Page 90 of The Photograph

His heated gaze caresses my body, and his voice is all growly as he pulls me in and closes the door. “Fuck, baby. Are you trying to kill me?”

No, I need you very much alive for what comes next.I curl my arms around his neck and shiver when he cages me between his warm body and the cool door.

Then he kisses me, and I lose myself in him. The slight abrasion of his denim pants on my naked legs, the hardness of his penis pushing in my belly, and his tongue making love to mine make me tremble. I suck on his tongue, and his groan vibrates through me setting my body afire.

When Gabe slants his head back, his breathing is rough, and need carves in deep onto his handsome face. God, I love this… This power I hold that makes him look like this. I peck his mouth and grin.

“How was your day?”

He groans in response, and I giggle while he pulls me by the hand to the living room. As I settle beside him at the beautifully set table, I raise my bent right leg up slowly, hook my knee high before placing it over my left leg letting the already short dress rise high on my thighs.

He tracks every motion before delving burning eyes to mine, and the sense of feminine power takes root. Yes, tonight will work.He’s trying to be a gentleman—I pray this is what it is—and every time our make out sessions heat up, he stops and takes me home.

But not tonight. Tonight,Gabe will have to give in.I clench my thighs together at the thought of him inside me. We catch up on his week and mine while Michelle serves a delicious roasted salmon with other yummy things I’m too nervous to truly enjoy.

After dinner, we move to the living room where I nestle against Gabe on the couch. He tightens his arm around me. “You’re okay, baby? You’re quiet.”

I sit up and kiss him soft. “Yes.” My heart races.The women in movies make it look so easy. “I went shopping.”

Gabe’s eyes warm up as he smiles. “Oh, yeah? what did you buy?”

Perfect.This is exactly the overture I need. “Let me show you.” I stand on shaking legs before him. His burning gaze caresses me as he sets his elbows on his thighs.Good.

I reach for the back zipper of my dress and lower it slowly. When it falls at my feet, I step out of the clump and between his legs. The set of deep ruby underwear I bought laces around my chest, criss-crosses around my waist reminiscent of the picture in the Kinbaku book while the panties are cut off to leave just a small triangle of material over my mound.

“Fuck, baby.”

Yes.Growly voice and possessive heat in his eyes. His eyes never leaving mine, he curves his palms at the back of my knees and presses until I straddle his lap. Shivering, I frame his face as he leans back, and I kiss him. From the moment our lips touch, I sizzle. Gabe pulls me tight against his massive erection, and I rock my hips while the need seizing me is so sharp, it brings tears to my eyes.

When he opens his mouth on my neck, I moan while my lower belly clenches.. When Gabe stands up, I tighten my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.Finally.

“Gabe.”

After one step, he stops, and I snap my eyes open as he unhooks my legs and sets me on the floor before him. “Gabe…”

Without a word, he picks up my dress, and my throat clogs. Although his eyes are gentle, his jaw is clenched tight as he slips the dress over my head. On autopilot, I slide my arms in the sleeves, and Gabe zips my dress up. When he frames my face and touches his forehead to mine, my chest knots, cutting off my breath.

His voice is rough. “Not tonight, baby.”

Then when?I slant back to lock my eyes onto his, and something breaks inside me. Rips through my chest weakening my legs. I grip his t-shirt and close my eyes until I can take an almost full breath when he pecks my nose, and exhale slowly as he shifts back.

“Let me take you home.” His voice is fuzzy cutting through the haze of pain.

I must have nodded because he kisses my head. When my clutch touches my hand, I jump. Gabe grabs his cell from the coffee table to call Jason and as he turns back to me, I find my voice. It’s small, but it’s there.

“I want to go home by myself.” When he frowns, I touch his chest. “I’ll see you soon. I just need a little time to myself tonight.”

“Baby—”

“Please.”Don’t make me be with you knowing you don’t want me.

He cups my cheek. “Okay, baby.”

Holding his warm hand to my frozen face, I kiss his palm. “Thank you.”

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It’s late and after tossing and turning in my bed for hours, I give up and creep to the kitchen. I pass the small living room where the light filters under the closed door. Cara’s still up. Busy working on the conference.

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