Page 29 of Gabe (Blue Team #2)

He didn’t quicken his pace when his tongue slid inside. He savored. He teased. He tortured. Leisurely glides of his tongue in and out. Soft brushes of his lips. Lazy. Deliberate. Mesmerizing. No, memorizing . Gabe was taking his time learning, building, stoking.

“I wanna touch you.”

“Not yet.”

My hips lifted off the bed, urging him to go faster.

“Please,” I begged.

“No,” he refused.

Gabe’s denial only fed my need and I fisted the comforter in an effort to obey.

“You have no idea.”

Gabe groaned then kissed the inside of my thigh.

“No clue what you give me.”

Another kiss, this one on my hip.

“Things I didn’t know I needed.”

Gabe nudged my shirt out of his way and nipped my belly.

“You wanna touch me.”

This was not a question but I answered anyway. “Yes.”

“But you’re not gonna, are you?” Gabe’s head came up and his gaze caught mine. “You’re gonna give me everything I want.”

This time I couldn’t speak to confirm. Not that Gabe needed the confirmation—he knew .

His eyes were fiery and I was feeling things I didn’t think he’d meant for me to feel.

More than the touch of his hand as he pushed my t-shirt up.

More than his palm brushing over my nipple as he bunched the fabric in his fist and settled it under my chin.

More than the throb between my legs. More than the way the cool air kissed my overheated skin.

I felt too much.

“I’m gonna love you nice and slow. ”

I shook my head in swift denial. His declaration felt like a dagger to my heart.

“I can’t give you that,” I croaked.

“You can, honey.”

“Not like that. Fuck—”

“Slow,” he repeated and lowered his head.

I wanted to protest, I really wanted to, but when he sucked my bra-covered nipple into his mouth I couldn’t remember what I was objecting to.

Gabe’s idea of slow was unhurried torment.

He sucked and licked and nibbled every inch of my chest. When he was done there he moved to my throat and neck. He didn’t touch me with his hands—his mouth, lips, tongue, and teeth did all the work.

This lasted so long, I started to feel something else.

Something big, because slow, gentle torment began to feel a lot like worship.

Every new place he found to kiss, lick, or nip caused me to moan.

In response, Gabe groaned and found a new spot.

This happened over and over. So damn long I’d convinced myself he was indeed making love to me.

Dangerous.

I was so far out of my head, reduced to squirming, arching, panting, it barely registered when Gabe twisted away.

When he rolled back on top of me he was naked, his lips went to my ear, and he whispered, “Hands above your head, honey.”

Mindlessly, I did as he asked.

“When we’re done, there will be no doubt,” he warned.

I felt the head of his cock glide through my wet excitement until I had the tip but nothing else.

Then he captured both of my hands in his and twined our fingers together.

Not holding them down, not pinning them, not restricting them.

Gabe was holding my hands.

I held my breath.

I want this to be real .

He had no idea what he was doing to me. How badly I wanted a chance with him.

“No doubt?” I asked on an exhale when Gabe pushed in a little more.

“I want no doubts between us.”

I still didn’t understand but right then as Gabe slowly filled me with his cock, I was incapable of cognitive thought.

“Gabe,” I groaned.

My hips tipped up to welcome him, my head tilted back, and my eyes closed.

“Open your eyes, honey, I don’t want you to miss a second of me loving you.”

There it was again, loving me .

“I can’t watch you.” I heard my voice hitch and felt moisture gather behind my eyelids. “I can’t do it, Gabe, I’ll never get over you.”

“I hope like fuck you never do.”

My eyes snapped open to find Gabe once again staring at me.

Guard down.

Eyes on me.

Totally open.

“There’s a dead-end,” I reminded him.

I didn’t miss the pinch in my heart as I said the words.

“Just watch, Evette.”

I didn’t get a chance to watch.

Gabe lowered his head, his mouth hit mine, and stole my breath straight from my lungs.

There was kissing, then there was what Gabe was doing. Each swipe of his tongue erased some of the doubt. Each measured thrust of his hips ignited hope.

He didn’t let go of my hands. He didn’t stop kissing me. He didn’t let me catch my breath. He didn’t hurry. This wasn’t about getting off, rushing to orgasm. It wasn’t even about exploring or touching or learning the feel of me.

It was about cherishing, worshiping, savoring.

It might’ve been minutes or hours. All I knew was that I was so lost in Gabe I didn’t want it to end.

Before I was ready my body demanded I give in, and with a rush my climax hit. Wave after wave of euphoria rolled over me until I had to tear my mouth from Gabe’s or court suffocation.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

I heard his demand but I wasn’t sure I could move. My knees were pressed so tight to his sides my muscles felt like they were frozen in place.

“Now, honey.”

When I still didn’t move, Gabe transferred both of my hands into one of his and used his free hand to hitch my leg around his back. That unstuck my other leg and I swung it around and locked my ankles.

That was all Gabe needed to let loose. And with me holding on, our eyes connected, he slammed home and groaned—long and loud.

I felt that noise everywhere. It ricocheted and bounced through my chest. I didn’t have a lot of experience but I was far from a virgin.

Yet I’d never been made love to. Never had I felt freely.

I’d never been given such a beautiful gift.

And seeing Gabe’s eyes heat with pleasure then soften with trust was just that—a beautiful gift.

One that got better when, with lids at half-mast, his big body shuddered and at the same time on a rough exhale he uttered my name.

I loved when he called me honey. Loved it even more when he said it while he was moving inside of me. But right then and there I decided I loved hearing Gabe breathe my name the best of all.

A beat of silence turned into three and I watched as he came back to himself. Eyes still linked, bodies still connected, hearts still pounding. And he gave me something more when his lips curved up into a smile, the likes of which I’d never seen.

“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?”

Gabe’s hand glided from my hip and over my ribs. His knuckles skimmed the side of my breast then continued until his big palm cupped my cheek.

Throughout this, my eyes remained riveted on his but his had dropped to my mouth.

“Take a chance on me. ”

His voice was so soft I couldn’t be sure I heard what I thought I’d heard.

“A chance?”

“Forget everything I said and take a chance. You and me.”

Now my heart wasn’t pounding, it was dancing. Until my brain clicked back to reality.

“I live—”

“We’ll worry about that later.”

But now that my mind had wandered there I couldn’t let it go. Worrying about it later meant a painful goodbye when I had to leave. It meant ruin. And besides, worrying was what I did.

“Gabe…” I started and trailed off because I didn’t know what to say. I knew what I wanted to say. I knew I’d happily pack up my lonely, boring life in California if it meant I got a shot at Gabe.

I knew what I wanted but I also knew it was insane.

Love at first sight wasn’t real.

Moving across the country for a man I barely knew was a fool thing to do.

Yet I’d fallen in love with Gabe at a glance.

It was on the tip of my tongue to agree. To be crazy and brave and take a chance.

“I know what I said and I know why I said it,” Gabe said. “And I knew I was lying when I said it. I gave you an out, honey, and you didn’t take it.”

He was right about that. I’d asked him for more time.

“I give up,” he murmured, and unconsciously my legs still wrapped around him tightened.

The corners of Gabe’s eyes crinkled and his thumb lazily brushed over my jaw.

“Give up?” I whispered when he didn’t continue.

“I can’t even remember why I was fighting it, but I give up. I lost one battle, but, Evette, honey, you gotta know in doing that I won’t lose this next round. I’m gonna fight like hell to keep you here with me. I’m gonna keep at you until there is no doubt you are mine. Until you trust I am yours.”

Gabe is mine ?

“I’m yours? ”

Gabe flexed his hips, bringing my attention back to our connection.

“You uncomfortable?” As a matter of fact, I wasn’t but Gabe didn’t wait for me to respond. “I’m still pinning your hands above your head. You’re stretched out under me with your legs wrapped around me tight. And just to point out the obvious, my dick’s still inside you, baby.”

All of that was true. Gabe hadn’t disconnected and rolled off after he’d made love to me.

He stayed planted deep and commenced what amounted to a heart-to-heart.

He hadn’t let go of my hands though I wouldn’t say he was pinning them to the bed.

I could move them if I so chose to do so but I hadn’t.

Neither had I attempted to disengage in any way.

I was exactly where I wanted to be.

I was unclear how exactly that made me his; it was just at that point Gabe swiveled his hips and ground down and I no longer cared.

“Gabe,” I breathed.

“Mine,” he growled.

I was no longer looking into his beautiful brown eyes.

I wasn’t looking at anything because my eyes were closed and Gabe’s mouth was on mine.

Then I wasn’t thinking about anything at all except how good his tongue felt against mine.

It didn’t take but a second for Gabe to deepen the kiss.

When he did all I could do was feel, and what I felt was so sweet, so beautiful, I knew I’d told him the truth—I’d give Gabe Harris anything he wanted.