Chapter 23

Skye

As soon as I slide on top of him, I know it’s a good idea. Even if my head is screaming at me that he’s my boss and his daughter is sleeping just down the hall with the new puppy. What I can’t get past is how good I feel with Gabe, and how we seem to just fit effortlessly.

The conversation is always good between us, and he always makes me feel important. I love the way he listens, and the way he looks at me; like he really sees me. Like he’s interested in what I have to say. I’ve never had a guy this intense before. I can see that deep down, there is a lot more to Gabe Bassett than meets the eye.

And when we kiss, my whole body sparks with electricity.

So much so, my core throbs with anticipation. My nipples pebble against my shirt and my heart rate accelerates. The feel of him, as my panties brush against his erection, turns me on so bad that I can’t keep my hands to myself. He may have made the first move when he cupped my face, but I definitely kissed him first. There is something so sexy about that.

He’s strong and masculine, but then tentative when it came to kissing me. I freaking love that.

I also can’t hold back; rubbing my aching sweet spot over his hard cock as he makes this sexy, low groan. His hands move to my hips as they encourage me back and forth. Oh, boy, do I feel him.

All of him.

Our mouths work slowly, testing and tasting as my skin prickles with excitement.

“Gabe,” I whisper between kisses.

He pulls back to look at me with so much lust in his eyes, it brings butterflies to my stomach. One hand slides up from my hip, skating across my ribs and landing on my breast. “Yeah, Red.” He squeezes gently as I gasp. It’s been so long since I let a man touch me.

“Red?” I smile.

He plays with the ends of my hair for a second. “It suits you.”

“I’ve thought about this before, too,” I admit. “About us.”

A smile tugs at his lips. “Doing it just like this?” His voice is hoarse while he pulls my nipple gently through the fabric of my shirt. And even if I have thought about it over and over again, I can’t believe it’s happening.

We’re both acutely aware of the consequences, but neither of us seems to care.

The passion between us is undeniable, as is the chemistry that has been burning since I first saw him in the cafe. Maybe it’s been a little longer for me, but who’s counting?

I glance down to watch his hand playing with me, heat pooling between my legs.

“Your body is perfect,” he mutters.

His words bring warmth to my heart. “It feels so good.”

“What about this?” His other hand skates down to the hem of my shirt, and he slides his fingertips underneath, trailing them up my bare flesh, landing on my other breast.

“Yes, so good.” I reach my hands up to my blouse and begin undoing the buttons. Then I pause, looking in the direction of the hallway.

“She sleeps heavily. Besides, I’ll hear her coming. She’s like a baby elephant.” He smiles.

Oh, God. I stare at him like a buffoon. He’s absolutely gorgeous when he’s like this; carefree, aloof, and that sexy look in his eyes tells me he’s turned on.

I pause as I reach the last button, biting my lip, thinking about his words. “Alright, as long as you’re sure she won’t just appear.”

“I’m sure.” He pulls my other nipple as I open my shirt so he can see my breasts. Luckily, I wore a nice lacy pink bra this morning — that matches my panties — and not my usual comfy cottons.

His eyes flick down and he cusses, which — out of Gabe’s mouth — sounds like a melody.

Both of his hands cup my breasts over the lace of my bralette, caressing both nipples with his thumbs. “Gabe, that feels so good.”

“You’re gorgeous, Red. I was struck by you the first time I saw you,” he says, with two hands full, toying with me. “I acted like a jerk because I had no idea how to act around you.”

I can’t help but giggle. “You seemed pretty sure of yourself.”

He smirks.

I move my hips against him, needing some friction. I just about lose it when he leans forward and inhales into my chest. His lips find my nipple over the fabric, and he sucks it into his mouth. I gasp, watching his mouth tweak me softly, adoringly.

I don’t know how much longer I can hold on with him teasing me, but he seems in no hurry to stop. His touch sears my skin as I rock into him once more, and he hisses.

When his blue eyes meet mine, I feel the connectivity between us — it’s electric.

It excites me that he hasn’t mentioned any other women, and on more than one occasion, he’s told me he hasn’t dated in forever. I don’t like the idea of another woman all over him, and when he runs a thumb over my bottom lip, I want to give myself to him in ways I never thought possible.

“I need to see you.” His voice is hoarse. Without warning, he yanks my bra down and my breasts spill out. His eyes grow heated when he sees my bare flesh. “So fucking beautiful.”

I keep my shirt on, just in case we have to recover ourselves quickly. We’re both taking a risk, but I trust Gabe implicitly. Knowing we have to be quiet makes it even more exciting.

He cups one breast and clamps his mouth down over my nipple as I groan, my hands tugging into his hair.

I rock my hips, his hard cock like steel against my clit as I whisper, “Gabe, I’m close.”

Again, he’s in no hurry to get this over with. If anything, he prolongs my agony, sucking on the other nipple, making sexy noises that drive me insane. I begin again, moving my hips back and forth, effectively dry humping him to gain more friction. To my delight, he grasps my hips and helps me. He wants to get me off, and my orgasm is building rapidly. Of course, Gabe would have a monster dick. Everything else about him screams power and control, and his nether region is no different.

I throw my head back, and this only encourages him to rock me harder against him.

“Do you feel my cock, Skye?” he mutters. “Do you feel how hard you make me?”

“Oh.” This man…

“This is what you do to me. Teasing me with those cute little outfits you wear and those hot as fuck legs and that ass I can’t keep from staring at.” Oh, good lord. “The stars are no match for your pretty eyes. I’ve never seen a woman so fucking beautiful.”

His words set me off on a spiral as I grip his shoulders, my pleasure sending me over the edge. I bite down on my lip to save from calling out his name.

He looks at me with determination and awe as I bounce up and down and he licks my nipple rapidly, tugging and nipping me as I fall under his spell. And I keep falling.

I feel like I’ve been held captive all this time, and Gabe is the one to set me free.

I can safely say no man has ever brought me to orgasm like that. And definitely not with most of our clothes still on.

“Oh, Gabe,” I whisper.

He grins around my breast, and we come to a still. “I need to taste that sweet honey.”

My eyes go wide. Oh, wow.

He’s being such a… cinnamon roll… that I have no freaking willpower to stop. Why would I want to stop?

He rolls me off his lap and onto the couch. I need his clothes off. I need to see his gorgeous, muscled body. I need to touch him, please him, and give him pleasure too.

But he has other plans.

He comes over the top of me, nestling between my legs as he spreads them apart.

“Shirt off,” I pant. “Please, Gabe.”

There’s that sexy smirk again as he looks up at me. He’s so much sexier without that CEO chip on his shoulder. He tugs his shirt at the neck and rips it over his head.

I stare at his bare chest in awe.

Holy fuck, this man works out.

“Jesus,” I mutter, running both my hands up from the hem of his sweatpants, over his abs, and up his chest. His eyes bore into mine as I do. He has the patience of a saint because I want him to screw me senseless, right here, right now. “You’re ripped.”

He chuckles. “Glad to know my gym sessions paid off.”

“They definitely did.” I roam my hands all over him as he watches me. Bravely, I move one hand down to cup his dick and he hisses. God, it’s so big. “Pants off too.”

His lips twitch. “If I take my pants off, I’m going to fuck you on this couch and I won’t be quiet about it.”

My eyes are like a bugs as I try to form words. His dirty words do something to me deep within. My core tugs every time he talks like that. It calls to me on a level that I never knew existed. I massage his dick as he watches me, my palm flattening as I try to read his expression.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

I slip my hand under the fabric of his sweats, cupping him through his boxer briefs.

“Oh,” I moan. “I knew you’d be big, boss, but not this big.”

A low growl leaves his throat as he moves my hand under the elastic of his briefs and I mutter a string of profanities. This thing is more of a monster than I first realized.

His lips twitch. “He’s friendly. Don’t worry.”

I grip him tighter and he moans. It can’t be comfortable for him in there. He’s barely got any room to move. “Off,” I encourage.

“Compromise.” He yanks them down to his thighs, his dick springing free as I sit up slightly to see. “Be a good girl and listen.”

I mean, I’ve seen a few penises before in my time, but none looked like this.

I gape, and he seems to find that amusing.

“My eyes are up here,” he chuckles.

“Screw the eyes, your monster cock is a thing of beauty.” I pull on his smooth shaft as he remains on his knees, his hands spread wide on either side of my head at the edge of the couch.

He grins, watching my hand play with him. “So are you going to let me eat your pussy like a good girl while you try not to scream and wake up the littles ones?” He moves over me, pressing his lips to mine. “Would you like that?”

“You’re asking permission?” I don’t know how I manage to form words. I’m too excited about his growing cock in my hand.

“Always.”

This man. He’s so goddamn sexy.

I nod. “Yes, I’d like it. But I want to play with your dick.”

He hisses as I grab him tighter, his eyes darkening as he pulls my hand away. “Soon. If you keep doing that, I’m not gonna last, and I want to savor this for as long as I can.” I bet he’s the type that can bang all night and keep going like the energizer bunny. I roll my lips at my internal thoughts, and he cocks his head. “Something funny?”

I shake my head. “No.”

He starts to tickle me. “Then why are you laughing?”

“I wasn’t!”

“Yes, you were.”

I grab his wrists to stop the onslaught. “Okay!” I whisper-shout, still laughing. “I was imagining you being the type to go all night like the energizer bunny.”

“Oh, you’ve no idea. When I see something I want, I don’t stop.”

My heart swells.

I stare up at this man. Hovering over me. His beautiful body. His huge cock in my hand and those dark, broody eyes staring at me with passion and fire. Gabriel Bassett is a fucking god! And we haven’t even had sex yet.

He pulls back as I release him. He tugs down his sweats past his knees, but keeps them on. Then he peels my panties off my body as I lift my butt to help him. He tucks them into his pocket as I gape at him, wondering how I’m going to refrain from jumping him.

He spreads my knees as I try to clamp them closed. While I may have thought about it a million times, I honestly never thought we’d be doing this. But Gabe lowers his head, peppering kisses to my inner thighs as he works his way toward my pussy.

I’m wet and throbbing and I gasp when he mutters against my skin, his weekend scruff tickling me in the most exciting way. He keeps his hands on my knees, holding them open as I feel his tongue brush through my slick heat. I almost buck off the couch.

My head flies back as he groans. It’s low and soft but full of so much warmth.

He licks me again, swirling his tongue over my clit and I move my arm over my mouth to bite down on my wrist. If I don’t, I’m going to scream this house — and quite possibly the rest of the farm — down.

“So wet for me,” he mutters. Then he goes to town. He eats me out like a man who has been starving and this is his first meal after a famine. I try to wriggle because the intensity pulls me deeper, my core throbbing. I want more, but the only way I can get more is if he sinks that monster dick inside me. But this… this teasing is something else.

Suddenly he stops. I peek from under my other arm, folded across my eyes.

“Eyes on me when I make you come on my tongue.” My lips part and he adds, “You heard me. Look away and I’ll stop and start again until you can’t bear it for one more second.”

Oh, holy crap. This man could very well be the death of me.