Chapter 32 Gabriel
GAbrIEL
I was addicted to how sweet Lily’s lips tasted. So addicted that I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop kissing her once I started.
It was part of the reason why I didn’t think coming up to her apartment was a good idea. Because I didn’t want to stop. Neither of us did.
Kissing her was more than a want—it was a need.
I’d purchased the bundle of mistletoe earlier tonight from one of the booths, wanting to give Lily the breathtaking kiss she deserved, but no moment had felt right. It all felt too public. Even though this was on her list, I wanted this moment to be for us.
For someone who hadn’t been in love before, Lily spoke about it like she longed for it but had realized it was just out of reach.
She seemed to know exactly what it felt like yet had given up on it before experiencing it for herself.
I wondered why that was. Why she recognized all this love around her but didn’t think it was within her grasp.
It almost sounded like she’d given up, and while I hadn’t known Lily for long, I knew her well enough to knew she was a fighter and went after what she wanted.
So, why wasn’t she fighting to find love?
She parted her lips eagerly, a soft whimper escaping as my tongue tangled with hers. I guided us further into her apartment, the door slamming behind us.
I carefully maneuvered us to the couch without breaking the kiss. The world would have to be on fire before I pulled my lips away from hers.
Lily’s hands moved quickly, undoing my coat and pushing it off my shoulders. I did the same with her hers, letting it fall to the floor.
She ran her hands along my shirt, a hum escaping as she felt the fabric. “You’re not wearing a dress shirt.”
“Wanted to look my best for you tonight,” I mumbled against her lips.
I could feel Lily smile. “You always look your best. Actually, I’m convinced it’s impossible for you to look bad.”
Once we were close enough, I sat on the couch, my hands firmly finding Lily’s hips and bringing her with me.
She straddled me with ease, grinding her hips into mine and causing a rush of arousal that went straight to my cock.
“Fuck, Lily,” I grunted, digging my fingers into her hips and pushing her harder onto my growing erection.
Despite the layers of clothing between us, the friction felt fucking incredible.
Lily must’ve agreed, because she let out a breathy moan, her fingers moving into my hair and tugging hard.
“More,” she breathed, tilting her hips toward me.
“I need…more, Gabe. I—I need you,” Lily stammered, and the words kicked my pulse into overdrive.
If she needed something—anything—I was going to give it to her. No questions asked. I wanted to be the person who gave her everything.
But…I was also going to make her tell me exactly what she needed and wanted. I wanted to hear her say it.
I pulled away from her mouth, finally breaking the kiss. My hot breath hit her ear as I asked, “What do you need, Sunshine? Use your words and tell me.” I pressed my lips to the side of her neck, getting a shaky shudder from her. She pressed her hips harder into mine.
“I—I want,” Lily panted. “I know I shouldn’t, but I want you to touch me.”
I hummed. “And why shouldn’t you?”
“Because…we shouldn’t. This isn’t…part of the list,” Lily stammered.
A growl formed low in my throat at the mention of the list, and a muscle in my cheek fluttered. “But you want this? You want me to touch you?”
I wanted to confirm this was what Lily really wanted. I pulled away, leaning back against the couch to get a look at her flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. Her eyes, usually a bright blue, were dark like the ocean.
The pause allowed us both to catch our breath, and I watched as Lily’s tongue ran along her bottom lip while her gaze took me in. Her hands rested on my chest, and she leaned forward, forehead pressed against mine. “I want you to touch me. If you want to—”
“Oh, Sunshine, I fucking want to,” I said with a low chuckle. I reached into my pocket, pulling out Lily’s wish list and grabbing a pen that was lying on her side table. I flipped the paper over, and in my messy scrawl wrote Make Lily come.
“There. Now, I have a list, too, with one fucking priority,” I said, tossing the paper and pen off to the side. I had a beautiful woman on my lap who needed a release and wanted me to give it to her.
Lily’s lips parted, and she let out a small laugh of disbelief. “Gabe,” she breathed.
I cut off the rest of her words with a hungry kiss, teeth nipping at her bottom lip. My hand snaked down her side, relishing the curve of her waist and digging my fingers into her hip. I anchored her down and guided her over my jeans. “Where do you want my touch?”
Lily’s lips parted, another moan escaping her as she rolled her hips. “I want your touch everywhere,” she breathed. “But I—I’m not really sure what I like. I mean, I know what I like when it’s just me, but with someone else…it’s—well, it’s been a while,” she admitted, vulnerable eyes locked on me.
“Let’s figure out what you like, then.”
I didn’t like the idea of Lily with someone else. And while she technically wasn’t mine, at this moment, she was. And I was going to show her exactly what it felt like to be my girl.