Page 95 of This Kind of Forever
When he speaks, his voice is clear. “You know it’s only ever been you.”
It goes against everything my mother taught me to believe about myself, but when he says things like this, I want to listen. I want to be that woman for him. The one he can’t seem to live without.
I want to be Gabe’s one and only.
Once the rest of my clothes are on the floor, I step through the glass door Gabe is holding open for me. The mist from the shower head hits me instantly, water droplets sliding down my skin.
I reach toward him, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead. “I’m sorry for the other day, with your family. I’m tryingsohard to be what you need. To be ready for you. Us. But I need you to know that, for me, it hasalwaysbeen you.”
A rush of emotions hit me, just as Gabe’s mouth descends on mine. I meet his kiss with fervour, threading my fingers through the wet strands of his hair. Our slick bodies come together, strong muscle meeting soft curves and divots. His cock begins to harden between us.
When I eventually manage to separate our lips, I slide to my knees. The tiles bite into my skin, but I pay them no mind. Instead, I drag my gaze up to meet a pair of intense brown eyes.
“What are you doing?” Gabe asks, tone ragged.
“Showing you that I want you,” I reply. “And I do. So much that itaches.”
Try as I may to deny myself, Gabe has been and always will be a part of me. From the moment I met him, he stole my heart, and all these years, he’s kept it safe. Even when I was hours away, out of reach.
“Show me.”
With his permission granted, I wrap my hand around his cock. Admittedly, this is one part of sex I’ll admit I’m not half bad at. Maybe because the focus isn’t on me. I’m much more comfortable on the sidelines, helping someone else get off.
But Gabe also makes me feel bold. More confident. He makes me feel like no matter what I do, he’ll come undone at my hands.
I keep my grip firm, like I know Gabe prefers. And then I spit on his cock.
“Hallie,holy shit.”
I blink up at him, feigning innocence. “Something wrong?”
Gabe swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Just surprised me, is all.”
I work my hand up and down his shaft. And then I wrap my lips around his tip, swirling my tongue.
Gabe gathers my hair in his fist, holding it like a ponytail. “You like having your mouth on my cock, baby?”
In answer, I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks. Gabe tightens his grip on my hair, letting out a groan. I take another inch.
“So good, baby,” Gabe murmurs. “Sofuckinggood.”
That spurs me on. I want it to be good for him. So good, he can’t think straight. I want him to come down my throat.
Before I can go any further, Gabe grabs me by the elbows, hauling me to my feet. I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s slamming his lips against mine, kissing me.
“Need to be inside you,” he murmurs.
“Yes.”
Gabe hikes my left leg over his hip, opening me to him. My lips part as I feel the tip of his cock nudging my entrance. If he tipped his hips forward just a little…
A shock of cold water hits me then, making me gasp. Gabe grapples for the temperature dial, shutting the shower off completely.
“Crap,” I say. “I was doing a bunch of laundry and dishes earlier. I must’ve used too much hot water.” Me and my damn brain. What a day to go on a cleaning spree.
With a chuckle, Gabe drops his forehead to mine. I press a quick kiss to his lips, then tug on his hand, pulling him out of the shower. We were having such a good moment. I’ll be damned if a little cold water gets in our way.
When I’m standing in front of the double sinks, Gabe at my back, I swipe a hand over the fogged mirror. Then I meet his gaze in the reflection.
