Page 23 of A Lot Like Adiós
“Bring the fucking suitcase,” she hissed. “You’re not going anywhere.”
He gave her a long look, then grabbed the suitcase and stepped back, extending a hand toward the staircase. “Lead the way.”
That sexy glare shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did. He was still angry with her, still didn’t want to stay here, but he’d never stopped wanting her. The thought of getting hernaked and finally learning his way around that hot little body of hers was convincing him that maybe he could stay here for just a little longer.
The one who got away, Fabian had called her. And even though they’d never technically dated or had sex, Gabe couldn’t deny that it felt that way with Michelle. She was the one person who’d haunted his thoughts all these years, who made him wish things had been different so they could be together.
Michelle ascended the stairs like a queen. Gabe followed with his eyes glued to her shapely butt—barely covered by her pajama shorts—as it swayed side to side, entrancing him. He gripped the wooden bannister so tight, he wouldn’t have been surprised if it splintered under his hand. His heart felt like it was going to burst from needing her, and his cock was rock hard, tenting the front of his sweats.
Holy shit.
They were really doing this.
Really about to have sex.
He wasreallyabout to havesexwithMichelle.
At the top of the stairs, she grabbed his hand and they moved down the hallway, but when he would have turned to her old bedroom, she pulled him toward the room he’d slept in the night before. Gabe balked, rearing back like a horse spotting a snake.
“I can’t have sex with you in your brother’s bed,” he whispered.
“We’re definitely not doing it in my mom’s craft room,” Michelle shot back. “She’ll know. And why are you whispering?”
He didn’t know why he was whispering. Something aboutbeing in this house full of old memories made him feel like a kid again.
“Come on.” She pulled on his hand. “It’s not my brother’s room anymore and besides, the bed in there is bigger, and you, my friend, are a very big boy.”
And then she shot a look at his crotch and smirked.
For years, Gabe had imagined this moment. Never in his wildest dreams would he have guessed it would go quite like this. Shit, it wasn’t even seven in the morning.
Gabe took a deep breath and let Michelle draw him into the room, which thankfully no longer looked like it had when her brother, Junior, lived here. The posters of cars and Janet Jackson had been replaced by watercolor paintings of Old San Juan and Rome. And the window overlooked the backyard, which meant he didn’t have to worry about his parents being able to see inside.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had to consider something like that.
Michelle ducked into the adjoining bathroom while Gabe stored his suitcase in the corner by the closet. When she came back, she carried an unopened box of condoms. Moving to the nightstand, she ripped the box open and set it down.
Gabe raised an eyebrow, but she stood with her back to him. He waited near the end of the bed, unsure how to proceed. Should he go up behind her? Wait for her to come to him? Fuck, this was awkward.
Before he could decide, Michelle stripped her tank top over her head. Gabe’s breath backed up in his throat at the sight of herbare back, and he almost choked when she shoved her shorts and panties down, giving him a full view of that gorgeous ass of hers. She reached up to pull the clip from her hair. Raven waves cascaded down her back, obscuring the bird tattoo below her neck. He’d have to examine that more thoroughly later. And then she turned to face him.
Chest tight, he didn’t move. Her body was a revelation—narrow shoulders, full breasts that had always held a siren song over him, dusky pink nipples that he knew were as soft as rose petals, round hips that flared out from a trim waist, and strong dancer’s legs. She was thicker than she’d been in high school, but she looked strong, confident, and sexy as hell.
Staring at her breasts, all he could think about was the last time he’d touched them. Tasted them. And how it had all gone so wrong.
This was probably a mistake, but he didn’t fucking care. Years of pent-up desire screamed at him to close the distance between them.
Instead, he growled, “Get over here.”
A mischievous light sparked in her eye, and she pounced on him. He caught her in his arms and their mouths crashed together.
Unlike their friendship, the kiss picked up right where they’d left off all those years ago.
Back then, their kiss had been breathless and exploratory, fueled by surprise and marijuana. This kiss was rough and angry, and unbelievably hot, inflamed by years of unresolved sexual tension and emotions Gabe didn’t want to name. He ate at hermouth with his lips and tongue, unable to get enough. Michelle knocked his hat off, skimming her fingers through his short hair. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she arched her body against his. Gabe held her close, fusing them together, reveling in the feel of her tight little body pressed to his. Her curves fit perfectly against the planes and angles of his frame, and his cock hardened further, nudging at her belly. She was like living fire in his embrace, and he didn’t care if he got burned.
“I’m still mad at you for trying to leave,” she mumbled between kisses.
He nipped her lower lip with his teeth. “And I’m still pissed at you for trapping me in the Bronx.”
