Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Gabe pulls all the way free, rolling to the edge of the bed to nab his pants. He fishes out his wallet and from inside, a condom. He grins at me playfully and I give it right back to him. I’m grateful he’s as prepared as a Boy Scout.
Straddling my body, Gabe rips the condom foil with his teeth. I take his length in hand, stroke him hard a few times, and he growls low in his throat. Molten eyes pinning me in place, he shoves the condom at me. “Might as well make yourself useful.”
I remember this so well from our past. Gabe loved my hands on him in this way, an affirmative action that showed how much I wanted it. The same as years before, my hands shake as I glide the condom on. His head tips back, eyes closed to relish the sensation, and he looks like an absolute god risen before me. I squeeze when I’m done and his head dips, dark golden eyes locking onto mine.
Gabe falls forward, his hands coming to the mattress at my shoulders, and my legs part, knees raised and pressing to his hips. His mouth hovers over mine, eyes still holding me in place. I guide him to me and he slowly enters, an agonizing inch at a time. We stare at each other, both unable to look away as he fills my body, and given the traitorous thump in my chest, I’m guessing a bit of my heart too. I hate myself for it, but it’s impossible to disentangle emotion from sex.
Later, I promise myself. I’ll harden myself later, but for now, I let myself feel it all.
When Gabe is fully seated, our pelvises flush, he finally kisses me again. He doesn’t move, just letting his mouth work against mine.
“Gabe…,” I whisper against his lips.
He ignores me, staying perfectly still within my body and kissing me thoroughly.
“Please.” I hate begging, but he loves it because I feel his mouth curve into a smile.
Then he moves, and oh wow… this is the thing I’d never forget. That connection, the feel of his body locking with mine as if it was the crucial last piece of a puzzle. His thickness filling me, his slow thrusts causing mad ripples of pleasure to assault my every sense.
I’m overwhelmed, out of control, and I hate it all.
Love it all.
Gabe’s hand presses between our bodies, his fingers finding that bundle of nerves that he knows will dismantle every last bit of dominion I have over myself. Tension coils tight, the rubber band pulled taut within me, and I consider holding it back but why bother. He’ll get it anyway.
I succumb to Gabe, giving it up to the man I should hate but don’t. The explosion of pleasure is violent and destructive, tearing me up from the inside out, and I’ve never felt anything more amazing in my life. I don’t know if it’s the deep well of bitter emotions we’re trying to wade through or the fact that I once loved this man with all my heart, but my orgasm is so powerful, I’m not sure I’m going to be okay.
I groan through the release, my body locking tight.
“Fuck yes,” Gabe mutters, his eyes alight with praise. His hips move faster and he tunnels deeper.
As I start to come down from the pinnacle, I feel my eyes closing. Gabe grabs my jaw with his hand and snarls, “Eyes on me, Hell Kat.”
I think to disobey him but curiosity wins out. I want to see if he’s going to be as undone as I was.
Teeth gritted, neck muscles straining, Gabe rides me fast and hard. I memorize the planes of his face, the pace of his breath, and with one hard thrust, Gabe’s expression twists into a ghastly but beautiful portrait of painful pleasure as he orgasms.
“Katherine.” My full name, a graveled prayer falling from his mouth.
A long rush of pent-up breath blows across my face and Gabe lowers his body onto mine, utterly spent. Without thought, only by emotion, I wrap my arms around his lower back, my legs around his thighs. He rests his chin on my shoulder, mouth pressed into my neck as his breathing regulates.
After what seems like forever, Gabe speaks first, although he keeps his head lowered. “Are you filled with regret and recrimination?”
“I’m too blissed out to feel anything negative right now, but give me a moment.”
I expect him to laugh but instead, he lifts his head and stares down at me. “This wasn’t a onetime-only thing, so if you’re going to have regrets, let’s hash them out now.”
My breath catches when I see how serious he is. This wasn’t about scratching an itch or giving into some type of hate fuck. Gabe wants to continue, and I had not considered that when I gave in to him tonight.