11. Who Can Gabriel Trust?
WHO CAN GAbrIEL TRUST?
HALSTON
Halston unzipped the hoodie, shed the bulky garment. “Pour yourself a drink or get naked. I’ve gotta take out these contacts.”
In the bathroom, she washed her hands, removed and tossed the contact lenses. Next came the wig. As she was removing the pins holding her hair in place, Gabriel sauntered in.
Yes, her heart leapt. Yes, he stole her breath. No, she did not care. This was lust. Just lust.
That’s it.
Standing behind her, he helped pull out pins. When she’d freed her hair, he ran his fingers through her scalp, massaging her head, and stroking her long hair.
She sighed. “Feels great.”
When he finished, he turned her toward him. Beyond the desire springing from his blackened eyes or the confidence rolling off him in tsunami-sized waves, it was his smile that turned her inside out.
And damn if she didn’t smile back.
He wrapped his arms around her ass, lifted her straight up.
“Duck,” he said, “or you’ll get conked on the door frame.”
She lowered her head as he carried her out of the bathroom and into the living room. Laughing, she couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt joy from utter silliness.
With her still in his arms—he stared up at her.
She ran her fingers through his wavy hair, appreciating the silky strands. “How tall am I?”
“I’m six-one, so you’re about six-seven.”
“I’d like to be tall,” she said. “I’m five-six.”
“How old are you?” he asked.
“Now you’re really getting personal,” she replied still staring down at him. “I’m thirty-two. What about you?”
“Thirty-four.”
“Ever been married?”
“No,” he replied. “You?”
“Only seven times. Three are dead, one is still missing, and the other three have gone into hiding.” She waggled her eyebrows. “I’m the black widow.”
He laughed. “You’re insane, you know that?”
“I’d have to be to welcome in the New Year with you, Mr. Santini.”
As she peered into his eyes, she felt the pull, the desire to mash her lips against his. Her insides roared to life, the lust raging through her.
She soaked up his almond-shaped eyes, his razor-straight nose, the worry lines etched into his forehead. She ran her fingertips over his dark eyebrows, then down his sculpted cheek and over his beard. But it was his light brown eyes that pulled her in… again and again.
“Let’s fuck,” she said.
“I think we’re doing more than that.”
Still captive in his arms, she stripped off her sweater. His gaze didn’t jump to her breasts, hidden behind her black bra. He was staring so intently into her eyes, she felt like her heart skipped a beat to be in sync with his.
If he was trying to do some kind of mind-meld with her, it wasn’t working… but yet it kind of was.
She tucked his untamed hair behind his ears, dipped down, and kissed him. A tender kiss that sent streaks of electricity thrumming through her. One kiss turned into another and another and then, he released a growl that reverberated between her legs.
That was the Gabriel Santini that she wanted. The monster, the boogieman, the thief in the night who steals your soul.
“Yessss,” she hissed as their kiss turned savage.
She bit his tongue. He bit her lip. She raked her hands across his shoulders, still covered in the sweater.
“Too many clothes,” she rasped.
He set her down, yanked off his sweater. A light dusting of dark hair covered his amazing pecs. She pressed her mouth to his heated skin, dragged her nails down his back. His leathery scent filled her lungs.
“You like inflicting pain,” he said.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No. I have a high threshold.”
Pushing off him, she gave him the once over.
I’m gonna fuck him for hours and hours.
Seconds later, she stepped out of her heels, shimmied out of her pants. Now, all that separated her from him was her black bra and barely-there black thong.
He stilled, his fiery gaze raking over her. The eye fuck alone was worth risking bringing someone back to her room.
She sashayed over, knelt, and unzipped his boots. Off they came. She rose, helped him remove his pants, then his boxer briefs.
“Much better.” She had to touch him, so she ran her fingers over his strong shoulders, down his triceps, appreciating the hard, bulging muscles. But it was his joy stick she could not ignore. With excitement racing through her, she wrapped her hands around his erection and squeezed.
“Ready to go for a ride?” she asked.
This god of a man might think he was born for murder and mayhem, but he was born to fuck.
With her hand still curled around his cock, she made her way to the bed, pulled back the linens, and said, “Sit on the edge.”
He did.
“I love to boss you around.”
His heavy-hooded eyes sent a bolt of lightning charging through her. Her already wet pussy was throbbing so hard, she couldn’t think about anything except taking him inside her.
Patience.
She stood between his legs, kissed him. He snaked his arms around her, pressed them to her ass, and kissed the hell out of her. Her groans were dwarfed by his throaty moans. He was devouring her with his mouth, the ferocity in his kiss pulling foreign sounds from the depths of her soul.
“Damn, where’d you learn to kiss like that?”
“The redhead,” he replied.
She laughed. “You’re quick and a smart-ass. I love that.”
While massaging her ass with one hand, he caressed her breast with the other. Then he latched on, started sucking, and she gasped with pleasure.
“Yesss, hard. Suck my tit hard.”
He bit her tender, swollen flesh, sucked and licked, while her pussy juices rolled down her leg.
She was losing control, gyrating against his mouth while he sent her flying higher and higher.
Pleasure flooded her entire body, like a thunderstorm in the spring.
She was soaked in desire and drowning in everything Gabriel.
Then, he grabbed her, pulled her onto the bed, and pinned her beneath him. Gazing up at him, she felt the pulsing as much as she heard her heart hammering away in her chest.
He moved off her, slid his hands under her ass, pulled her to the edge of the bed so her pussy was inches away from his mouth. The blood rushed from her head and she sucked down a deep breath.
“If I pass out, I’ll be angry,” she mumbled.
“You’ll come before I let you go unconscious,” he said, his husky voice thrumming through her.
Ohmygod, what is happening?
With his gaze drilling into her, he lowered his face and started eating her.
First, he ran his tongue over her folds, then her clit.
Softly, lightly, but the intensity in his eyes had her locked on his.
Every cell, every fiber of her being was in lock-step with him.
He tongued her slowly, savoring her pussy, licking up her juices, while his raspy groans only made her wetter.
Again and again, he moved with a slow, deliberate pace.
Gabriel Santini had the ultimate power tool in his arsenal.
And up until two minutes ago, she believed it had been his money or his power. Even his guns.
But no, it was his mouth. On her.
He slipped fingers inside her, then teased the outside of her folds. She arched up, the orgasm building from the very core of her being. In and out, he thrust slowly and deeply. When he tongued her clit, then bore down, she cried out as the climax ripped through her.
Thrashing on the bed, she surrendered to the ultimate pleasure and the perfect escape.
When she stilled, he lowered her ass back down. His mouth was dripping wet. Instead of wiping her off, he lay on top of her and kissed her. She tasted her sex in his saliva as he plunged his tongue into her mouth, ravaging her like a wild beast.
She needed him inside her, so she broke away, pointed at the bedside table. “Condom.”
He grabbed the box, pulled out a packet. Seconds later, he’d covered himself. “Here I come, ready or not.”
Her smile morphed into a moan as he tunneled inside her. Her raspy moans, paired with the phenomenal way he made her feel, had her flying high all over again.
“I love fucking you with my mouth,” he rasped. “You make me crazy.”
He thrust hard and fast, the intensity turning her mad with lust. When he kissed her, her eyes fluttered closed. Hit after hit of euphoria. There was nothing like two people going at it like savage animals.
She raked her fingers over his shoulders, bucked against his massive body.
“Jesus, you’re gonna make me come,” he bit out. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
On a growl, she kissed him, their tongues coming together with a wildness that left her panting.
“So good,” he rasped as he released a torrent of energy.
GAbrIEL
Gabriel was on fire. Burning for a woman he could not get enough of. He couldn’t fuck her deep enough, couldn’t stop kissing her or touching her or staring into her eyes. Everything about Halston had him on edge, fully engaged, and beyond captivated.
As he thrust inside her, she started shaking beneath him. “I’m coming again.”
Her insides squeezed his cock so hard, the orgasm shot out of him. As wave after wave of ecstasy pulsed through him, he kissed her with an explosive passion.
And then, it was over.
He dropped his body weight, half on her, half off.
“Crush me,” she said beneath him. “I want to feel all of you on all of me.”
He shifted onto her, kissed her. She kissed him. One more savage kiss that went on and on and on until he slowed them down.
“Wow,” she murmured. “That was different.”
“You’ve got a whole other level. You’re a sexual goddess.”
Her gaze softened, a smile danced in her eyes. She liked that, despite how much she was trying not to show it. And he liked that too.
He stayed nestled inside her until she nudged him off. “You can leave it you want.”
What the hell?
“I don’t.”
“Whatever.”
Why is she pushing me away?
“Do you want me to go?” he asked.
She stared at him for an extra beat before she rose out of bed. Since the hotel was still operating with generators, she turned on her phone flashlight before vanishing into the bathroom. As she was peeing, he entered.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he said.