Chapter 30
THIRTY
GABE
Hallie immediately starts backing away from me. I’m not about to let her get far, though. Not after the way she’s been teasing me tonight.
“Where are you going, Foster?”
Her cheeks are flushed. They have been since I walked in the door and set eyes on her. Clearly, I’m not the only one affected by our texts.
“Just, um—” She swallows nervously, but there’s also something else in her expression. A heady kind of anticipation. “Going to bed.”
I flip the lock on the front door and then take a step toward her. She takes another back, inching closer to the staircase.
“Did you have fun tonight?” I ask.
“Mhm,” she hums. “Lots.”
“Good,” I say. I slip out of my coat and hang it on a hook on the wall. “I’m glad.” And I am. She deserves everything good in life, and having friends like Delilah and my sister is part of that.
Hallie glances over her shoulder, gauging the distance to the stairs, then back at me. “Did you have fun tonight?”
I nod. “Oh, you have no idea.”
Luke falling asleep while putting Sophia to bed gave me plenty of time to let my imagination wander. Fuelled by Hallie’s messages, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about everything I planned to do to her when I got home.
Another step forward. Another step back.
“What’s the matter, baby? Scared I’m going to make good on my promises?”
She shakes her head. “Not scared. I’m counting on it, actually.”
Then she spins around and makes a beeline for the stairs. I’m faster, though, and just as her foot makes contact with the first step, my arm snakes around her middle. She lets out a sound of surprise, but her body melts in my hold.
Pulling her back flush against my chest, I lean down by her ear and say, “You should know better than to run by now. You’re mine, Foster, and I have no intention of letting you go.”
A shiver travels down her spine.
I press a kiss to her pulse, and then I spin her around. Backing her against the nearest wall, I relish the small gasp that leaves her. The way lust clouds her irises as my thigh wedges hers apart.
Grabbing her left hand, I bring it up to my lips and place a kiss on her fourth finger. The exact place she wears that fake ring. She doesn’t have it on tonight—no need to pretend in front of Clara and Delilah.
But fuck , how I wish it was real.
Hallie’s pupils dilate as she watches me. I kiss her knuckle a second time, then guide her hand to the back of my neck. Instantly, she threads her fingers through the hair at my nape.
With one hand braced on the wall beside her head, the other takes her chin, tilting it.
And then I close the distance between us, claiming her lips.
She sighs at the contact, opening for me without hesitation.
My tongue sweeps inside her mouth, and I savour her taste.
A hint of sweet wine and something uniquely her.
I’ve kissed her countless times since the wedding. I have her in my bed every night. But each time, my first instinct is to hold on as tight as I can, because I never quite know when she’s going to decide to leave again.
“Is this the part where you show me?” she asks when my lips hit her neck.
I pinch her side lightly. “You are trouble.”
She only smiles.
We make it to the second level in record time. Soon, I’m shutting my bedroom door behind us. Not that it matters—we have the house completely to ourselves tonight.
I draw her into my arms again, stealing another kiss. Her lips are soft, but they match mine in intensity. Further proof that Hallie Foster was created for me in every way imaginable.
Hallie starts working on my belt. She unhooks the buckle, then slides it from my belt loops. It lands on the floor audibly. I let her unfasten the button of my pants and tug down my fly before stepping out of her hold.
“Where are you going?” she asks.
I sit back on the end of the bed, and the confused pout that appears on her lips makes me want to kiss her all over again.
“Take your clothes off for me, baby.”
She must have wanted to be comfortable for girls’ night because she’s wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt. Only, now I realize it isn’t her shirt—it’s mine. I’m not sure how I missed the Kip Island Fire Department logo on her chest earlier, but I can’t now.
Hooking her thumbs into her waistband, Hallie drags her pants down her legs, baring her skin. She tosses them aside and grabs the hem of the shirt.
“You like wearing my shirt, Foster?” I ask. She gives a sheepish nod. “You look damn good in it.”
“Still want me to take it off?” She blinks innocently, but there’s a mischievous edge to her words.
“Yeah, baby. I need to see you.”
The shirt comes off, and she stands before me in her bra and underwear.
She takes a step toward me, but I shake my head.
With a frustrated huff, she unclasps her bra, letting her breasts free.
They’re the perfect handful. Everything about Hallie was made to fit my hands.
The soft give at her hips, the curve of her stomach.
She looks like one of those old paintings you would see in a museum.
I have to stop myself from reaching for her as I conveniently forget why I’m torturing both of us in the first place.
Hallie dips two fingers inside her underwear, rubbing herself. My fists clench on top of my knees.
“Off, baby. I want them off.”
“Gabriel,” she says, breathless, “please touch me.”
I shake my head. “Not yet.”
“ Why ?”
“I haven’t made good on my promises yet.” I stand from the bed. “I want you bare, and then I want you on your back.”
Her irises flare at my words. In a blink, her underwear is pulled down her thighs and discarded. This woman… I still can’t quite believe I get to have her like this.
For now , a quiet voice in the back of my mind hisses. Until she disappears again .
I shake off the uncertainty, focusing on Hallie. She’s still here, and she’s all mine.
She climbs onto my bed and lies back, her hair fanning out around her. With her feet propped up on the mattress and her thighs parted, I have the perfect view of her hand sliding down her stomach to reach her clit.
Hallie’s fingers circle her clit, and then two dip inside her entrance, gathering her wetness. Those same fingers rub her clit again before plunging back inside. Her thighs widen, and her hips lift off the bed. She’s mesmerizing as she works herself over.
Keeping my eyes trained on her movements, I remove my clothes. Then I kneel at the foot of the bed, stroking myself. My cock has been fully hard since Hallie started taking her clothes off, and now the tip is leaking.
“ Gabe ,” she pleads. “I want…more. I want you.”
My restraint is on the verge of snapping. After the buildup earlier and watching her touch herself, I’m beyond ready to bury myself inside her. But still, I wait.
With the hand that isn’t between her legs, Hallie rolls one nipple between her thumb and forefinger. It further stiffens at her touch. She quickens the pace on her clit, chasing release, but I can see the frustration building when she can’t quite get there.
“Make me come, Gabe.”
The demand in her voice rips my restraint to shreds. Hands on her knees, I widen her thighs, then take hold of her wrist, pulling her hand away from her pussy. Her fingers are slick.
I guide her hand to her mouth. She gazes up at me in confusion, those baby blues big and wide.
“Suck.”
Understanding flashes, and I watch as she cleans her own arousal from her fingers. The sight makes me impossibly harder.
“You’re doing so good, baby, doing everything I tell you,” I say. “Now I’ll give you what you want.”
Hallie sits up, grabbing the condom I tossed on the mattress beside her. She shoves me until I land back on my ass, and then she’s climbing into my lap.
“Greedy girl,” I murmur against her ear.
“I want you,” she says.
“You have me.” Forever, if you want it .
I can’t hold back any longer. As soon as she rolls the condom onto my length, I’m finding her entrance and pushing inside. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and her lips part with a cry as I fill her.
Hallie’s knees dig into the mattress on either side of my hips, and she grinds against me as she lets herself drop down. My hands find her lush hips, fitting themselves there.
Now that we’re joined, there isn’t any hurry to our movements. Hallie wraps her arms around the back of my neck, bringing her bare chest flush to mine as she rocks against me. Despite the torture now, the slow build will be worth it.
“Will it always feel like this?” she asks, her words loose, followed by a gasp when my cock hits a certain spot inside her.
“I fucking hope so, baby,” I murmur.
Hallie tips her head back, exposing the column of her throat, and her hair brushes my fingers where they sit at the top of her ass.
“Gabe. More, please.”
I don’t waste a second reaching between us to thumb her clit. Her thighs tighten around my hips at the pressure, and the next time she grinds her pelvis against mine, she seems to take me impossibly deeper.
“Fuck, Hallie,” I grit out. “You feel so good.”
“I want to come now. Make me come.”
Gripping her waist, I lift her off my cock, despite her protests. Then I lay her on her back. She’s reaching for me, a question on her lips, when I take hold of a pillow.
“Lift your hips for me, baby.”
She complies immediately, and I slide the pillow beneath her. Then I grip her thighs, helping her spread them, before plunging inside her again. Her pussy flutters around me.
“Don’t stop,” she demands.
With each thrust, I watch her breasts bounce.
Soon, I can’t stop my orgasm from barrelling through me. With the way Hallie clenches around me, she’s in the same boat.
We’re both breathing heavily, trying to come down from the high. I slide out of her, and she sits up, wrapping her arms around me and pressing soft kisses to my lips.
We take turns in the bathroom, getting ready for bed.
After that first night, she moved her toiletries to my en suite. I didn’t ask her to, but she saw the look on my face when I found her missing from my bed. She knew it would make me feel better having her stuff here, and it does.
Now every time she gets up and starts her night routine, I have no doubt she’ll be finding her way back to me.
Until she decides she needs to run again .