Cuffed by His Charm (Dirty Little Secrets 4)

His eyes smolder. Literally, smolder with desire. God, it makes me want him. I crave him in ways I’ve never craved any man. It’s a hunger that’s as raw as it is intense, and I need to taste him. Knowing that Gabe has a thing for seeing me wet, I slowly lower to my knees, the water rushing across my face. I lean away from the stream only to smile at him when I grab his hefty cock.

“Yeah, baby,” he says, brushing his thumb across my lips. I take his finger into my mouth, sucking on him, showing him what I plan to do. His devilish smile tells me he’s excited.

When he drops his hand, I move back into the stream so the water is falling down my shoulders, giving him the visual I want him to have, and I angle my bottom out, so I tease him, tempt him. When I hear him moan, I take his dick into my mouth, sucking on the very tip, loving his louder moans echoing in the shower.

I glance up as I play, finding his head tossed back, and I can’t help but stare at the gorgeous lines of his body. Muscle after muscle, the desire rushing through me is why I stroke him harder, suck faster, until his hands are on my head, and he’s groaning as I enjoy every hard inch of him. But then his hand is there, and he steals his cock from me, stroking himself fast and hard, and angling himself up, showing me what he wants. I lower down a bit, sucking his sac into my mouth, playing with each testicle. After another low groan, he backs away, angling his cock out to me again and I stroke him.

I shiver at the way he’s watching me. I’ve never had anyone look at me like this, it’s beyond what I’ve ever known about sex. It’s ravenous and wild and rough, and his passion bleeds into the air between us as he begins thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth as if it belongs to him.

And when I do as he wants, taking him deep into my throat, he backs away and then leans down and seals his mouth across mine. It’s not a kiss that’s sweet and romantic, it’s hard and demanding and dominating in the best kind of way.

“Goddammit, you are so fucking sexy,” he growls. “Come here.” He assists me to my feet and turns me toward the stone bench in his shower. It’s then I see the condom that he must have placed there when he first entered the shower, and he reaches for it, applying the latex over his hardened flesh quickly.

With the condom in place, he grabs my foot, placing it on the bench, the water a steady stream on my bottom as he teases my slit with the tip of his cock before he’s sliding inside. One hand on my shoulder, the other on my hip, his fingers dig into my flesh as he begins thrusting his hips. The fullness of him is all that I need and more, and I’m soon bathed in darkness, lost in the pleasure he’s offering. But then his arm is sliding through both of mine, dragging me up, my back to his chest, and he’s pumping his hips with a force that leaves no misunderstanding that he loves taking me in the shower.

My eyes pinch shut, the hardness of his cock bringing an intensity that leaves my screams echoing the sound of his body slapping against mine.

“Christ, you’re tight,” Gabe groans, slapping my ass.

“You’re so hard,” I barely manage, while his shaft brushes against a perfect spot inside that steals all the control I have over my body.

He’s controlling me now, telling me what to feel and how to feel it.

As I begin to slip against the water-drenched bench, Gabe turns me slightly and hooks my leg onto his arm. I rest my hand on the bench, giving him the angle he needs, and with a growl he’s inside me again. Without a hitch to his rhythm, he’s pounding against me, and I’m screaming against the perfection of his beautiful cock. The water’s making our skin slippery and apparently, he likes that, because he’s never taken me like this. Not so rough, so feral . . .

His pelvis pounds against me, his cock so hard that it doesn’t feel real, his deep growls shivering against me.

“Look at me.”

I force my eyes open and meet a gaze that burns, as he adds, “Always look at me when we come.”

His brows are drawn, cheeks flushed, mouth parted, and with the water dripping off, I’m sure it won’t take much to send me over the edge. But truly, it’s his eyes that send me soaring. There’s a lot there burning in their depths, but most of all, I see the way he hungers for me. Somehow having a man like Gabe crave me so intensely tips the scales of my building pleasure. I force my eyes to stay open as his mouth pinches shut, and his expression becomes focused.

His cock is hardening and widening inside me, and that’s when I can’t look at him, no matter how much I want to. The pleasure taking me under drowns me completely, and I know nothing but the euphoria blasting across my soul.

Sometime later, I realize that he’s lowered us onto the bench. I’m sitting on his lap, my head resting back against his shoulder, the water rushing over our knees, his chest lifting and falling quickly behind me.

I laugh softly. “So, you like shower sex, huh?”

He shifts me a little so I can meet his gaze that, while softer, still holds that dominant edge that I’m growing to feel very fond of. “No, I don’t like shower sex. I love you sex.”

I chuckle as he slides his hand across my face, and his expression intensifies, his smile gone. “I want this, you know that, right?”

“You want more shower sex?”

A hint of a smile curves his mouth. “Well, I certainly wouldn’t object, but what I meant was I want this to work out between us. I’ll fight like hell to make sure nothing comes between us.”

I place my hand over his and lean into his touch. “You and me both.”

And I can only hope it’ll be enough.

Chapter 10

McKenna

Minutes after noon the next day, I follow Gabe through the underground parking garage of a high-rise in the Financial District. I’m still nursing my second cup of coffee after a quick egg sandwich at Gabe’s place, and I’m wondering why he insisted we get dressed and leave his apartment, instead of staying tangled in the sheets until Ryder called.

When we pass beneath an overhead fluorescent light that’s flickering, the heaviness in my eyelids reminds me I’m not quite myself, a bit on edge, and this second coffee isn’t hitting the spot. I sip it anyway, hoping for a miracle, and glance at Gabe striding next to me. “Care to enlighten me on why we’re here?” I ask him.