Page 80 of A Lot Like Adiós
“¿Así?” he asked her repeatedly. “Like this?”
Every time, she saidyes.
As much as she tried to keep track, Michelle lost count of how many times she came.
“I’m close, babe.” His breath was harsh and hot against her ear. “You got one more in you?”
“I don’t know,” she said brokenly. Her body was awash in sensation, no longer tethered to this plane. There was only Gabe and all the amazing things he made her feel.
“Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you. But you gotta tell me what you want.”
“I want... you.” She finished in a whisper, the admission wrenched from her by the thrust of his body in hers and the hold he had on her heart.
His arms tightened around her and he groaned into her neck. “God, Mich. You annihilate me.”
“Is that a good thing?” she whimpered as his fingers picked up the pace between her legs, just how she liked it.
“The fucking best.”
His strokes deepened, becoming erratic. His loss of control, which he’d kept a tight rein on the entire night, was what undid her for the last time. The orgasm hit like a lightning bolt; sizzling lines of electric pleasure zinged through her nerves and wrung ragged sobs from her throat.
It carried through to Gabe, who thrust his hips hard against her ass and came with a long, agonized groan.
When it was done, they lay on the bed side by side, sweaty and wrecked, but holding hands.
“Do you remember the only-one-sleeping-bag scene ofCelestial Destiny?” she asked hoarsely.
His breathing was heavy and fast. “That was my favorite scene in the whole fic.”
“Whose idea was it?”
“Mine. Absolutely mine.”
She was silent for a moment. “I should’ve known,” she said. “How you felt about me. I’m sorry I didn’t see it then.”
He shifted closer and nuzzled his face into her shoulder. “It was better that you didn’t. I was pretty stupid back then.I would have ruined it somehow. And then we wouldn’t be here now.”
“But we could’ve had...” She trailed off and squeezed his hand tight. “This. We could’ve had this.”
“I always wondered,” he admitted. “But I had to leave, Mich. I had to get away from him so I could become my own person.”
His father.
“I understand. I’m sorry I didn’t see that back then either.”
“We were young,” he said easily. “And it means a lot that you see it now. But, Mich, I missed you. Every day.”
She turned to him, let him enfold her in his strong embrace. With her eyes closed and her face pressed to his chest, she whispered the thing that scared her. “Why does this feel so right?”
He rubbed her back with those big, hot hands of his. When he held her like this, she felt safer than she ever had. Like nothing could go wrong.
“We were always good together,” he mused. “As friends. I guess this is an evolution of that.”
Friendship 2.0, she thought, remembering her list. “I don’t think we can cling to that ‘just friends’ nonsense anymore.”
He let out a surprised chuckle. “No. I think we’re well past that.”
Well past that and on their way to where?
