Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 138522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“I need a chance to say no? What are you going to do?”
His lips press to my ear. “Trust me, Abbie. Stay just like this while I undress and then if you want to stop—”
“Hurry up,” I demand. “Hurry up—”
“I’ll hurry. Don’t move. Remember. It’s all about anticipation. It’s all about—”
“Control? Yours?”
I can almost feel the shift in the air before he rolls me over and suddenly we are side by side, facing each other, and he’s folding me against him, his hand on my cheek, guiding my gaze to his. “No, sweetheart. It’s not about my control. It’s about yours. You say yes. You say no.”
“But you give the orders.”
“To give you the chance to stop thinking.”
“I could stop thinking if you were kissing me right now. I really need you to kiss me right now.”
His mouth comes down on mine, a deep stroke of tongue that feels like a lick in other intimate places. That stroke and his hard, big, perfect body next to mine is all that it takes. I need him. God, how I need him and I press into him, trying to get closer.
My desperation seems to feed his desperation and it’s as if a match ignites between us. A smoldering heat going up in flames. We are all over each other, touching, kissing, sounds of need and hunger sliding from my lips, his lips. I don’t even know how his pants come down, how he’s pressing between my legs, but his fingers are rough in my hair, almost a pull, not a tug, but it arouses me. God, it arouses me and then his hand comes down on my backside again, a firm smack that radiates through me seconds before his shaft thrusts into me.
I gasp and moan and then his hand smacks my backside again. “Gabe,” I pant.
His fingers tangle into my hair. “What do you want?”
I don’t even think. “More,” I whisper. “I want more.” And I know I mean his hand on my backside again.
He pulls back and looks at me, his eyes burning, probing. “How much more?”
“I don’t know the answer to that. Just more.”
“We’ll find out together,” he promises, and then he’s kissing me again, rolling me on top of him, but he doesn’t let me sit up. He folds me close, his hand coming down on my backside, squeezing my cheek as his hips lift with a thrust of his cock. I moan and this time when he smacks my backside and thrusts into me, he is so hard, so thick, and so very deep. The sensations that roll through me are all-consuming. I can’t think all over again. I can’t feel inhibitions. I can’t do anything but press into his thrusts, my mouth on his mouth, kissing him with desperation again, the wildness between us like nothing I have ever known. I’m on the edge of that blissful, perfect place where there is nothing but pleasure. I just want to be there, I need to be there. And then I am. I’m shattering, and moaning in this deep, from the soul way I don’t even know as my own self, and he’s cupping my head, shuddering right along with me.
I’m lost in pleasure and sensations that are eternal and yet so very short. I don’t want it to end, but it’s inevitable. It’s over and I slide back into reality. I collapse on top of Gabe and the thing that feels so new and right with this man is that I don’t even feel the need to move. I lay there naked, exposed, vulnerable on top of him, and I never want to leave. He doesn’t want me to, either. He holds me tight. He holds me the way I’ve always wanted to be held. Like he doesn’t want to let me go. Like he fears that I really will break his heart.
I won’t.
Why in the world would I leave a man this perfect?
A tiny voice tries to remind me of how bad I am for him, but I squash it. I don’t want to leave this man. I’m not going to leave him.
Chapter thirty-nine
Abbie
Abbie
My afterglow from sex is short-lived. I sit up and stare down at Gabe. “We didn’t use a condom. I’m on the pill, but I didn’t pack my prescription. I can’t miss that pill. Not when we just had sex.”
He flips me to my back and stares down at me. “We’ll go to the pharmacy here in the morning.”
“Yes, but I think I missed yesterday’s pill, too, Gabe.”
“You aren’t going to get pregnant because you missed one pill.”
“And you know this how?”
“I have a friend who fucked a gynecologist for a while.”
“Why are you not freaking out about this?”
“I don’t freak out about much. We were in the moment. We forgot.”
“We forgot?” My hands flatten on his chest. “Gabe—”