Gabe ran his hands down my back, cupping my backside. His tongue sought mine hungrily. He pulled me against him, and I could feel his erection. I clung to him, thrilled to be back in his arms and desperate for him to be inside me, to claim me as his again.
He pulled back, breathing hard. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
I needed that too. I nodded, pulling him toward the bedroom.
He shook his head. “I literally don’t have time for that.”
“Uh…okay.” I looked around. There was the couch and a wall, but before I could suggest either, he lifted me up and headed straight for the island in the kitchen.
Come to think of it, he had mentioned something about the island before.
Little icy thrills ran through me as he positioned himself between my legs. He undid my blouse, more slowly than he likely had time for, and looked at me worshipfully. “You’re so beautiful.” He ran his fingers gently down my bare skin. “It almost hurts to look at you.”
I blushed in pleasure. Sitting on the granite island in the middle of his kitchen, in just my bra and the morning light, I somehow did feel beautiful, even though I was also raw and exposed. It was the way he looked at me. “Thank you.”
He kissed my neck, sending hot tremors down my skin. “It’s my pleasure, babe.” Gabe gently unhooked my bra, and I lifted up so he could pull off my skirt and panties. I was naked before him. He kicked off his jeans, and we were finally touching each other, skin against skin. It had only been a few days since we’d made love, but I needed him desperately with a keening emptiness I needed him to fill.
He trailed hot kisses over my shoulders and my neck, rubbing his cock against my wetness, getting us both slick. The granite was cold against my naked skin, but I felt as if I were on fire, lit up from within.
“I’m ready,” I said, my breath coming out in hot little pants. “I need you.”
He grunted, notching the head of his cock at my entrance. He stilled for a moment. “I’m gonna go slow to start. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I threw my head back, breathing hard, as he inched himself into me. I wanted to feel all of him, to be filled by him, and I never wanted to let go. He held my hips as he started to thrust into me, gently at first, letting my body adjust to his. Then he entered me fully.
I threw back my head and moaned.
“Is it okay?” His voice was a hoarse whisper.
I nodded, giving him permission to take me the way he wanted. “It’s deep…and it’s so, so good.”
He grunted, sliding his hands under my ass and pulled me against him, driving into me with urgency. He rocked me back and forth against the counter. The hard granite was a cool contrast to his fluid, hot strokes. Gabe’s hands gripped my ass. All the muscles on his torso strained as he pumped his cock into me. My vision blurred.
“I’m not gonna last like this,” he grunted.
It didn’t matter. He spread my folds open with his fingers and found my clit, rubbing it, and the orgasm hit me hard, taking over. I leaned back and cried out, feeling every hot inch of him as he continued to pump into me. He cursed when he came a moment later, and I could feel his warmth spreading inside me, hot and deep. My muscles squeezed around his cock, and I felt triumphant, satisfied in a primal way.
I don’t think I’d ever used the word “primal” in a thought before I met Gabe. But it seemed entirely appropriate now. For fuck’s sake, as he would say, I had it bad.
We clung to each other afterward, our bodies entwined. I felt sated, exhausted, and a little sad, because I knew we were about to separate again.
Gabe blew out a deep breath and hugged me to him, kissing my hair. “Five minutes with you isn’t gonna cut it. I need a lifetime.”
Something twisted deep within me at his words. He tapped my chin, so I raised my eyes to his. Then he gently kissed me. “I forgot to tell you something.”
“What?” I asked, a little breathlessly.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Good.” He grinned at me, making my heart skip a beat. “Now stop enticing me with that hot body of yours and all that blonde hair. I have to get back to work.”
Before I headed down to the lab my phone buzzed.
“Ms. Taylor, it’s Jennifer Schilling. I spoke with Mr. Warren last night and passed along your message.”
“Thank you.” I waited.