Too Tempting (The Lewis Cousins 1)

And sweaty.

And breathing hard.

I sucked my lip between my teeth as I looked him over, and was taken aback when I realized I was getting fired up again.

Gabe’s eyes narrowed on my lip and he asked, “Are you taking a nap?”

“No,” I replied vaguely, mortification warring with desire within me.

I could see the light dawn in Gabe’s eyes, and I wanted to die. I laid down quickly, throwing the covers over my head as I tried to curl into a ball and disappear.

What were the chances that Gabe would let this go and leave me alone?

The covers were ripped away and I had my answer.

Gabe’s hands came under my arms and he lifted me from my ball and set me on my knees on the mattress in front of him. His eyes were like chocolate lava cake. I could feel the heat from his chest in front of me, and his pillowy lips were open in surprise.

Desire won out.

“What were you doing in here?” he asked gruffly.

“Gabe,” I pleaded, not wanting to say it out loud, even though we both knew what I’d been doing.

“Say it.”

I looked at him under my lashes and whispered, “Masturbating.”

Even though he’d guessed, he sucked in a breath at my admission, and his eyes turned molten.

“Why?”

My gaze darted away, and my brain scrambled.

“Tell me, Zoey,” Gabe said, moving even closer. “What made you so hot that you had to leave the field?”

I took a deep breath, deciding to go balls out and just tell him the truth. I didn’t think he’d think less of me, even if it was an embarrassing thing to admit.

“You,” I replied, the sexual diva from earlier making another appearance. I shuffled forward on my knees so there was barely a breath between us, and put my hands to his chest. “Watching you play … your shirt off, your muscles rippling … the way you took charge and commanded the field; it drove me a little crazy.”

The words had barely left my mouth when his control snapped. One second I was on the bed, the next I was lifted. His mouth hit mine as my feet hit the floor, and we were moving. It was hot, fast, and felt like it was teetering on dangerous.

In other words, the best thing I’d ever experienced in my life.

One hand was in his hair, the other at the dip of his lower back, and I was fighting to keep up.

“Turn,” he said, and I immediately complied, my hands going to the wall to brace.

My head fell forward as I tried to pinpoint what was happening. He was everywhere. Hands pulling my short to the ground, lifting my shirt so it bunched up around my chest, exposing my breasts. Then one hand was pinching my nipple as the other grabbed my ponytail, yanking it back, and his lips were at my neck.

“I love that you touched yourself in my bed.” His breath was hot on my ear as he spoke softly, then ran his tongue along the lobe, down my neck, stopping to suck the spot where it met my shoulder. “So fucking hot.”

I whimpered, the sound of his voice, his teasing hand, and the feel of his hard cock against my bare ass becoming too much to handle.

“Gabe,” I pleaded shamelessly.

“Tell me,” he demanded, and I felt him pulling his shorts down behind me

“I need…”