42 Hours (Time for Love 3)

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Gaby pulled away and gave me a small smile.

“I explained that I was sorry, that he didn’t do anything wrong, and that I didn’t want what happened between us to mess up his friendship with TJ and Cal.”

“You did all you could, Gabs,” I assured her, running the back of my hand along her cheek. “He’s upset, but he’ll be fine.”

She nodded slightly and brought her hands to rest on my hips.

“Brock is a good man, and a great friend, but he wanted to put me on a pedestal, and I want to be with a man who sees me as a partner,” Gaby continued, her blue eyes drilling her words into me. “I told him that it’s always been you.” She pulled me closer against her and dipped her head farther back so she could maintain eye contact. “For me, Scott … it’s always been you.”

As her words filled me, relief hit, and I lowered my head to capture her lips with mine. She met them eagerly as her hands began to explore my body, pausing on my nipples when I shivered at her touch. When she pinched and rolled them between her fingertips, I groaned against her mouth and ran my teeth over her lower lip.

The damn broke and I maneuvered her backward toward the couch, lifting her shirt over her head and throwing it to the floor. As she f

isted one hand in my hair, I ran my hands over her breasts, freeing them from the delicate cups so I could rub my palm over the pointed peaks. Her breath caught slightly as she ran her tongue up my neck, pausing to whisper, “Yes,” throatily in my ear. That one word shot straight to my cock and I lost control.

I turned her around, kissing the back of her neck, her shoulders, and her upper back, as my fingers worked to unclasp her bra. I pushed it to the side and she let it slide off. I began to rain kisses along her spine, and my vision blurred when she bent before me, lowering her shorts to the ground and giving me the perfect view of her luscious ass. I ran my hand over her silky panties, enjoying the feel of it beneath my palm, before I ran my fingers underneath the seam.

“Scott,” Gaby breathed out on a moan, the desire in her voice turning me harder than iron.

“God … keep talking, Gabs,” I urged as I slipped my fingers under her panties and found her wet center. “I fucking love it.”

Encouraged by my words, or my fingers inside her, Gaby moaned loudly and gave me what I wanted.

“Yes, Scott … That feels so good.”

Nearly mad with need, I brought my finger to the string of her panties and ripped them from her body before plunging my fingers deep inside her. She writhed against my hand and I bent her farther over the back of the couch.

“Are you on the pill, Gabs?” I asked, while I prayed to God that she’d say yes.

“Yes,” she replied softly as she pushed back against my hand.

I positioned myself at her entrance and eased in slowly, the sounds coming from her throat making me want to slam into her. I didn’t want to hurt her though, so once I buried myself deep inside of her, and knew she was ready, I pulled out and slammed back in. The feel of her tight heat wrapped around me felt amazing. That coupled with her breathy “yes’s” and the feel of her ass slapping against me, made for a Molotov cocktail that was ready to explode.

I knew I was close already, so I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her tighter against me, giving myself room to reach around and gain access to her clit. As soon as I touched her, she bucked against me, and I was lost. I concentrated on pleasing her until I felt her walls pulsate around me, then I let go and followed her over the edge.

When I was able to form a coherent thought again, I brought my lips to Gaby’s neck and kissed her delicately. “Are you okay?” I asked, grinning when I heard her panting beneath me.

“Mmmmhmmm,” was her response.

“I’m sorry,” I began, nowhere near sorry. “I meant to be more … civilized, our first time.”

“That was perfect,” she purred beneath me. “Besides, it wasn’t our first time.”

I opened my eyes to find her smiling over her shoulder at me.

“True,” I said, returning her smile as I stood up and helped her do the same. “Still, I feel like I need to make up for my savage behavior, and show you that I know how to properly make love to a lady.”

Gaby giggled, and I felt like I’d conquered the world at the site of her face, free of the worry and sadness that had been there the last couple days.

I made a show of offering her my hand and escorting her back to my bedroom, causing her to laugh again.

“I’m just going to take a minute,” Gaby said, pointing towards the master bath. I nodded and let her go, then sat on the edge of the bed.

A few moments later, she opened the bed with a smile and gave me a quick kiss. When she climbed into my bed and laid back, her hair splayed out over my pillows and her naked body warm and rosy from our lovemaking, I knew that I had never had a happier moment in my life.

Feeling more carefree than I probably ever had, I leaped onto the bed after her, laughing along with Gaby as she bounced around my king-sized bed.