Page 48 of One Room Vacancy
Then he swirls his fingers over my clit—once, twice—just enough to make my knees go soft, just enough for my hips to jerk forward on instinct.
“I should drop to my knees right now,” he growls. “Taste you like this. Bet you’d be sweet—head tipped back, shaking, moaning my name all over again.”
I press my palm against his chest, but I don’t push him away.
Because, God help me, I want that too.
“You liked it yesterday,” he says, voice low, lips brushing my jaw. “Liked knowing I saw you. Heard you. Bet it turned you on—thinking I might come in and catch you with your hand between your thighs.”
I bite my lip hard enough to hurt.
His free hand skims down to grip my hip. “You’re just as soaked now, and we’re outside.” His mouth ghosts across mine. “Someone could walk out here any second. Does that do it for you, baby? Knowing we could get caught?”
Of course, right then, the door creaks open behind him.
“I swear to God,” Liam calls, his voice already laughing, “every time I play Toto, y’all disappear like horny teenagers.”
Gabe doesn’t move. Just keeps his body blocking mine completely, fingers still tucked between my thighs.
“Get a room!” Liam adds, already fading back inside.
I let out a slow, shaky breath. Of course it’s Liam—fucking Liam.
Gabe’s gaze finds mine again, heated and steady. “Want to?” He nods toward the parking lot. “Go home?”
I shake my head, though it takes everything I have to do it.
“Not tonight.”
It hits like a bucket of cold water.
Which, on a night like this, sweat trickling down the back of my neck, should sound appealing.
But in the context of him? Ofthis?
It’s just cold.
Sudden and sobering.
I feel myself start to crash out, the high of his hands on me, his mouth so close, spiraling into something messier. Something real.
Because it’s never just physical with him, never has been.
With anyone else, I’m good at this part—at not caring, at pretending my chest doesn’t tighten when it ends.
But Gabe?
Gabe’s always been the exception. The one person I can’t sleep with and walk away from unscathed.
And that’s the part I can’t afford to forget.
I can’t get dropped like that again.
Not by him.
Not when I know how much it’ll wreck me.
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