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“You think I don’t know that? I told you: I know you.”
“Suddenly,” he says softly. “I hope you do.”
And then he’s kissing me again, and somehow it’s tender and rough with the demand at the same time, but then that makes sense. This is Gabe. This is the man I could fall in love with. This is the man Iamfalling in love with.
Chapter sixty-seven
Gabe
Her submission. Her trust.Her. I just fucking want her. I fucking love her though I won’t admit that, not now. Maybe not ever. I fold her naked body against mine and turn her, walking her toward the couch, pushing her. I am pushing her. I am pulling her closer. I’m a contradiction where she’s concerned. Beyond reason, I want her to run if she’s going to run. I want her to stay, no matter how much she wants to run.
I kiss her, nip her lip again, and when she moans, I turn her, pressing her knees into the cushion, her beautiful backside in the air. Knowing what I know now about her past, I’m stunned that she never hesitates with me. That she can be this completely naked, exposed, andvulnerablewith me. I shouldn’t even be going here with her. I know what her ex did to her. I know that even if it wasn’t sexual, he played power games with her. And this, this that we’re doing right now, is all about power.
Her power.
She has the power to make me want to please her. To make me need her. Only is that really what I’m doing right now?Fuck. No. This doesn’t feel right. I step to her, pull her up and around andthen I’m sitting on the couch, pulling her into my lap, her hips straddling my hips. “Come here,” I say, tangling my fingers in her hair and pulling her mouth to mine.
“What happened to spanking me?” She presses against my chest. “Don’t let my past be here with us now. Please. You spanked me once before. I was fine then, I’m fine now.”
“It’s not about fear. It’s not about him. It’s about being able to do this.” I drag her mouth to mine, capture her lips with a soft tease of a touch. “And this,” I say, this time licking past her teeth, a slide, a stroke, a tease that becomes a full-on hot, hungry kiss.
We ignite and it’s nothing gentle. She dives fingers into my hair, sinking in low and deep, her breasts nestling my chest. The low and deep I need is inside her and I lift her, pressing inside her, and holy fuck, she’s hot and tight. I pull her down, oh yes, this time I’m pulling, and she moans a soft little sexy sound all the way down my cock. “This is what I needed,” I say, sliding back and forth inside her and cupping her backside to pull her forward. “But I can still spank you just fine like this.” My hand comes down on her backside and she gasps and gives a little, “Oh”, followed by exactly what a good hand palm intends.
She arches into me, clenches around my cock and I drag her mouth to mine again, thrusting into her at the same time. She moans and grabs a handful of my hair, giving it a rough tug. I cup her backside again, the only warning I’m giving her before I smack one cheek again, this time harder. She arches into me again, tugs harder on my hair. I spank her again, and our frenzied rush of hard thrusts and grinds, becomes a frenzied hot burn that has me rolling her to her back; driving deeper, harder, faster.
Her pants and a cry of my name is what undoes me. That and the lift of her hips, and tight clench of her sudden orgasm, sex, and holy fuck, I’m over the edge. I shudder, like I haven’tshuddered in years, a full body, mother of God of explosion I swear to the same God I feel from my balls to my damn toes.
This woman owns me. That’s all I can think, as we collapse into each other and I roll us to our sides, tangling our limbs because I just don’t have it in me to get up right now. “Holy hell, woman,” I murmur, cupping her face. “No more push and pull. I’m just going to keep you right here with me.”
She laughs. “Says the man that just had an orgasm and spanked me.”
I lift up on my elbow, spy my shirt, and snag it for her. “About that spanking,” I say, pressing the cotton between her legs. “You still didn’t a real spanking.”
“My backside would argue that point,” she laughs. “It stings, thank you very much.”
“And stings is good or bad?”
She splays fingers on my cheek and kisses me. “I liked it, and you know it. And you liked it, too.”
“Hmm. Indeed. I liked the fuck out of it.”
Offering me a coy smile, she sits up, holding up my shirt. “No condom needed, right?” Her back is to me which somehow only makes that comment ten times more impactful.
She tries to stand and I catch her wrist, throwing my legs off the side of the couch to sit next to her. “Abbie,” I say softly, a plea that she let this go, at least for now.
She turns to face me, naked as the day she was born, but she doesn’t seem to care. I sure as hell don’t. “What made you need that finality?”
I don’t ask what she’s talking about. The condom comment was the prelude to the expected. And I get it. I’ve shut her out, and if tonight taught me anything, it’s that I can’t keep asking her for more, and not giving it back. And yet, somehow, I’m still not ready. Not for this. “I hate condoms,” I say, standingup and pull her to her feet. “Let’s order dinner. You can ask me questions then.”
“Just not about that.”
“Anythingbutthat.”
“Or Kendall.”
Same topic, but I don’t say that. A muscle in my jaw ticks. “Or Kendall.”
“Let’s make a list of the topics to avoid over dinner. No KM. That would be Kendall, your ex-girlfriend. And absolutely no vasectomy talk. No baby talk, even if it’s not about me and you and babies, because of course, we can’t have babies.” Her cheeks burn red. “Forget I just said that.” She twists out of my arms. “I should leave.”
