He raised toward her, crashing his mouth on hers to stifle the passion-filled moan threatening to erupt from her. She craved every inch of him, her body longing for all he could give. She arched her back as he buried deep within her. The waves of pleasure had her trembling and bucking.
A dangerous glint flashed in Sebastian’s eyes.
She teetered on the edge, grinding and gyrating on his cock as his hips moved upward with purposeful and determined thrusts. His tip stroked the sweet spot deep inside of her.
His name tumbled out of her mouth in a low-moaned whisper as a tsunami-sized orgasm crashed over her. He held her in place as wave after wave of aftershocks riddled her. Moments later, his body stiffened, then spasmed and shuddered. His plunging movements became uncoordinated as he filled her with every drop of his orgasm.
Collapsing on top of him, Gabrielle trapped him within her grasp and refused to let go.
Chapter33
“You look like crap.” Hannah peered past the massive bouquet of tropical flowers in her arms. She dropped her purse in the chair, then crossed the room, beckoning for a hug.
“Is that any way to talk to your boss?” Gabrielle gazed down at her rumpled cotton pajama pants and turquoise Hullabaloo tank top and felt embarrassed.
This was Sebastian’s fault. After spending the night wrapped in his strong arms, she’d awoken to find him gone, with only a trail of hibiscus petals on the bed where he’d been. She’d burst into tears, understanding why he left without saying goodbye. If he hadn’t, she would have convinced him to stay another day and night, then another, until he was prevented from doing what he’d vowed to do—find her stalker.
In a fit of petulant defiance, she’d thrown on her most comfortable pajamas and crawled back into bed, ignoring her morning meetings as she cried herself to sleep.
She trudged forward, dodging the massive flowers, and hugged her publicist.
“Do you know what time it is?” Hannah pressed, as she placed the flowers on the coffee table.
“Yes, it’s almost two in the afternoon. What’s with the flowers?” Stepping out of Hannah’s embrace, Gabrielle staggered to the steaming carafe of coffee resting on a side table and filled her mug to the brim.
“The hotel concierge was on her way to your room. Since I was headed here, I told her I’d deliver them. Interestingly, she said a handsome man dropped them off early this morning, and he didn’t appear to be from a flower shop.” Hannah let out a low whistle. “Care to fill me in? Are you hiding out at this hotel because of a secret rendezvous with a new lover?”
Gabrielle shook her head, although that was what last night turned into. All thoughts of Tony Brooks and police guards outside the suite had faded from her mind. She and Sebastian connected in a way that was permanent and lasting. She was rattled by how quickly things were moving, but the idea of slowing down was more disturbing. She didn’t want space from Sebastian. She wanted him with her always.
Hannah placed the flowers on a side table and glanced back at the door. “Felt like I was entering PIIB headquarters to get on your floor. Is he a celebrity? A politician? Am I close?”
“Want coffee?” Gabrielle asked, deciding to ignore the barrage of questions. Her eyes were drawn to the coral and orange hibiscus in the vase. Sebastian sprinkled the same flowers on her bed before he left. The timing worked out for him to have dropped off the bouquet with the concierge. She fought a smile and plastered a blank look on her face.
“Quick with the deflection, as usual,” Hannah chided. “Yes, with sugar, please.”
Gabrielle poured the coffee, then added six sugars, stirring slowly as the cubes dissolved in the black liquid. She owed Hannah the truth, especially since coming to the hotel could be putting a target on her friend’s back.
“To answer your question, I’m under police protection.” Gabrielle handed Hannah her coffee, then joined her at the table in front of the windows that overlooked the calm turquoise waters of the Atlantic. The sun reflected off the shimmering ocean in brilliant golds and oranges.
“Police protection? Why?”
“I have another stalker.”
“What?” Hannah fumbled the mug before getting a firm grasp on it. “You can’t drop a bomb like that and not give me details. What happened?”
She briefly summarized the stalker’s actions since she arrived back in St. Felipe. “The worst part is the stalker stole everything from my purse.”
“Please tell me your journal wasn’t in there.”
“It was,” Gabrielle whispered.
“Anything in there that could wreck your brand?”
Gabrielle shook her head. “No, I don’t put names and places in it for that reason. They’ll see how I felt about situations but couldn’t trace them to a specific person. Mostly, it’s ranting about my nonexistent love life … until the past week.”
“So Gabriellehasgotten her groove back?”
“Something like that,” Gabrielle said, unable to stop a big smile from spreading across her face. “Remember the bodyguard my sister hired for me when I got home.”
