“You still have to make it up to me,” she sang, dancing across the street toward her apartment. “Drinks, a bath, you know what’s next on the list.”
Yes. An orgasm. And he couldn’t wait to make her come again.
* * *
VERONICA FELT AS if she were floating as she breezed into her apartment. Strange that this already felt normal, bringing Gabe home to have sex with him. She hardly felt shy at all. In fact, she felt almost confident.
She’d started the evening off with fear, but she’d gotten through it. She’d gone out instead of staying in. She’d gotten along with his friends. She’d even had fun.
And the best part of all was that it was going to be okay. It really was. He was from New York. He was sexy and smart and accomplished. His friends were beautiful and charismatic and confident. And Veronica had fit right in. She’d never had that in the past.
It felt like a miracle. And now she wanted another one.
She locked her door and walked toward her bedroom, smiling over her shoulder to be sure Gabe was following. “Tonight I want to touch you,” she said.
His gaze had focused on her ass, but he looked up at that. “Yes,” he said, the slight darkness in his voice making it sound more like an order than permission.
God, she liked that. She liked his confidence. She liked him teaching her, because she knew if she wasn’t doing something right, he’d tell her. And if he didn’t tell her, then she knew everything was just the way he liked it.
Veronica shucked her jeans before she even reached the bed. She hoped he liked the black panties she wore. They were boy shorts, not that revealing, but she liked the way they rode up to expose the bottom of her ass.
Gabe did, too, if the heat in his eyes was any indication when she turned around and caught him looking.
She stroked her hands up his chest. “Have I ever mentioned how hot y
ou are?”
“Yes, but you should probably mention it again.”
“Mmm.” She let her hands follow the contours of his muscles, up and over his pecs, and then curving over his strong shoulders. “You’re so sexy,” she whispered. She slid her hands back down, over his chest and belly. She began unbuttoning his shirt. “I want to touch you everywhere.”
He sucked in a breath and she wondered if her knuckles had tickled his stomach. She’d find out later. Right now he was shrugging his shirt off and he was entirely exposed to her from the waist up.
“God,” she murmured, brushing her mouth over his chest as she breathed in the scent of him. He tugged up on her tank top then, and she barely paid attention as she raised her arms. She just took the opportunity to nudge him toward the bed.
He backed up until his legs hit the mattress and when she nudged him again, he fell to his back. The sight of him bare chested and prone on her bed made her laugh with delight. “I love this,” she said, then felt a brief explosion of panic in her veins. “I love having you here,” she clarified so that he wouldn’t get the wrong idea. “I love fucking.”
He grinned as she straddled his thighs, but his grin snapped to a hiss when she traced her fingernails down his belly. “Are you ticklish?” she asked.
“A little.” He sucked in his stomach when she did it again.
“I like that, too,” she responded, but she showed him mercy and pressed her palms against his warm stomach. He was so flat compared to her body, so different. Tightly muscled and lean and dusted with dark hair. She leaned down to lick the thin line of hair that ran from his waistband to his navel. He hissed again and the power of it swept over her as she pushed her hands up over his ribs and then the hard muscles of his chest.
“Come ’ere,” he murmured, his hands rising to cup her face and bring her toward his mouth. She braced her hands on his chest and leaned down to kiss him, only because she liked his hands guiding her. She gave him one long kiss, sweeping her tongue slowly over his before she pulled away. She wanted to taste him everywhere.
She let her cheek drag down his furry jaw, then sucked at the delicate skin just past his Adam’s apple. His hands framed her waist and he sighed as if he’d found a comfortable spot.
Veronica was so turned on she felt almost light-headed. She wasn’t sure why. He’d barely even touched her. But something about the smell of his skin and the feel of his body had everything inside her pulled so tight that it almost hurt. Her heart drummed hard and fast, adding to the dizziness. She loved it.
She tasted her way down his neck to his chest, swirling her tongue around one of his nipples just to watch it tighten for her. She grazed her nose over his chest hair and kissed her way along his ribs.
When she sat up and grinned down at him, he wasn’t smiling anymore. He looked slightly pained.
She looked down to the very significant rise in his jeans. “What’s the matter? Are you uncomfortable?”
“Yes.” When he reached out, she assumed he meant to unbutton his jeans, but instead his hands rose and he very slowly unfastened the front clasp of her bra and spread the straps down her arms. Goose bumps chased over her skin where he touched her, and then his calloused fingertips traced gently around her areolas. She shivered.
“Are you done touching me?” he asked, the words a low rasp.