Chapter 9 Gabriel
CHAPTER NINE
GAbrIEL
After a while, she leans back, fork spinning between her fingers. “That was amazing. I’m so stuffed, I’m not sure I can move.”
“Glad you liked it,” I say, and immediately start clearing plates. She tries to help, but I wave her off. “Sit. I’ve got this.”
But she’s stubborn. She hops off the stool and grabs the stack of plates, brushing past me. Her hip grazes mine, and my brain fucking shorts out. I freeze, hands sudsy, staring at her like a complete idiot.
She winks at me, and I know she’s doing that shit on purpose. “Didn’t peg you as the type to do dishes.”
“I’m full of surprises,” I say, but my voice comes out rough. She’s close enough to kiss, and I almost do, but she pivots to load the dishwasher, and the moment passes.
When we finish, she leans back against the counter, drying her hands.
“Come on,” I say, offering my hand. “I want to show you something.”
She slips her hand in mine and lets me lead her down the hall to the living room. The city lights glitter through the glass, but the main attraction is the one-hundred-two-inch TV mounted on the far wall, glowing like the moon.
“That’s the biggest TV I’ve ever seen,” she says, eyes going wide.
“I bought it for you,” I deadpan. “I thought you’d appreciate watching Traitors on the big screen.”
She laughs so hard she snorts. “You might regret that when I show up every night wanting to watch your fancy new TV.”
I love how she isn’t fazed by my intensity. I love that she calls me out every time. “I’m counting on you being here with me every goddamn night.” She rolls her eyes, but she’s fighting a smile. Smartass. I want to grab her and haul her against my chest, but I keep my composure. Barely.
“That’s a dangerous promise,” she says, voice all flirty with a hint of challenge. “You sure you can handle me every night?”
Fuck. I want to handle her every damn night and twice on Sunday. I let my eyes drag down her body, slow and deliberate. She shivers, even though she tries to play it cool.
“I can handle all of you.” My voice drops to a growl. “In fact, I can’t get enough of you.”
She smirks, dropping onto the couch like she owns the place. “Good. Because I plan on eating all your food, hogging your TV, and leaving my stuff everywhere.”
God. She’s so fucking cute. Every word out of her mouth is another nail in my coffin. I can’t fucking wait to watch Alice making my place hers.
She scrolls with the remote, browsing endless streaming options, but I can’t stop looking at her.
She glances over. “You’re not even pretending to care about the TV.”
“I only care about you,” I say, and she flushes and fiddles with the remote, hands trembling just a bit, and I know I’m getting to her.
She finally lands on a show about naked people surviving in the wilderness. “I have a soft spot for reality TV, don’t judge.”
“I’d watch paint dry if you picked it,” I say. “But this is good.”
She’s the one who closes the gap, grabbing my shirt and hauling me in for a kiss.
Her mouth is warm and soft, her tongue teasing, daring me to chase her.
I do. I slide my hand into her hair and tip her head back, deepening the kiss until she moans and pulls me on top of her.
Her fingers dig into my back, blunt nails leaving little trails of want.
She kisses back like she’s starving for me—biting my lip, tangling her tongue with mine, arching her curves against me. I slide my hands under her thighs and lift her, setting her in my lap. Her hips grind down, rubbing against the erection that’s been throbbing since she walked in.
Her hands run up my chest, fingers fumbling with my buttons. She pops them open, one by one, then splays her hands over my bare skin, tracing every muscle like she’s mapping new territory. I shudder, nearly losing it at the sensation of her nails dragging over my abs.
She leans in and licks a slow stripe along my jaw, nipping at my ear. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she whispers.
I lose it.
I haul her closer, kissing her so hard we both gasp. My hands slide into her yoga pants, tracing the line of her panties. She’s soaked. I groan, cupping her through the soft fabric, and she bites my lip in retaliation.
She reaches for my zipper, and I grab her wrist, slowing her down just enough to ask, “You sure?”
She looks at me, really looks, like she’s searching for a reason to stop. Then she nods, eyes clear and hungry. “So sure. Stop talking and keep kissing me.”
“Deal,” I rumble, and stand up with her in my arms. As I carry her to the bedroom, she nuzzles into my neck, and her sweet scent drives me goddamn crazy. My cock is so hard it’s a miracle I don’t bust through my pants before I even lay her down.
I kick open the bedroom door and carry Alice straight to my bed. She’s laughing, breathless, clinging to my shirt like she’s never letting go. Thank fuck, because I’m not ever letting her go either.
I lay her out across the navy sheets, and she stretches like a cat, hair spilling everywhere, curves on full display. Fucking hell. She’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
I crawl over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while I drag my mouth down her neck. She gasps, arching up to meet me, rubbing her tits against my chest. “You’re trouble, coffee girl,” I growl, nipping at that soft spot just below her jaw. “You know that?”
She laughs, breathless. “At least I’m not boring.”
“Fuck no. Boring never made me this crazy.” I nip my way down the side of her neck, loving the way her whole body shudders under me. “You taste so fucking good.” I leave a line of kisses down to her collarbone, then bite gently at a spot that makes her gasp loud enough to echo off the walls.
“Hurry, Gabe,” she groans, arching her back so her tits press into my chest. “If you don’t get these clothes off me, I’m going to combust.”
Music to my damn ears. I grip the hem of her T-shirt and drag it up, slow enough to make her squirm, then peel it off over her head.
Those perfect tits bounce as she sits up to help, and my mouth goes dry.
I don’t even give her time to breathe before I yank her bra down, freeing her gorgeous tits.
Fuck, she’s stunning. Pink nipples, soft and tight.
I can’t resist them—I cup her tits in my hands, squeezing gently, and roll my thumbs across her tight pink nipples.
Fuck me, she’s perfect. Her whole body arches off the bed.
“God, Gabe, do it again,” she moans, voice all breathy and desperate.
There’s no way I’ll ever get tired of hearing her say my name like that. I suck one of her nipples into my mouth and bite just hard enough to make her whimper. Her hands tangle in my hair, yanking me closer.
“Fuck, Alice, you taste so good.” I suck harder, rolling her tight nipple between my teeth just to hear her moan. Her back bows off the bed, shoving those perfect tits into my mouth like she’s begging for more.
“Don’t stop,” she gasps, her voice cracking. God, she’s so fucking gorgeous when she’s needy and desperate for me.
“No chance in hell.” I switch to her other nipple and give it the same treatment. Her hands lock around the back of my head, and I swear I’m never letting her go.
She rubs her hips against my thigh, practically humping me through her yoga pants.
Fucking hell. The way she grinds against me is enough to make my eyes roll back in my head.
I grab her luscious ass and pull her in even tighter, loving the feel of her soft curves riding my leg.
Her tits bounce as her breath comes faster.
“Fuck, I need you.” My hand slides under the waistband of her yoga pants to find her panties are even more soaked. Jesus Christ. My cock’s about to tear through my zipper.
“Please.” She arches her hips into my hand, desperate, greedy, perfect.
I work my fingers over her clit through the thin fabric, making tight little circles. Alice whimpers and digs her nails into my shoulders, head tossed back. “Gabe, please. Don’t tease.”
Fuck me, I love her like this. “You can take it.” I flick her clit and watch as her entire body bows off the bed.
Fuck yes. Her gorgeous tits bounce, nipples hard and begging for my mouth again, but I’m laser-focused on the way she whimpers when I tease her through the soaked cotton.
Her hips grind into my hand like she’s desperate for more.
I slide my fingers under the edge of her panties, feeling her slick, hot skin. She’s so wet I nearly lose it.
“Touch me,” she gasps, eyes blue fire. “No more teasing.”
Holy fuck, I think I’m in love. “Whatever you want, coffee girl.” I hook my thumbs under the waistband and drag her yoga pants and panties down those perfect legs, leaving her bare and trembling on my sheets.
I scoot back and just stare at her perfect body while telling my cock to calm the fuck down.