49. Alexis #2
The words rise up in me—I love you too—so close to the surface they ache. But after everything we’ve been through, after the weeks I spent rebuilding myself without him, I’m almost afraid to let them out, as if saying them will leave me too breakable. So I do the only thing I can. I show him.
I lift onto my toes and press my lips to his. A shudder runs through him, and then his arms band around me, hauling me close, deepening the kiss like he’s been starving for it.
As his mouth and hands move over me, something opens up inside me, and everything I’ve held back these past weeks comes pouring out. It’s been so long since we’ve been together, since we could touch each other like this, that part of me had started to believe we never would again.
Maybe he felt the same way, because he kisses me almost desperately, like he’s afraid I might disappear at any moment, like he has to make it count.
God, I know that feeling.
Because if those agonizing weeks apart taught me anything, it’s that I can’t live without him.
I don’t ever want to, not after everything we’ve survived.
It’s far too early to feel anything, so I know I’m imagining it, but as his hand drifts across my stomach, I could swear our baby shifts in answer. Like it knows he’s here.
His lips burn against my skin as he kisses down the side of my neck and up the other side. He cups my face in both hands, holding me there to kiss me again, an electric feeling arcing between us.
We stumble backward with the force of our effort to get even closer to each other, until my back meets one of the windows, and he pulls away just enough to look at me, his hands still cradling my face. My heart pounds and my stomach flips as I stare back at him, captured by the heat in his eyes.
In a fluid movement, Gabriel sinks to his knees and lifts me onto the windowsill.
He sets his hands on my knees and eases them apart, and I jolt at the heat of his palms gliding up my legs to my stomach.
He leans in and presses a kiss there, then trails his lips downward along my thighs.
When they reach bare skin at the spot just below the hem of my skirt, a gasp slips out of me.
“I’ve thought about this every single day you were gone,” he whispers. “I’ve thought about you.”
My eyes sting, and it takes everything I have not to break apart. I couldn’t begin to tell him how much I missed him, how being away from him felt like it was slowly killing me.
“You’ve always been gorgeous. But like this?
” He lifts his head to meet my eyes. The same heat from before is still there, but it’s different, almost reverent, as if the sight of me has stolen his breath.
He brings his hands back to my stomach, his own eyes wet.
“You’re carrying our baby, sunshine. I don’t have the words for what that does to me. ”
His voice is so thick with emotion that my heart lurches. I rest a hand over his, and he turns his head to press a kiss to my wrist. Gabriel is going to be an incredible father—I’ve already seen it with Peyton—and I can’t wait to watch him hold our child for the first time.
“My whole world, right here in my hands.” He breathes it against my skin, then laces a hand through mine and squeezes tight as he lowers his head between my legs.
He reaches my panties beneath my skirt, pushes them aside, and licks through my folds until he finds my clit.
The second his tongue lands on it, a moan slips out of me, echoing through the empty room, and he groans in satisfaction.
“Every day for the rest of our lives, I’ll get on my knees for you like this.”
He seals his lips around my clit and sucks, no slow build to it, as if he’s as done waiting as I am. His mouth on my pussy is even more overwhelming than I remember—maybe because of pregnancy hormones, or maybe just because it’s been so long—and pleasure rises fast, like steam filling up a pot.
My head drops back against the window as a cry spills out of me, loud and unabashed. There was a time I’d have been mortified to be this loud, but not anymore. Gabriel taught me that. I love what he does to me, and I don’t hide any of it from him.
He keeps going, hungry and determined, and it would be impossible to hold off my orgasm even if I tried. When it breaks over me, I grip his hair and grind against his face, letting out little mewling gasps and whimpers.
“I’m not even close to finished with you.” He slides two fingers into me while I’m still fluttering, curling them against the spot that lights me up, and my hips buck toward his hand. “Never will be. Ever.”
His thumb finds my clit, and I gasp as I realize he means it literally.
I’ve barely come down from the first climax and he’s already pushing me toward a second, the sensations rolling into something bigger and bigger, like a snowball hurtling down a hill.
I roll my hips against his hand, chasing it, taking what I want.
Gabriel makes a guttural sound, and then his mouth is back on me, his fingers driving deep, and there’s nothing patient about it now. He works me with his tongue and his hand at the same time, an onslaught of pleasure that doesn’t let up until I’m arching off the glass.
My heart is thrumming like a hummingbird’s wings, so fast I can’t even distinguish each beat anymore.
He’s always made me feel beautiful. Sexy. But he’s never made me feel quite like this.
It’s more than what his mouth is doing to me.
This isn’t just sex, not for either of us.
It’s everything we are right now, the promise we’re making each other, the family we’re starting together.
One of my hands finds his where it rests on my thigh, and he threads his fingers through mine tightly, as if he’s silently telling me I’ll always have him to hold on to when the ground shifts under me.
The words I’ve kept locked inside all this time rise along with the tidal wave of feelings spreading through me, the tension winding tighter and tighter the closer I get, until there’s no holding them in.
As I come hard for a second time, the words break past my lips, because I can’t keep them from him for one more second.
“I love you!”
It comes out on a scream, as if I want the whole world to hear.