Page 12 of Dare to Fall
I slip my hand inside her wet suit, caressing her hip. Two layers separate my fingers from her bare skin. “I’m not afraid to prove myself.”
“Oh?”
I grip the waistband of her leggings, and she gasps.
“Do you want me to make you come, Gabriella?”
“Yes,” she pants, dragging my mouth back to hers.
I stroke my hand between her legs, over the silky fabric of her thermal leggings, savoring each and every noise she makes. Our lips move together in a slow frenzy, desperate yet thorough.
Gabby rocks her hips against my touch.
“I could make you come just like this,” I say, pressing lips to her cheek. “With all these fucking clothes on.”
“Tucker.” The way she pants my name makes my cock throb. If I told her I was going to fuck her senseless against this boulder, I suspect she’d make it her mission to free my cock from its many layers and invite me right into that tight pussy.
But when I finally plunge into her sweet channel for the first time, it’s going to be because she’s done pretending this isn’t meant to be. It’ll be when she’s begging me to claim her for my own.
Until then, I’m going to torture her in every other pleasurable way I can imagine. And my imagination is rampant with ideas to do just that.
“You’resureyou want me to touch you, Gabriella?” I whisper the question against the shell of her ear, nibbling on her lobe.
“Yes, dammit.”
“Impatient, are we?”
“I want to see if you’re capable of actually making me forget my own name with nothing more than those supposed magic fingers,” she insists. “It’s a pretty big claim.”
“I’ve never shied away from a challenge,” I say, bringing my lips back to hers as I slip my hand beneath her leggings and panties at once. She moans when my fingers slide through her folds. “God, you’re fucking wetter than the river.”
“It’s your fault.”
“Oh?”
“It’s that fucking beard.”
“Next time,” I say, circling my fingers around her swollen button, “I’ll let you enjoy this beard between your legs.”
I plunge a finger into her channel, and she cries out, digging those fingernails into my neck. She kisses me harder, gyrating her hips to the merciless movement of my hands between her legs.
Next time, I’ll take my time.
But right now, I have a fucking point to prove.
I finger fuck her like it’s the most important mission of my life. I don’t let up when she starts to explode, I go harder, faster. She cries out my name, and it echoes. I feel smug, wondering if the kayakers due on the water hear her pleasureful cries. I’ve always been a little possessive when it comes to Gabriella Owens, and to hear my name on her lips as she comes apart makes me absolutely feral.
When she finally stills, I pull my hand free and suck her juices from my fingers.
She watches me, a sated smile spreading across her bruised lips.
“Still want to dump my body in the river?” I ask.
“Not yet,” she admits. “I want to see what else you got up your sleeve.” Her gaze drops to my crotch. “And under the hood.”
It’s entirely possible that when our kayak capsized, we didn’t survive. That this entire scene that just played out on the shore was nothing more than a fantasy on the other side. But whatever dimension we’ve claimed as our own, I wouldn’t give it up for the world. Not now.
I’ve never stopped loving Gabriella.
