Page 38 of Ice-Cold Obsession

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“Do you need anything else?”

I shake my head, but I’m annoyed at how nice he’s being and how genuine it seems. He’s not faking it, or at least I think so. He actually seems to care, which makes no sense, because he barely knows me. And he’s supposed to be the guy who made my sister’s life hell.

“I can make you feel even more relaxed,” he says, lowering his voice.

He’s looking at me through his eyelashes, his head tilted slightly. Aw fuck. He’s impossibly cute like this, and I hate it.

His fingers move to my waistband, and he just keeps looking at me, waiting.

I should saynoand push him away. But I don’t.

“Okay,” I whisper.

His hand slips into my underwear, and I gasp as he rubs me. It’s crazy how quickly I can get wet for him as his fingers slide over me. Two of his fingers push inside me, making me moan, as he presses against my clit.

He increases the speed and pressure just enough to make my breath come out in little gasps as I push my hips against his hand.

“Oh fuck,” I breathe as he hits all the right spots, pushing me over the edge.

My cry of pleasure echoes off the walls as my insides tingle. Gabriel pulls his hand out of my panties, and as he looks at me, he licks his fingers.

A shudder runs through me, and I curl my fingers in his shirt, pulling him to me for a kiss. His lips are soft against mine, and I can’t get enough of him.

Then he pulls away and lies next to me, propped up on one elbow. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my stomach.

“I really like you,” he says quietly.

I glance at him. “You do?”

“Yeah. I’d love to introduce you to my friends, as my girlfriend... if you’d be okay with that.”

I blink. “I thought you didn’t do girlfriends.”

“I never felt a connection like this with someone before. Can’t you feel it too? The pull between us?”

I study his face, looking for any sign that he’s lying or playing me.

“Are you doing this because everyone’s mad at you but not at me?” I ask. “So you’re hoping they’ll forgive you if we’re together?”

He flinches, then nods. “Maybe. But I also think we should explore what we have and see where it goes.”

I narrow my eyes at him. Guys like him don’t just change their minds so quickly. They don’t go from hookups to girlfriends overnight. This is some kind of plot. Some kind of game.

But being his girlfriend would give me more access and more opportunities to find what I’m looking for.

And there’s definitely a connection between us. There are sparks that I can’t deny, even if I want to.

“Okay,” I say. “Let’s give it a try.”

His face lights up, and he kisses me again, his mouth hard on mine. My lips respond to his, deepening the kiss, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

And I hate that.

Hate it and love it at the same time.

“I’ll post something later,” he says, “to make it official.”