Scandal Never Sleeps (The Perfect Gentlemen 1)

Her breasts filled his palms with a sweet weight. He ran his thumbs across the nipples. The little nubs were already hard. Gabe loved how she squirmed against him and how her breathing picked up when he tweaked those pearls.

“We’re safe here,” he murmured. “We probably should have come here in the first place, but I wanted to see what we could find at Mad’s.”

Her every curve pressed against him, teasing and taunting him. “We had to go there. We have to figure out who killed him or we’ll never be safe again. I can’t let you go to jail.”

He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against his body. “You don’t worry about that. Keeping me out of jail is Roman’s job. But we need to get one thing clear, baby.”

He turned her around, walking her back until she reached the shower wall. He gripped both her hands in one of his and forced them high over her head, leaving her vulnerable and open to his stare, his touch.

“What’s that, Gabriel?” Her tone had gone husky.

“The next time I tell you to hide, you do it.” He loomed over her, intending to imprint his will on her.

She shook her head. “I couldn’t leave you.”

“I almost killed you.”

Her soft, velvet curves were distracting him from his very reasonable lecture. By the way her nipples puckered, despite the warm water, Gabe knew she wasn’t really listening anyway. As he crowded her, he felt the hard points against his chest. Between the water at his back and her skin blanketing his front, he was engulfed in warmth.

“But you didn’t,” Everly replied. “You wouldn’t have. You have to know how scared I was for you. I couldn’t leave you out there alone.”

“Never again, Everly.” He couldn’t hang on much longer—to his temper or his need. He couldn’t lecture her when all he wanted was to be inside her. He let his hand slide down her body, teasing its way to the cleft of her sex. “Tell me you want me again.”

“I want you so much.” Her words came out in a sexy groan.

“Tell me you need me.” He slid a single finger against her clitoris. She was already wet, her needy bud standing hard. His cock jumped at the sensation of her arousal coating his finger.

“I need you.” Her hips wriggled as though she couldn’t stop herself from seeking more of his touch.

“What were you thinking about that made you this wet?” Yeah, he didn’t give a shit about a lecture now, only about how slick she was, how tight she would be around him. He rubbed her clit in rhythmic circles, just enough to coax her whimpers.

“I was thinking about you. I wish we’d never left that hotel. I wish we’d stayed there, that I was still Eve and you were Gabriel. I don’t want the rest of it. But I want you.”

Her words cut through him. He ached for the same thing. He wanted her without all the doubts and suspicions and danger.

He slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her with everything he had. Why wait? Everly had known he would come after her. She was focused on the pleasure he could give her. No doubt, she was ready for him now. She’d known damn straight she wasn’t sleeping alone tonight. Gabe didn’t intend to let her down.

“If you want me, then take me deep. Forget about everything else. All that matters is we’re alive and here with one another.” He kissed her, stroking his tongue against hers before he lifted her and shoved her flat against the wall.

Everly gasped as she wrapped her arms and her legs around him. His cock was so close to the slick heaven he felt desperate to be inside. Her breath sawed in and out of her chest. Her pupils dilated. Heat seared him. In that moment, he felt as if he had been cold all his life until he’d met her.

“Hold on tight,” he demanded.

She clasped her hands behind his neck and locked her ankles at the small of his back. Gabe shifted his hold, grabbing a handful of her ass and lifting her, aligning their bodies. Then he let gravity do the work.

She slid onto the head of his cock, then began enveloping his staff in her tight, blistering grip. He groaned, the sound magnified by the small, enclosed space. As he penetrated deeper, she gasped and her head fell against his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin.

“Gabriel,” she breathed. “It feels so good.”

She was the one who felt good. Every inch of her he claimed made his head spin more. As she lowered onto his cock, he nipped at her neck. Her pulse pounded against his tongue. He held her tighter.

For a long moment, he remained still, letting her get used to the feel of him filling her up entirely. Everly surrounded him. Saturated him. Intoxicated him. She was everywhere as he tasted her skin, drowned in her moans.

His next thrust was an exquisite fight through her tight clasp. She gripped him as if she’d never let go before he slid back into her like a finger through melted chocolate. He sank in again, plunging farther, faster, harder into her sweet depths. Thinking went out the window. Hell, breathing wasn’t far behind. Right now, there was only her.

This was more than sex. It was pure connection. He was bound to Everly in a way he’d never been to another woman, in a way he’d never imagined being to any woman. And right now, the fact that he couldn’t join their bodies in every way possible simply wasn’t acceptable. Gabe wanted her as affixed to him as he felt to her, knowing she was utterly with him in the moment.

“Kiss me,” he demanded gruffly.

She lifted her head. Their gazes collided. Her chest rose hard and fast with every breath as she wriggled on him. With a cry, she surged closer, and her lips crashed over his.

As he drank Everly in, he lifted her until he’d almost withdrawn completely. Then he shifted his grip to push down on her hips, impaling her. “So fucking good.”

She groaned against his lips, and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She surrendered, opening to him and letting him have his way. She gripped his nape, her fingers trying to sink into his severely short hair, silently entreating him to give her more.

With pleasure.

Gabe started to thrust in earnest. Damn it, he wasn’t going to last, but at least he could feel her beginning to tighten arou

nd him. He smiled in savage satisfaction. She wouldn’t last, either. If he timed this right, they could find mind-blowing satisfaction together.

With a little mewl, her eyes drifted closed.

“No. When I’m inside you, you’re my Eve. You look at me while I’m fucking you.” He refused to let her drift—to mentally be anywhere else with anyone else.

Her lashes fluttered open and their stares locked. Beautiful hazel eyes. Sometimes amber, sometimes warm brown, sometimes—like now—so green. Her eyes were warm and giving, almost embracing him. When he looked into those eyes, he couldn’t imagine she was anything but innocent. “I’m here. I’m with you. I need you.”

Primal desire rolled through him. This act was beyond pleasure. Gabe intended to use it to make certain that she was every bit as attached to him as he felt to her. They had to share more than flesh and bliss. They needed honesty. And burying himself inside her while he stared down into her goddamn soul felt as starkly honest as he’d ever been.