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Cupping her face, I rest my forehead against hers. “That night, both Mickey and I agreed you were perfect, Gail. You fucking hypnotized us the first time we hung out with you.”
I let go and pull back, needing some distance between us. Every time I’m close, I have the urge to kiss her, to touch her, to do things I don’t even know if she wants. She left us, after all. So the last thing I want to do is push her.
As we eat, Gail finds random ways to touch me; brushing her arm against mine, her tits grazing my shoulder when she reaches for the salt. My cock is rock hard, and it takes everything in me not to slide my hands under the skirt of her dress, checking if she wants me as much as I want her.
After dinner, I drive Gail back to Jamie’s place, the night air crisp and clear, cutting through the fog that seems to perpetually shroud my thoughts.
“Thank you for today. It was…” Gail says, searching for the words.
I park in one of the visitor spots, letting the car run as I turn to look at her. “Perfect,” I finish for her because it was. For all its simplicity, it was perfect.
“Stop the car,” she demands suddenly, and I obey without question. There’s something fierce and unguarded in her expression as she climbs across the center console and onto my lap.
“Gail—”
The moment our lips connect, everything else fades. I wrap my arms around Gail’s waist, pulling her firmly against me. Her warmth seeps into me, and I feel a surge of need. Our kiss deepens, her lips soft yet insistent against mine. I can taste her, feel the slight tremble as my fingers trace up her back.
Her arms loop around my neck, drawing me even closer. The subtle scent of her fills my senses, intoxicating and familiar. I cup her face, my thumb gently brushing her cheek, contrasting with the urgency of our kiss. She lets out a soft moan, sending a thrill through me.
When we finally break apart, our foreheads rest together, breaths mingling in the charged space between us. Her eyes meet mine, and in that moment, words are unnecessary. The intensity of our connection says it all.
“Do you want to come inside?” she asks, her tone throaty. “Jamie’s working the night shift, so—”
I cut her off with another kiss, this time it’s deeper, greedier as I explore her mouth with my tongue.
Soren
The click of the lock echoes in Jamie’s apartment as we step inside, the world outside disappearing like a forgotten dream. My hand finds Gail’s, fingers entwining with a hunger that’s beyond flesh; it’s soul deep.
Our lips crash together—a collision of need, of every silent plea made in the dark corners of my mind. I press her against the nearest wall, one hand at the small of her back, pulling her closer until there’s not a whisper of space left between us. She tastes like rebellion, like freedom from the shackles of my past that never seem to loosen their grip.
“God, Gail,” I groan, voice muffled against her mouth. There’s an urgency in the way her tongue dances with mine, a promise of what’s to come, and my body responds with a primal intensity.
“I need you, Soren,” she gasps between kisses, her blue eyes blazing with that fiery passion that drew me in from the moment I saw her. My hands roam the contours of her body, mapping out the territory I’m hellbent on exploring until every inch of her knows she belongs to this—belongs to me.
Her fingers claw at my back, and I can feel the sting even through the fabric of my shirt—her desperation mirroring mine. We’re two halves of a whole, bound by a craving that goes deeper than skin, deeper than the superficial layers people wear like armor.
“Please,” she whispers, and it’s not just a word—it’s a key turning in the lock of my restraint.
“Anything for you, baby,” I rasp, knowing full well I’d set the world ablaze if it meant keeping her close, keeping this inferno between us alive.
We move in tandem, every brush of her body against mine sends a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins.
“Fuck, Gail! The things you do to me,” I pant into her neck, trailing hot kisses down her throat, each one a brand marking her as mine.
“Show me,” she challenges, a smirk lining those perfect lips. “Show me what I do to you, Soren.”
Her back arches, pressing her chest and belly into mine, and the friction is both a torment and a tease—spurring me on, urging me to claim what’s been offered so willingly.
“Mine,” I growl, possessive and raw, my voice a low rumble that vibrates through our conjoined forms. “All fucking mine.”
“Yours,” she agrees, her affirmation wrapping around me like a vise, squeezing until all I can think about, all I can feel, is her. Taking a step back, she runs her fingers across her puffy lips. “For tonight.” She says it so softly I almost miss it, but I don’t. I hear it fucking loud and clear.
I never expected that taking her to see Ryan and Nana would cancel the shit I’ve done to her, but I did hope it would earn me more than yet another promise for “tonight”—which seems to be Gail’s way of staying in control. I can let her have that; for tonight.
Entering her bedroom and slamming the door closed behind us, I grab Gail, pulling her close. She gasps, a sound swallowed by my eager mouth as I claim her lips with a ferocity born of pent-up desire. Her body molds to mine, soft curves pressed against the hard planes of my body.
During our kiss, I move us over to the bed while hoisting her skirt up over her hips so I can reach her tights. I hook my thumbs into the elastic, slowly pushing them down, taking her panties with them, while I stroke her tongue with mine.
