Chapter 37
THEA
The partition is already up when we slide into the back of the limo.
Gabriel’s hands find mine right away, threading our fingers together as the car pulls out into evening traffic. City lights stream past us.
I glance down for a moment, letting my gaze linger on our intertwined hands.
“Thank you,” I say softly.
“Thank you? For what?”
“For tonight. For making me feel—" I trail off, not sure how to finish the sentence. “Normal. Happy. Like it’s just you and me.”
“It is just you and me.” He places his hand on my belly. I love when he does that. “For now, at least. The rest of the world is just a distraction.”
Then he lifts my hand to his lips, placing a kiss on my knuckles.
“You deserve everything,” he says. “Every good thing this world has to offer.”
Heat blooms low in my stomach at his words.
He leans closer, his free hand cupping my face. I close my eyes. When his lips touch mine, it’s so familiar, it’s like coming home to that same softness, that same scent, that same everything.
How did I live so long without it?
I part my lips, releasing a small sound of need, a moan that guides him to give me more.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth. He tastes delicious, like wine, chocolate, and ice cream.
I slide closer on the leather seat until I’m pressed against his side, slipping my hand through the buttons of his shirt.
“Bella,” he speaks against my lips. “My beautiful, perfect woman.”
“I want you,” I breathe. “Please.”
“You have me. Always.” His mouth moves to my throat, finding that perfect spot that makes me moan every time. “But I want to worship you a little more first.”
His hand slides from my face to my stomach, resting there for a moment in that perfect blend of protective and possessive, before moving lower.
“Gabriel,” I gasp, glancing toward the partition. “The driver.”
He kisses me along my collarbone. “Can’t see us. Can’t hear us.”
His fingers find the hem of my dress, slipping underneath to trace along my thigh. The thought of what he’s about to do in the back of this limo should scandalize the hell out of me.
Instead, the thought makes me feel bold, daring.
I lean back against the seat and part my legs slightly.
“Dio,” he growls, his eyes darkening with want. “Look at you. So beautiful. So ready for me.”
His hand skims higher, and I gasp when his fingers trace over my lace panties.
“You’re already so wet for me,” he says. “God, you’re so perfect.”
He hooks his fingers into the lace, pulling my panties down my legs and tucking the scrap of fabric into his inner jacket pocket before flashing me a hungry, wolfish smile.
“Lean back,” he says. “Let me take care of you.”
I sink into the leather as he guides my legs apart. Manhattan’s evening lights flash across his face as he settles between my thighs. There’s something about the sight of this man on his knees for me that makes my breath catch.
He turns his attention to between my thighs, shaking his head as if in awe.
“You’re so beautiful. Every bit of you. I could worship you for hours.”
He pulls my dress up a little bit, kissing along my inner thigh. I moan, my hands shooting to his hair by total instinct. He kisses and licks along my sensitive skin, teasing me, driving me wild with anticipation.
Then he spreads me open and kisses me in the exact spot I need him the most.
“Oh… oh God…” The cries pour out of me. The rest of the world fades away, leaving nothing behind but the low growl of the engine and the wet sounds of his tongue against my clit.
His technique is otherworldly. Gabriel teases, sucks, kisses. I focus on the broad strokes of his tongue, to his attention on my clit that makes me see stars. He knows just how to push me to the edge, holding me there for just long enough before bringing me back.
“Oh, Gabriel. Just like that.”
He hums against me, the vibration sending shock waves through my body. He reaches up with one hand and takes hold of my breast. He kneads the flesh, pinching my nipple just so in a way that pushes the pleasure to the next level.
I’m keenly aware that Gabriel’s become an expert when it comes to my body. He knows me like the books on the shelves in his study that he’s read countless times.
But the thought doesn’t stay in my head long before it’s obliterated by two fingers pushing inside and curling just right.
“That’s it,” he says, pulling back just enough to speak. “Let me hear you, bella. Let me know how good I make you feel.”
I turn my head and realize that we’re driving through Times Square. Neon lights flash all around me through the windows, crowds of people just feet away from where Gabriel Moretti is, making me fall apart with his mouth and hands.
The idea makes everything all the more intense.
“Gabriel. I’m… I’m going to…”
“Si. Come for me. Come for me while I taste you.”
His mouth seals over me again, sucking gently on my clit while his fingers do their incredible work inside. I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me with a level of intensity that I wasn’t ready for. I’m vaguely aware of crying out, my hands fisted in his hair, my hips grinding against his mouth as he guides me through every last pulse and tremor.
I let out one last sigh, finally going limp, gasping for air. He presses soft kisses to my inner thighs, then goes back, tasting every last drop of me. When he sits up, his hair is disheveled, his mouth glistening. The satisfied heat in his eyes makes me want him all over again.
"Perfect," he says, smoothing my dress back down with gentle hands. "Absolutely perfect."
I'm still floating, still trying to catch my breath, when the car pulls through the familiar gates of the mansion.
“Can you walk?” Gabriel asks. His tone is one of amusement.
“I think so.”
“Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”