Trust Me (One Night with Sole Regret 11)

“Goodnight,” Melanie said, tugging at the hem of Gabe’s shirt. Lucky for her, he could take a hint.

Gabe steered Melanie toward the bedroom and soundly shut the door behind them. “Undress,” he said, the command in his tone making her thighs quiver.

She presented her back to him and shifted her heavy curls over her shoulder. “Unzip me,” she requested.

He bent to brush his lips against the sensitive skin just under her nape as he slowly lowered the zipper at her back. She was trembling with anticipation by the time her dress fell loose at her waist. She slid the straps from her shoulders and let the garment drop to her feet.

“I’ve been thinking about what you were wearing under that dress all evening,” he murmured in her ear.

With Gabe’s flick of the light switch, the lamps beside the bed came on, and she heard him blow out a slow breath. She stood perfectly still as he checked out her backside. She knew the lace that hung from the narrow strip of black satin circling her hips did more to show off her ass than to conceal it. And she did enjoy wearing sexy underwear, even when she didn’t have a man to show it off to. She liked wearing it almost as much as she liked Gabe picking it out and then taking it off her.

“I was hoping you were wearing your belly chain.” His finger slid beneath the slender chain that was attached to a piercing in her belly button. She only wore the chain when she was feeling particularly bold and sexy. Gabe made her feel both. “So glad you never disappoint.”

His fingers pinched the back fastening of her bra and it sprang loose. He kissed her spine as he brushed the bra straps from her shoulders, and her bra hit the floor without him taking so much as a second glance at it. So he liked panties. She made a mental note to surprise him by going braless on occasion. He moved her hair to rest it against her bare back again, then gave her ass a swat that made her jump.

“Now walk away, baby,” he whispered. “Real slow.”

Smiling to herself, she stepped over the puddle of her black dress and crossed the large master bedroom toward the en suite bathroom, loving the way her high heels made her feel when she wore nothing else but a pair of panties, a belly chain, and a grin.

“Fuck me,” he muttered.

“We’ll get to that.”

“You’re exquisite,” he said. “Those legs of yours . . . Dear God.”

She had thousands of squats and lunges to thank for those legs. She was glad someone appreciated her hard work.

“Turn around,” he said. “Slowly now, so you don’t make my heart stop.”

She laughed, delighted by his compliment, and started to turn.

“Okay, stop,” he said, throwing up a hand when she hadn’t managed even a quarter of a revolution. “I need to be naked for this.”

God, she loved this man. Every fucking thing about him. She stopped in midturn and watched over her shoulder as his shirt, shoes, jeans, and underwear went flying. He even removed his Texas Rangers cap. She pressed her lips together around her tongue to hold in her amusement as he took a deep breath and planted his hands on both bare hips.

“Okay, continue,” he said. “But slowly.”

As she turned—slowly—she watched his already hard cock thicken even more and point upward at a sharp angle. Her hips tilted reflexively to accept all he had to offer.

“I can’t decide if I like your back or front better,” he said, his eyes searching her nearly nude body. “Or the top or the bottom.”

“You don’t have to pick. It’s all yours.”

His belly tightened, making his cock jerk. She didn’t bother to squelch the shudder of desire that pulsed through her.

“Would you like me to take my panties off now?” she asked, shifting her shoulders back to lift her bare breasts.

He bit his lip, and then after a few seconds, gave a curt nod. She lowered her panties slowly, sliding the fabric over the curve of her hips, down her thighs, calves, and ankles, before stepping out of them. She lifted the sexy underwear and held them out in front of her. “I also have this design in red, in white, and in pink, if you’d like me to model them all.”

“You’ll have to show them to me some other time,” he said, taking one step closer and then another.

Her heart rate kicked up. What was it about being stalked by the man she loved that was such a turn-on? When other men showed her the same attention, it might creep her out or frighten her or even make her angry. But when Gabe looked at her like he wanted to devour her whole, she handed him a fork.

She swallowed hard and licked her lips when he stopped moving to stand directly in front of her. The head of his cock was a fraction of an inch from her bare skin, and she didn’t have the willpower to keep from swaying toward him so that it brushed her lower belly. Even though Melanie was in heels and almost five foot ten, Gabe was too tall to slide his cock between her thighs without certain adjustments.

“You can see that I want you,” he said, shifting his hips slightly to rub his tip against her. “But do you want me as much?”

“You can’t tell by looking at me?” Though the room was warm, her nipples were hard and swollen, and the flush on her skin had nothing to do with embarrassment.

He bent his knees and used his hand to slide his cock between her slightly parted thighs, rubbing against the hot, achy, slippery flesh between her legs. Her breath erupted in an excited huff.

“I think maybe you do want me,” he said, staring into her eyes.

“Maybe?” She squirmed against him, hoping he might slip inside her. “There’s no maybe. I want you. I always want you.”

“But not as much as I want you.”

“How can you possibly know that?”

“You’re not moaning my name.”

She straightened and pressed her hands against his hard chest, the barbell that pierced his nipple impossible to ignore. “And you’re not moaning mine.”

“Melanie,” he moaned, sounding more like a ghost than an enthusiastic lover. “Melanieeeee.”

Giggling, she slapped his chest. “How can anyone get into the mood with you joking around all the time?”

He turned his head and lifted one eyebrow. “You don’t like to have fun in bed?”

“I love to have fun in bed.”

“Then we’d better get in there and start having fun.” He made suggestive eyes in the direction of the mattress.

Instead of making a wild leap for the bed, Melanie grabbed him firmly by the jaw and turned his face toward hers. His gorgeous green eyes blurred out of focus as she drew close enough to claim his mouth in a heated kiss. He groaned, his hands sliding to her ass to shift their bodies closer together.

She wasn’t sure how she ended up on the bed, but the next thing she knew, she was sprawled on her back, and Gabe was kneeling on the floor between her legs, sucking and licking and rubbing his lips over her swollen clit until she was writhing in ecstasy.

“Oh God, I’m close,” she said. “Don’t stop. Don’t—”

He didn’t listen, damn him. Instead he rose to his feet and guided himself into her with one hand. Her few seconds of disappointment as her impending orgasm slipped away were entirely forgotten as he pounded into her, deep and hard, starting at a slow, grinding tempo and increasing his speed until she shattered in exquisite bliss. He didn’t follow her over the edge but kept her suspended in shuddering aftershocks for eternal moments before slowing his tempo again. She quickly began to ride his next wave to the stars and pried opened her eyelids to watch him. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his brow was tight with intense concentration. He worked so hard to please her, and it always paid off. Sweat trickled down his hard chest and the sharp valley between his flexing abs as he worked his pelvis against her clit with every deep, churning stroke.

“Yes, Gabe, just like that,” she encouraged as the first sparks of orgasm danced along her nerve endings. “Don’t stop. So close. So cl—”

And he pulled out, dropping to his knees and sending her over the edge with his mouth. She clung to the covers, her back arching off the mattress, a shout of triumph escaping her lips. He leaned back to catch his breath and to allow her to tumble back down to earth. When she reached for him, he pressed a hand against her belly to keep her on her back and then returned to feasting on her overstimulated pussy. She doubted it was possible to reach orgasm again, but Gabe was relentless. Not wanting him to stop before she

hit her peak this time, she didn’t tell him when she was close, but something in the way her body was twitching must have provided sufficient evidence because just as she broke, he pulled his mouth away and stood again, finding her, claiming her orgasm with his cock. Her internal muscles gripped him hard, tugging at him, inviting him to follow her to nirvana.

“Fuck,” he muttered and pulled out.

She felt the first pulse of his cum against her clit.

“Fuck,” he said again, and pushed back inside her.