Every timeI closed my eyes, I saw Rich’s angry face. I knew the wrath was coming. Every scenario was playing through my head as to what he was doing in the moments after he realized I was gone and what he was currently doing.
Was he searching for me? Did he go to his office to check the security camera feed? Did he know Gabe was helping me? Did he go to my parents’ house? Did he even realize I’d left? Did he care that I was gone?
As I lay in Gabe’s guest bed, I started to freak myself out. I envisioned Rich crawling through the window … hiding under the bed … in the closet. I envisioned him breaking down the front door and getting to me before Gabe could. I couldn’t take it any longer. I felt safe in Gabe’s arms and I wanted to be there.
Pulling back the covers, I climbed out of the queen sized bed and down the hall to where I’d showered. I knew it was Gabe’s room when he pulled out the boxers and T-shirt for me to wear. They smelled like him. Even though I tried to focus on his scent to fall asleep, I couldn’t whenever I closed my eyes.
I slowly opened the door and called out to him. He was awake and let me crawl into his bed. The moment he wrapped his arms around me, my body touching his bare chest, I felt safe again. It felt right.
“You sure you’re okay, angel?” he whispered against my shoulder.
I nodded. “Yeah. Just don’t want to be alone.”
“I got you.” He wrapped me tighter in his arms and my backside nudged into his hardening cock.
Instantly my stomach dropped as he poked me. I didn’t move away. Instead, I fought with myself. I wanted to be with him, but I was still married. I was married, but I’d left Rich tonight. In reality, I’d left him a month before in my head and heart—just not legally yet.
I needed to look toward my future now. All the pain I’d endured. The hurt, the fear, the lies—everything was now behind me. I was strong. I was a warrior and I deserved to be happy again. Gabe made me happy. Maybe he was only meant to save me from Rich and then down the road, we’d go our separate ways. I’d cross that bridge when I got to it, but here and now, I wanted him.
Most of all, I needed to erase Rich’s touch. I knew that wasn’t possible, but I didn’t want his touch to be the last one on my body anymore. I wanted to know what it was like to taste more than just Gabe’s kisses. I wanted to know what it was like to be touched in a way that felt nice again. The last time Rich and I made love, it was awkward. I’d still pictured Gabe even though Rich was gentle. I wanted to be able to leave my eyes open and the man staring back at me was the one I wanted to be with.
The night was a whirlwind and I was taking back my life finally.
Turning over in Gabe’s arms, I lay on my back, his hand draped over my stomach. Without saying a word, I put my mouth to his.
“Angel …” he mumbled against my lips.
“It’s okay. I want this,” I moaned.
He pulled back, breaking our lips apart. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I whispered.
Pausing, he stared into my hazel eyes and I waited. “Okay,” he finally whispered, and without any more hesitation he returned his mouth to mine.
He tasted like a hint of mint as my tongue licked his. My heart was beating fast and my panties were damp with anticipation. His mouth moved slowly as if he enjoyed the way I tasted as much as I enjoyed him. All of our previous kisses had been rushed and cut short, but not this one. This was slow and passionate.
He broke our mouths apart again. “One last time to back out. I won’t be able to stop when I have you naked.”
I smiled. “I’m sure.”
He lifted my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it on the floor. I was left with a bare chest, his chest brushing against my breasts as he hovered over me. I could barely see his silhouette in the dark room, only making out a few features as they were highlighted by the moon through the blinds.
“You have no idea … no idea how much I’ve wanted to taste every inch of you.”
I didn’t respond. I tried to form words as he lowered his head and his mouth took a nipple inside. I tried. I really did, but none came to mind expect a slight moan as his wet tongue circled my puckered nipple. God it felt good to have his mouth on my skin.
His tongue did circles as his hand cupped my other breast in his palm. My body relaxed as currents washed over me and straight to my core. I’d always imagined Gabe would fuck me against a wall, a door, a car—hell, even on the counter at Starbucks. What I’d never imaged was the way he’d take his time exploring my body. While I’d thought I wanted him to rock my world, this was much better.
His mouth moved to my other breast being kneaded by his palm while that hand slid down my body and dipped into the waistband of the boxers I was wearing. The tip of his finger ran along the seam of my panties and I wanted to wiggle beneath him to make his hand move farther down. I was aching, wet, and so aroused, the slightest touch on my clit would probably send me over the edge.
Instead, his tongue worked my nipple and his finger teased my skin just above my coarse hair. I was panting, my head tilted back as I enjoyed his touch and waited for that moment when his fingers brushed against my center.
“Gabe …” I called out.
“Shh. I got you.”
I knew he did—in more ways than one, but the anticipation was killing me. I wanted him inside me, rocking against me as my legs held him close. I wanted to feel him. Hell, I wanted to run my hand along his stomach and confirm he had the rippled abs I’d envisioned. Instead, he was out of my grasp and I was laying with my hands to my sides, trying to fight the urge to slide up the bed so his hand would slip into the lips of my pussy.
