Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
JASMINE
My breath caught, and my pulse thundered against my ribs at the steely resolve in Gabe’s eyes. His rough palm slid against my cheek as his body pressed into me.
Then he slammed his lips down on mine. A needy whimper slipped out as his kiss consumed me.
All I could hear was the steady pounding in my ears.
All I could smell was the rain on his skin mixed with the bergamot and leather of his soap.
All I could feel was his hands at my waist and tangled in my hair and his body pressed against mine. And his taste…
“Mmm,” I groaned as our tongues tangled in a sensual dance for dominance. He tasted sweet like the tea he’d drank at dinner and like the peppermints he snuck to Juniper when he thought I wasn’t looking. But most of all, he tasted like mine.
Gabe broke our kiss long enough to lean down and grip the backs of my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. My legs snaked around his waist, and he pressed into me. His rock-hard length rubbed against the seam of my shorts directly over my clit, and I moaned.
“I’m done fighting this,” he growled against my mouth. “You’re. Mine. Fuck what anyone thinks. Fuck propriety. Fuck the consequences.”
“Fuck me,” I breathed. He pulled back to look into my eyes.
“I’m going to do more than fuck you, Little Menace.
I’m going to taste you,” he declared, dropping his lips to my jaw and pressing a kiss there.
“I’m going to worship you.” He punctuated his promise with another kiss, working his way down my neck.
“I’m going to claim you—body, mind, and soul.
” His lips latched onto my collarbone, and I cupped his face with my hands, bringing his mouth back to mine.
I poured every ounce of longing I’d felt over the past couple months into our kiss.
Then we were moving. He dug the key out of his pocket, his lips never leaving mine, and quickly unlocked the door.
It banged shut behind us when he stepped inside.
He didn’t put me down until we were next to the stairs leading to my bed.
Removing his hat, he slicked a hand over his hair and peeled his soaking wet shirt off before reaching for the hem of mine.
I lifted my arms, and he pulled it over my head.
A low curse spilled from his lips as he drank in the sight of my sheer bralette, my peaked nipples visible through the lace.
“Like what you see?” I asked playfully.
He lifted his gaze to mine and swallowed hard.
“I love what I see,” he confessed, pure adoration shining in his eyes.
Unparalleled euphoria washed over me. I wanted to tell him I loved him, but the words caught in my throat.
Though, I got the sense that he read the unspoken declaration in my expression.
We moved at the same time, his hands framing my hips and my arms going around his neck. I raked my nails over his scalp before tangling my hands in his hair. He growled his approval against my lips.
“I need you naked. Now,” he demanded.
“Then take off my clothes.”
He didn’t waste a second. His hands found the button on my shorts and popped it open.
I unclipped my pump from my shorts before he yanked them down my legs.
I stepped out of them and kicked them aside.
Slipping his hands down my back and into the back of my panties, he squeezed my ass before pushing the lacy fabric over my hips and dropping to his knees in front of me to slide them down my legs.
He stayed there, kneeling at my feet and gazing up at me reverently.
Leaning forward, he pressed soft kisses to my belly and across my hips until he reached the spot where my insulin pump was inserted.
“May I?” he asked, and I nodded, understanding what he was asking. He suspended the infusion and disconnected my pump, performing the task deftly and without any instruction. He’d been paying attention.
Warmth suffused me, and a fluttering sensation swelled in my chest. The thoughtful gesture showed how much he cared for me. All of me. Even the parts that others had seen as broken. Even the version of me who challenged him and pushed his buttons. He saw it all and still wanted more.
And I would give it all to him.
Gabe reached for his belt buckle, but I stopped him.
“Let me,” I requested, brushing his hands away.
He acquiesced, dropping his arms to his side and watching me with a heated intensity that made my skin prickle with anticipation.
I slowly undid his belt and pulled it through the loops before going to work on his button and zipper.
He was nearly panting by the time I pushed the denim down his thighs.
I palmed him through his boxer briefs, and he hissed a sharp breath in through his teeth.
“I’ve been dying to touch you,” I confessed, my voice needy. Hooking my fingers into the waistband, I slowly slid them down to join his pants around his ankles. He was essentially trapped and completely at my mercy with nowhere to run without falling on his face.
I curled my hand around his thick shaft and gave it a few good pumps. His head fell back on a groan, and his abs flexed.
“But even more so, I’ve been dying to taste you.” His eyes popped open, and I grinned wickedly up at him as I dropped to my knees.
“Jasmine,” he warned. “You can’t— I won’t— I don’t want to blow in your mouth,” he said, and my pussy clenched at the thought.
“If you do, we’ll just have to start over,” I said, unconcerned. He gasped when I flicked my tongue over the head of his cock then swirled it around the thick crown.
“Fuck,” he drew out as I sank down on it, opening my throat to take in as much as I could and hollowing out my cheeks as I pulled back. I did it again, gripping the base and pumping my hand to the rhythm of my sucks.
“I-I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that,” he ground out.
“Hmm,” I hummed, and his hips jerked in pleasure. His fingers tangled in my hair, and a pulse of need shot straight to my core. He pumped in and out, finally succumbing to his primal desires.
“Jasmine, I can’t—agh,” he groaned a second before he exploded in my mouth. I swallowed as hot spurts of cum hit the back of my throat. He cursed. He begged and pleaded. He praised my name as I drained him dry.
I stood, wiping a drop from the corner of my lips, and sucked it off my thumb. His heated gaze tracked the movement, and his chest heaved.
A rakish smirk curved his lips as he stepped out of his jeans.
“You’re going to pay for that.” Bending, he scooped me into his arms, and I let out a squeal of surprise.
Tossing me onto the bed, he crawled toward me.
I relaxed back on my pillow, my stomach clenching in expectation.
I was so ready to finally give myself over to him.
He hovered above me, his hands planted on either side of my head. He dipped his head to kiss me. It was a scorching show of passion, but it was over all too soon.
“You’ve been torturing me for months. Now it’s time to return the favor. Consider this your punishment,” he declared with a wicked grin, retreating and ignoring my protestations. I needed him inside me, and I needed it now.
Nudging my legs wider, he settled his shoulders between my thighs. “I’ve only had a small sample, and I’ve been craving the whole thing ever since.” My back arched off the bed the second his tongue swiped over my clit.
“Gabe,” I gasped, shoving my fingers in his hair as he flattened his tongue against my pussy and took a long, slow lick, stopping to swirl the tip around my clit.
He drew circles over it, alternating with gentle flicks and sucks until he found a rhythm that had me clamping my thighs down on his head.
He chuckled darkly, and the vibration sent my rapidly building release into hyper drive. Then he was gone, and my orgasm ebbed.
“What are you—” I began, glancing down at him, the question dying on my tongue when my gaze clashed with the roguish twinkle in his eye then dropped to his lips that glistened with my arousal.
“I’m savoring you,” he replied, dragging a finger through my wetness. He coated first one finger, then the other in my juices before pushing the first one inside me. “Hmmm, you’re awfully tight; I’m not sure you can handle more than one finger.”
“I can,” I assured him, panting. I probably should’ve been ashamed of how needy and desperate I sounded, but I was too far gone to care. I wasn’t too proud to beg for his cock if I had to.
He tentatively added that second finger, stretching me until I was deliciously full. “I’m still not sure you can handle all of me. You’re squeezing my fingers so hard, I don’t think there’s room for anything else.”
“There is. Ah,” I cried out as he curled them both forward and slowly pumped in and out.
“I better make sure you’re good and ready. You need to be dripping wet.” I wasn’t sure I could get any wetter, but I wasn’t about to argue. As long he fucked me good and hard, I didn’t care how long it took him to get me ready.
Gabe dropped his head to press kisses all around my clit, but didn’t touch it until I began to squirm and growl in frustration.
Then he dove in, attacking it with a fervor so unlike the languid, unhurried strokes from before.
His fingers dragged across my inner walls as he sucked my clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue over it like it was his favorite snack about to disappear off the shelves.
Pressure built in my core, and I clamped down on his fingers as my stomach tightened. My release mounted quickly, and I swore if he edged me again, I was going to finish myself off and make him watch just like last time.
My orgasm crested with that thought as images of his cum-soaked lap flashed in my mind. One more flick of his tongue sent me tumbling over the edge. I shouted his name, and my body trembled with the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.