“Sebastian,” Hannah said, power-walking toward him as the rest of the entourage lined up to hug and congratulate Gabrielle. “Can you help us pack up the equipment? I’m sure Gabrielle is exhausted and wants us out of here as soon as possible.”
Not as much as he wanted them gone.
Sebastian agreed and joined the crew in dismantling and packing up their items. An hour later, with the help of the King Family staff, they’d secured all the equipment onto the extended golf carts that would take Gabrielle’s team to a boat waiting for them at the bottom of the mountain.
He trudged up the winding path to his home. Gabrielle stood on the deck watching him. She’d changed out of her dress and stood barefoot on the deck, wearing a white tennis skirt that showed off her toned thighs and a fitted neon pink tank top with her logo stretched across her ample breasts.
“What did you think?” Gabrielle asked as he stepped onto the deck and stopped next to her. She nibbled on her lower lip as if it was possible he didn’t see her exactly as the world saw her—a badass, amazingly strong, and inspiring woman. Her dark brown skin glowed under the soft lights surrounding the deck. He stroked a finger along the side of her face, then twisted a strand of her thick locks around his fingers.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered. “Not many people have the courage to share deep personal struggles for all the world to see like you do. I’m proud of you for using your experiences to uplift and help others.”
“Stop it,” Gabrielle slapped a hand against his arm, then let it linger unmoving. The warmth of her touch radiated through him. “I was not fishing for a compliment. I promise.”
“Could have fooled me.” He rested his hands on her waist. “But I’m happy to shower you with compliments all night long if you want.”
“You’d do that for me?” She laughed. When her velvety, dark brown eyes settled on him, they were full of smoldering heat.
That was the tip of the iceberg of what he’d do for Gabrielle King.
Fuck if he wasn’t falling for this woman.
“I’d do a lot more than that,” Sebastian said, closing the gap between them.
“This from the man who goes through women like tissues,” Gabrielle said, a challenge in her gaze.
“Watch it with those stones. You’re living in a glass house on that one,” Sebastian reminded her. She didn’t deny it, which caused a twinge in his gut.
Gabrielle tossed her head back and stared at the stars spread across the night sky for a long moment. He looked at the graceful beauty of her neck and resisted the urge to trail kisses there. When she spoke, it broke the trance she’d placed on him.
“What if I’ve found someone who makes me want to change my old ways?” Gabrielle slid her hands along his arms and around his neck. Her gaze trailed from his eyes and lingered on his mouth as a naughty smile played at the corners of her mouth.
“That depends.” He found a groove around her waist and held her close. He dipped lower toward her face until the sweetness of her breath caressed his skin.
“On what?” Gabrielle tilted her head toward him and threaded her hands within his hair.
Sebastian licked his tongue along her lips, then said, “Who the someone is.” The desire to taste her and devour her raged through him. But he wanted her to say it.
Gabrielle didn’t disappoint. “It’s you, Seby. I want to be with you.”
Chapter24
Primal instincts took over as he lifted her into his arms and crushed her mouth with his. She parted her lips to welcome his tongue, sucking and nibbling on him as he pushed the kiss deeper. She tasted like the sweetest honey, melting in his mouth with every lick and caress. He couldn’t get enough of Gabrielle King. She was all he wanted and more than he deserved.
With the grace of a dancer, she slid her legs up his thighs and wrapped them around his hips. He pressed against her, cock pulsating as he rubbed against the thin fabric of her thong. Even with clothes separating them, he could feel how wet she was for him. It was enough to drive him fucking insane.
Hands roaming over the delicious curves of her ass, he squeezed and kneaded her soft flesh until her moans intermingled with their kisses. He took uncoordinated steps through the living room and into the bedroom, refusing to break the kiss until his shins bumped against the footboard. Gabrielle slipped from his arms, and she squealed as he let her fall back onto the bed.
She leaned forward with a sexy grin and lifted her tank top over her head, tossing it aside. Her plump breasts rose and fell against her chest. Her dark nipples, already tight buds, begged to be sucked. If he’d known she wasn’t wearing a bra, fuck if he wouldn’t have started his seduction of her body there.
Gabrielle continued her strip tease, shimmying out of the tennis skirt and wiggling the thong down her legs until she lay naked on his bed. If this was a fucking dream, he didn’t want to wake up. He’d never wanted a woman as much as he wanted her.
A sexy smile spread across her face as she flicked her thong around her finger.
“It’s so hot in here. Looks like you’re wearing too many clothes,” Gabrielle said, then tossed the thong at him.
Sebastian caught it in the air. The soaked fabric in his hand sent a clear message to his cock, now twitching in his pants. He mimicked her moves, yanking his shirt over his head and stepping out of his pants and boxer briefs until he stood naked before her.
Her lust-filled eyes trailed down his body, fascinated by his chest muscles and eight-pack abs. Never had he been happier that he kept up the rigorous military workout schedule long after walking away from being a PISCO. The way Gabrielle salivated over him made every minute worth it. Her mouth fell open as she stared at his erect shaft, hard and thick and demanding to be inside her.
