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“Okay, well, for one, it was the morning.” I glance to the side and avoid looking at him. “And two, I didn’t sneak out. It’s not my fault you didn’t hear me.”
He laughs, but you can tell it’s a fake laugh. “Did you make noise?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer. “Or did you tippy-toe out of my office and get dressed in the hallway, hoping I wouldn’t wake up? Got to say, loved watching you run to your car.”
I gasp. “You spied on me?” I put my hand to my chest, suddenly not shocked the bar would have cameras. “I can’t believe you did that.”
“Yeah,” he says, closing the gap to me, “and I can’t believe I’m going to do this either.” His hand grips my head and turns it to the side. His mouth crashes onto mine. I open my mouth, but I’m not sure if it’s to object or to make sure his tongue slides into my mouth. Either way, the two of us are making out in the middle of the driveway. His hand grips my hair tighter, while my hands come up to grip his jacket. I spent all week trying to remember what his kisses felt like. I would seek him out in my dreams, but nothing, and I mean nothing, can compare to the real thing.
“Fuck,” he groans when the phone in his pocket rings, “that’s Sofia.” He reaches behind him to grab the phone, only then letting my head go but gripping me around my waist to make sure I don’t go anywhere. “Yeah.” He puts the phone to his ear. “I just got here.” I bite my lower lip, trying to calm my nerves. “Oh, I’ll take care of her all right,” he assures her, and it sends a shiver through me. “Later.” He hangs up, putting the phone back in his pocket. “That was Sofia,” he confirms.
“Yeah,” I say breathlessly.
“She wanted to make sure I got you the key for the door.” He fills me in as if I am not right in front of him and didn’t hear the whole conversation.
“Please tell me you are not Sofia’s cousin but instead a family friend,” I beg of him.
“Won’t lie to you, Sweetheart,” he says, and it’s as if my knees give out on me with just one fucking word—Sweetheart.
“Great.” I try to move away from him, but his grip around my waist just pulls me closer to him. “Just great. So are you like close cousins or distant cousins?” Please say distant, I silently plead.
“Close cousins,” he confirms softly and my eyes close.
“This is great,” I snap sarcastically. “How close would you be to Casey?”
“He’s my uncle.” My head literally hangs and hits his torso at the same time my hand comes up to lie on his chest. I smell the musk around me, and I swear my panties get wet.
“Well, this is just fabulous,” I mumble.
“We going to discuss why you ran out on me?” he asks, and I look up at him.
“Absolutely not,” I state with conviction. “I couldn’t think of anything else that I would not be doing. I’m going to need you to hand me the key, then get back in your truck, and we never speak of that night again.” I would try to move back, but it’s like he’s got a tight vise grip on me.
“So it’s okay for you to get all up in my face about me having a wife and kid, but it’s not okay for me to get into your face for taking off on me and sneaking out like a thief in the night?”
“That would be correct.” I hold out my hand. “So may I please have the key?”
“Sure thing, Sweetheart.” The way he says sweetheart, I feel like my stomach gets these stupid flutters I’ve never had. He reaches into his coat pocket to grab the key and give it to me, dropping it in the middle of my hand.
“Thank you,” I say softly, and his hand falls off my waist, letting me go. I walk over to the steps, picking up my purse before walking up to the door, putting the key in, then unlocking the door. I’m concentrating so hard I don’t feel him right behind me, standing on the little porch. I turn around to hand him the spare key and come face-to-face with his chest.
“We’re discussing the other night.” His voice is tight.
“No, we are not.” I’m adamant about this. There is no need to discuss it. It happened. That was then, and this is now.
“We are,” he says, as adamant as I am about this. “We sure the fuck are.” He looks down at me, and I can see a hint of his blue eyes in the darkness. I can feel his breath on my face, and I’m too busy trying to come up with the words to tell him that we are not. I’m too slow at my words because one of his hands comes up to grip my hip, while the other one cups my jaw. “We are going to talk about it,” he hisses. I think I stop breathing, or maybe I start breathing heavily. I don’t know because I’m so fixated on his tone and the way his hands feel on me. “And then I’m going to fuck you just like I’ve been dreaming about fucking you for the past fucking week.”
10
GABRIEL
I stare into her green-gray eyes, watching them as if my life depends on it when I say, “I’m going to fuck you just like I’ve been dreaming about fucking you for the past fucking week.” Her eyes get hooded before her mouth opens in a gasp, giving me that in. My hand moves from her hip to wrap around her as I pick her up off her feet and walk through the doorway. Her tongue fights with mine as I carry her into the house.
After walking into the entryway, I slam the door closed with my foot, exactly like I did at the bar when I finally got my mouth on her. Pushing her back against the door, I hear things drop beside me, but I don’t let go of her to look because I don’t give a fuck. The house could literally fall down all around us, and I wouldn’t stop kissing her. She wraps her legs and her arms around me at the same time. Her fingers go from the nape of my neck into my hair, making my whole scalp tingle from her touch. As she twirls her finger in my hair, I make a mental note to never cut it shorter than it is now, so she can always play with it. I let go of her lips to trail the kisses from her lips to her cheek and then to her jaw before coming back up to her ear. “Change of plans, Sweetheart,” I whisper as my tongue comes out to lick her lobe, making her shiver. “I’m going to fuck you first, and then we’re going to talk.” I suck her lobe into my mouth. “Now, decide where I’m going to fuck you.” I press my hard cock into her and hear her head hit the door as she moans out. “Against the door or on the kitchen table?”
Her hips buck once. “I don’t think—” she says, but my mouth covers hers again, and she instantly melts in my arms.
“If you don’t decide, I’ll decide for us.” I kiss her neck before sucking in skin. “I’m good with fucking you right here, right now.” She unwraps her legs from my waist, sliding them back down to the floor. Putting her hands on my chest, she opens her eyes, and I see they’re a light green with a touch of gray in them. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Sweetheart.” The words come out of my mouth in a flash. “You got two seconds,” I tell her, putting my hand beside her head against the door, and I’m pissed there isn’t a table by the door where I can fuck her.
She puts her hands on my chest, her own chest rising and falling. “Gabriel.”
