“You should.” She brushed another kiss on my neck. I groaned, grabbing her body and pulling her hard against me. “Sometimes, the appetizers are better than the main course.”
At that, I laughed. “Oh yeah? Prove it.” I put my hands behind my head and winked.
“Rule number one.” She traced the outline of my jaw with her finger. “Never let your guard down.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I may just take you up on your offer.” With a smirk she pushed up my shirt and started licking.
Licking.
She was licking me.
And I was liking it.
Way. Too. Much.
“Say—”
And then she bit me, right where she’d licked me. There was sucking, something that I could only describe as swirling even though I knew it sounded insane. And more kissing.
I fought to keep my hips from driving toward her — from making this more than just kissing.
Her teeth nipped at my lower stomach where my jeans met skin, and then that damn tongue of hers went to work again.
I couldn’t focus on anything because my vision kept going blurry, so I closed my eyes.
Her hands dipped behind me, gripping my ass and then gripping harder as her fingers dug into flesh and then started to slowly massage.
Erotic, yes. Relaxing, even more so.
And before I knew it. I was getting sleepy. Not because I wasn’t as turned on as hell, but because she was just — everywhere. I felt her everywhere. I was like a fat happy cow before getting sacrificed. No doubt about it, I was going to most likely explode from want.
But in that moment… I savored every damn touch.
And allowed myself to succumb — to her.
Chapter Forty-Four
Funny — I’d never realized how stressed out Gabe was until I finally saw him resting. His face was slack, his jaw unclenched. He was male beauty personified — and all mine. For now, at least. For now, he was mine. —Saylor
Saylor
The bastard fell asleep.
I laughed softly and tucked my body next to his on the couch. My stomach was grumbling, but I decided to nap for a bit with him before ordering food. The minute my head fell against his chest, he wrapped his arms around me.
Gabe’s mouth found mine again.
We kissed, lazily kissed, neither one of us reached for each other, we merely lay there and let our lips graze and nip at one another.
It felt beautiful.
If our first kiss was a chaotic symphony exploding with all the wrong notes in the wrong places — our third kiss? Our fourth? Were a song. A very pretty, perfectly played, song.
“I miss her,” he whispered against my hair. “I miss her so much. How can I be so happy to be with you, to be in your arms? How can I want you so badly? Yet still miss her?” Gabe’s eyes didn’t open, if anything he squeezed them shut tighter and pulled me against him.
“Because…” I played with his golden hair, in the firelight it looked like a halo. “She was your first love, and every day you see her face you’re reminded that although she’s still here — she isn’t.”