Page 87 of If This is Love

AndLord help me, I felt how much he wanted me. Scorching hot,largeandin charge, and firmly pressing against my hip, and I wanted all of him.

Even just against my hip, it felt sogood. I could’ve unraveled right then. It feltso goodto be wanted and touched like this again, and even better because I was being wanted and touched and completely seduced by the only living man I wanted to make me feel this way again.

It felt so good that when his tongue swept through my mouth again, I moaned quietly. Just a little moan, but it was all the encouragement Gabe needed to kiss away from my lips and down my neck. I moved my arms to wrap around his neck and gripped the back of his head, my nails scraping over his scalp as his hands skated everywhere on my bodyexceptwhere I wanted them most it seemed.

Just to encourage him a little more, I picked up one foot and wrapped my calf around his leg, simultaneously pulling him closer and canting my hips forward to press against his. He growled quietly, his hands rubbing the sides of my waist, up and down, up and down, a little closer to the underside of my breasts each time they ascended. I arched against him, giving him a little more encouragement.

Gabe’s lips were suddenly at my ear. “Is it okay if I—”

“Please,” I begged breathlessly, resisting the urge to pant, my head spinning out of control. “Yes, it’s okay. It’s all okay.”

And with those little, breathless words, I unleashed the beast in this man.

His arm locked around my waist, his large bicep and forearm caging me, and he palmed my breast, his hand the perfect size to cover every inch of it, and I whimpered. His teeth grated across the skin where my neck met my shoulder, his thumb locating the straining peak and circling it in a torturously slow, sensual movement.

“So fucking perfect,” Gabe husked, pulling me away from the counter just enough to drag his hand down my back to assertively squeeze my bottom, and that word was suddenly not offensive in theleastto me.

In fact, the way he said it just now made me so hot that I was going to have to change my panties when I changed out of my dress in a little bit. This was hands-down the naughtiest thing I’d ever done in my life, but it feltso right. I just needed to remember later that it feltso rightso I didn’t overthink anything. There was the subtlest nag ofsomethingin the pit of my stomach and the back of my mind telling me this waswrong, wrong, wrong,just like my gold dress waswrong,and so many other things about my life had always beenwrong.

But right now, I was just going to ignore that tiny nagging feeling and focus on the absolutelydeliciousfeel of Gabe’s hands exactly where I wanted them.

My fingers tugged at his close-cropped hair, pulling his head closer and lower as mine dropped backward, and all the breath drained from me. “OhGabe.” I whimpered again as he gripped my behind harder, his strong fingers digging into my flesh and hiking up my skirt. “Lord, you make me feel so beautiful.”

“You are so,sobeautiful,” he graveled against my collar bone, the pads of his fingers connecting with the flesh just beyond the edge of my panties. “I can’t even say the things I want to do to you out loud.”

My breath hitched, and then I panted. “You can’t?”

Gabe pulled his face away from my neck, leveling me with his hot, pewter gaze as he slipped his fingers under my panties and continued to stroke my skin. “Not unless you want to hear some really vulgar shit.”

I couldn’t even see straight anymore. “Maybe you could just show me.”

His eyes flashed with even more heat, and I was a total goner. “Are you sure?”

My head was spinning, my desire in overdrive, and my need for him to satiate the unrelenting ache drove me to impatience, whimpering, “I’m not avirgin, Gabe, you won’t break anything.”

A guttural groan lurched from his throat as he grabbed my bottom with both hands and hoisted me up, spinning me around, and striding to the table. In a blink, I was on my back in the middle of his kitchen table, and Gabe was leaning over me, kissing down my neck and slipping down the straps of my dress. The chilly air suddenly painted my exposed breasts, and he sucked one peak into his mouth while his thumb circled the other.

I was breathing so fast and hard that I was surely hyperventilating. “Oh,baby. You are just right,” I babbled so nonsensically that I didn’t have the sense to second-guess if I shouldn’t have called him that.

I was going half-blind from just his mouth on my breast, and just before he pushed me right off the ledge of pleasure, Gabe pulled away.

He braced his forearm on the table next to my head, leaning his torso over me, his hips between my thighs, and I locked my ankles together around his hips. I was surehe was about to claim my mouth for another scorching kiss, but he just looked at my face, his eyes skimming and flitting all over like he was trying to memorize it. His hand swept all the way down the length of my torso and back up, over my neck to cup my cheek. His thumb swept the line of my jaw, and then he stroked his index finger up my temple and across my forehead, and finally all the way down the slope of my nose.

“I wish I had something better to say to you right now,” Gabe murmured, his hand now traveling down my neck, his finger tracing a line over my collar bone and between the center of my breasts. He gave one a deliciously hard squeeze while he dipped his face and kissed the corner of my mouth.

My chin lifted toward him, my lips silently begging for his. “I think what you’re saying is perfect.” I breathed out all of my air as he trailed the tip of his tongue down the center of my neck. The hot, hard outline of his substantial arousal pressed perfectly right at the center of my panties, which were so wet that they were slipping out of place, andgood God.

The exhilarating, intoxicating flutters were starting to light up my insides. Every part of me was throbbing and pleading for him. I whimpered and moaned with more impatience than a child on Christmas morning, “Please… more.”

I squeezed my ankles tighter behind his back and rocked my pelvis against his rigid bulge, and I was losing my mind. His hand was now skating down the back side of my thigh, lifting my leg and pressing his restrained erection hard against my throbbing, aching, untouched-for-way-too-long center, and my sight was starting to go.

“Ohbaby,” I moaned again, still unaware if I should say that or not but still unable to think. “You hit my spot so perfectly.”

He groaned from deep in his throat and sucked on my neck. “I want toworshipyourspot.”

Yes, hallelujah, and amen.

Gabe clamped his hand around the back of my knee and dragged my bottom to the very edge of the table, his hips now complementing the movement of mine and driving me up the mountain so I could ascend straight toglory.

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