Page 24 of A Lot Like Adiós
She had the nerve to laugh, a deep throaty sound that shot heat straight through him. Then she grabbed the waistband of his pants and yanked them down. “Let’s go.”
This was what happened when you worked in a gym. You started to view gym clothes as real clothes, which made it way too easy for a naked woman to pull your pants down.
It made quite the case for sweatpants as day wear.
Clad in a T-shirt and boxer briefs, Gabe glanced down at his pants around his ankles. “¿Así?”
“Don’t be sentimental,” she said with a teasing grin.
“All right, it’s like that.” He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, taking care to flex as much as humanly possible while he did it. Once the shirt was off, he grinned at the stunned look on Michelle’s face.
“Holy fucking shit, Gabe. Do you even lift, bro?”
That startled a deep laugh out of him, but it turned into astrangled gasp when she pressed her palms to his pecs and ran them down his muscles—straight toward his cock.
“Mich—” he gasped, and she shook her head.
“We’ve wasted enough goddamn time, Gabe. Don’t mess around.”
God, she was amazing. As direct and irreverent as she’d always been, but somehow even sexier. “Whatever you say, babe.”
Her hair was loose, so he sank his hands into the long mass of it, holding on for dear life as she gripped the waistband of his underwear and carefully peeled them off him.
He was already rock hard. He’d been fighting off an erection since the moment she’d confronted him at the bottom of the stairs in a skimpy little pajama set. From his higher vantage point, he’d gotten a good look at the valley between her breasts. Then she’d had to go and cross her arms, and the sight had nearly brought him to his knees.
If she wanted him on his knees, all she had to do was ask. He’d never been able to deny her anything.
“Fuck, you’re big,” she said, her eyes glued to his cock.
He suppressed a groan. “That’s what got us into trouble in the first place.”
She met his eyes, hers holding a glint of humor. “Goddamn Lizzie DeStefano.”
“Did she really ask you if I had a big dick?”
“No, she said shethoughtyou had a big dick, and then I...” She glanced at his cock again, her cheeks turning pink. “I was curious.”
Michelle circled his length with strong, capable fingers, herexpression pensive. “It turns out she was right.”
“She didn’t know from experience,” Gabe ground out, because this part had seemed important all those years ago. “She and I never—”
“Shh. I know.”
And then Michelle gripped his cock tighter and gave it a lazy stroke. Gabe’s muscles tightened and he bit back a curse.
God bless Lizzie DeStefano.
Michelle’s gaze snapped back to his, as if she were waking from a spell. “Come on,” she said, letting go of him and moving to the bedside table. She took a condom out of the box and passed it to him. “Put that on.”
He ripped it open and rolled the latex on while she flipped the comforter back.
“What are you doing?” He’d made the bed before trying to sneak out, figuring it was the least he could do.
Michelle sent him a bland look as she climbed onto the middle of the bed. “I’d rather not have to explain weird stains to my mother.”
He blanched at the reminder of where they were. “Oh. Right.”
She patted the sheets. “Now lie down.”
