little more pressure, bringing me right to the edge of too much pain. But he backed off as his other hand dipped into my panties. The tips of his fingers barely grazed my clit but the light touch had my hips thrusting back, wanting more.

“Mmm,” Gabe hummed against my shoulder. “Stay still for me, Evette.”

“Can’t.”

“Try for me.”

I was on the verge of trying to follow his command. I really was, but when two thick fingers plunged inside of me I lost my willpower and jerked my hips.

“Fuck, honey.” Gabe’s words rasped rough and harsh in my ear and I rocked harder against his fingers. “Was gonna get you there nice and slow. Work you up until you were begging for my cock.”

Was?

“I’ll beg now.”

Gabe cupped my pussy, two fingers working in and out, his palm brushing my clit.

My back to his chest, pressed together.

His arm was diagonal across my front, anchoring me to him while he plucked and played with my breast.

I couldn’t take it. I needed more so I begged. I’d beg and plead and scream if he’d give me more.

“Don’t need your words, honey. Your pussy’s so fucking wet I can’t wait. Grind down on my fingers. ”

Yes .

Then like some sort of wild, wanton woman I shamelessly fucked myself on his fingers.

I ground my clit on the heel of his palm, rolled my hips, and took myself to orgasm faster than I thought possible.

And as fast as it came, pleasure shot through me spurring me on, wanting more.

Not wanting the shards of white-hot ecstasy to end.

But it did. My climax waned, I lost Gabe’s fingers. After that, I lost the heat of his body, and I stumbled forward. My hands landed on the bed before I could fall flat on my face.

“Don’t move.”

He needn’t have worried; my legs were so weak I couldn’t have moved if I wanted to. The sound of clothes coming off had me craning my neck to look behind me.

I greedily took in Gabe’s bare chest. If the muscles on his back were impressive the ridges and valleys of his well-defined abs were awe-inspiring.

“Yeah, honey, just like that.”

One of his hands went to the small of my back. The other popped the button of his pants and I watched as he shoved them down and his cock sprang free. Long and thick and hard.

It was sensory overload. The sight of Gabe. His fingertips grazing my ass. The sound of his harsh breathing. The weight of his gaze on me. All of it too much.

Predatory.

Hungry.

Like he was going to make a meal out of me. A tremor of excitement crawled up my spine and I fought to keep my knees from buckling.

“Gabe,” I whispered as he rolled a condom down his length.

A plea to hurry? A demand to fuck me? A panic-filled cry not to hurt me?

Whichever he read in my voice his features softened a fraction as he yanked the scrap of lace to the side and circled my opening with the head of his cock.

“Chest to the bed and tip your ass higher.”

Gabe might’ve given me direction but he didn’t wait for me to comply. His hand glided up my back, stopping between my shoulder blades and he pushed me down. Not soft, not hard, just enough for me to know he was in charge.

In control.