Chapter 4 #2
I glance over to the sunken lounge and the pole; I imagine him sitting there watching a naked girl writhe and dance for him, it’s too much to bear, and I snap my eyes away.
Seriously…. what am I doing here? He isn’t in my league. We aren’t even in the same stratosphere.
This is going to break me.
“What is it?” He asks.
“Nothing,” I say softly.
He puts his finger under my chin and lifts my face to his, “Gracie?”
My stupid eyes well with tears, betraying my bravado act.
His face falls, “What is it?”
I put my drink down onto the bar. “I should…. I’m going to get going.” I stand. “Have a merry Christmas.” I force a smile, “It was really,” I pause as I try to get a hold of my emotions, “nice working for you.”
He stands abruptly. “Gracie, the night is young. Don’t go.”
“I’m not a stripper, Gabriel. I’m not even a player.
The last time I had sex was over a year ago and this is…
.” I gesture to the room. “Isn’t……” I shrug, embarrassed that I’m not the bad girl I want to be, that my heart is already broken after one cheap fuck on his desk.
“It’s not who I am. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.
” I rush back out to the living room with him hot on my heels.
“Grace.”
I keep walking.
“Grace.”
“Don’t.”
“Grace.” He grabs my hand and spins me toward him, “Forgive me.” He pauses as he searches for the right words. “I shouldn’t have taken you in there….. it’s been a long time since.” He pauses.
“Since what?”
“Since I’ve been with someone like you.”
Someone who stupidly loves you?
I stare at him, hating myself that I can’t forget tomorrow and be lost in the moment tonight.
He cups my face in his hands and kisses me softly, his lips linger across mine, “Don’t go.” He kisses me again, “Please?”
His demeanor has changed, somehow, he’s gone from hunter to something softer, more in tune.
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”
His lips linger over mine and my feet start to float from the floor.
“Tomorrow, you’re leaving me forever.”
My hands rise to his face, don’t even say that. I can’t bear the thought of never seeing him again.
“Can’t we just spend the night together to say goodbye properly?” He murmurs against my lips.
Oh….
His kiss deepens, “I’ve wanted you for so many years, Gracie. Give me one night. It’s all I ask.”
“I can’t deal with this alpha bullshit, Gabriel,” I whisper, our foreheads touching.
There’s a tenderness between us, the one we have when we are alone in the mornings at work before the world gets in the way.
He kisses me softly, “It’s who I am, Gracie.”
“It’s not,” I whisper. “You’re in there somewhere, I know you are.” We kiss softly, “Show me the man I care about, it’s him who I want.”
He frowns as he kisses me as if internally torn, then he bends and in one sharp movement picks me up and with his lips locked on mine, he carries me up the hallway to a large bedroom. He walks into the bathroom and carefully puts me down and turns the shower on.
When he turns back toward me, the air is electric.
Finally, he’s here.
This is him, the man who I want.
His gaze is fixed on his hands as he slowly undoes my dress, it falls open and he takes it over my shoulders and throws it to the side, his eyes linger over my body.
“Your skin,” he breathes. “It’s perfect, so peaches and cream.”
He bends and kisses me softly on the chest. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Gracie. I can hardly believe you are here with me, my love.”
My love.
My heart somersaults in my chest at his tenderness.
He slides my panties down my legs, his lips follow his hands as he drops to his knees in front of me.
I have an out of body experience, and it feels like I’m watching us from way up above. Him kneeling before me, my heart beating out of my chest.
And the alarm bells scream all around me. Like a car crash waiting to happen.
This is bad.
Gabriel being tender and loving is a new level of dangerous.
Because unlike the alpha hole who I love to hate, this version of him is…..
He takes my bra off while we kiss, and then undoes the buttons on his shirt.
I take it off over his shoulders and am blessed with the sight of his broad muscular chest with a scattering of dark hair.
I unzip his pants and he steps out of them, and I slowly slide down his briefs.
His large, engorged dick springs free, and I bend and softly kiss him there.
Oh…. Physically, he’s a beautiful man, in every way.
This is weird, I know we’ve already done it.
But it feels like the first time.
He pulls me into the shower, soaps up his hands and carefully washes my body, up over my back, down my stomach and between my legs.
The feeling of his big hands, along with the hot water is so good and for the first time tonight, I feel the adrenaline slowly begin to leave my body.
We kiss, long and slow. Like we have all the time in the world and damn it, why isn’t he like this all the time. A little voice from deep in my psyche says something stupid.
He’s been saving it for you.
We stay in the shower for a long time, our hands roaming over each other. Exploring all the things we wondered about.
I look up at him and can hardly believe what I’m seeing, his dark hair hangs over his face, beautiful big brown eyes look down at me, and the water is beading on his skin. “Bed,” he mouths.
“I want you,” I whisper. “God, how I want you.”
He smiles, his first genuine smile of the night and it sends my heart freefalling from my chest.
“Not half as much as I want you.” He dries us both and leads me up the hall to his bedroom and lies me down on the bed, he spreads my legs and lies beside me. We kiss as his fingers slide through my wet flesh, “You’re so fucking creamy,” he whispers. “Waiting for my cock.”
I smile into his mouth as we kiss, my hand finds his dick, it’s rock hard and pre-ejaculate is dripping from the end.
I can’t wait any longer.
“Now,” I whimper as he rolls over me. He nudges my opening as he stares at me, a beautiful warm glow growing between us, and it’s too much.
He’s too intense, my heart can’t take it.
Fucking hard on his desk was a lot safer than this, whatever this is.
He slides home, in one deep movement, and I cry out as my body ripples around him.
“Fuck…… Gracie,” he moans as if pained. “So. Fucking. Good.”
We hardly move, kissing and taking our time, and fuck.
This is next level.
His body is huge, stretching me to the hilt. His lips are on mine, and he stays close, holding me as he loves me.
He moans into my mouth, and I feel the telling jerk of his cock as he comes.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, “It’s too good.”
But I can’t focus on a word he’s saying because my own orgasm is hitting me like a freight train. My back arches from the bed as I moan into his mouth. He pumps me harder to let me work it out and we pant against each other as we kiss.
Holy hell.
Perfection.
It’s late, later than late.
I’m lying with my leg over Gabriel’s body and he’s facing me on his side.
We’ve been at it for hours; I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve come. What started out as gentle love making has turned into a rough and ready fuck fest.
I loved every single minute of it.
We are freshly showered now, and I can hardly keep my eyes open.
Gabriel’s fingers are slowly sliding through my swollen sex as he stares at me. It’s not a sexual kind of fingering, it’s a worship kind of touch. He’s feeling where his body is inside of mine.
My eyes are so heavy and they slowly close, he slides his finger inside me and I flutter my eyes back open.
“Sleep sweetheart” he whispers. “You’re exhausted.”
My heavy eyelids close and I feel his fingers deep inside me, his lips on my neck.
“Hmm.” I smile sleepily.
“Can I touch you while you sleep?” he whispers, his fingers slowly sliding in and out of my body. I’m so wet, my body is filled with him.
I smile sleepily, “Please,” I whisper.
I battle to keep my eyes open, to keep up with his needs, but I can’t.
Exhaustion takes over.
Dreams of technicolor.
I’m dozing through the ecstasy. Not awake and yet, not deeply asleep.
In between worlds.
Kisses and nibbles, fingers and tongue.
Gabriel’s quivering breath in my ear, whispering beautiful things in Italian.
My body being rolled one way and then the other as it fills his every craving.
Pillows underneath me.
His tongue on my behind, his soft moans as he comes deep inside my body.
Again, and again…… he takes me.
He worships my body and uses it for his pleasure.
Unable to stop himself, he keeps going and going.
Taking it all.
Sleep robs me of my time with him, and I’m not sure if I’m dreaming or if this is truly happening.
But whatever it is, don’t wake me up. This is the best night of my life.
I’m in heaven.