I hummed. “And why shouldn’t you?”
“Because…we shouldn’t. This isn’t…part of the list,” Lily stammered.
A growl formed low in my throat at the mention of the list, and a muscle in my cheek fluttered. “But you want this? You want me to touch you?”
I wanted to confirm this was what Lily really wanted. I pulled away, leaning back against the couch to get a look at her flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. Her eyes, usually a bright blue, were dark like the ocean.
The pause allowed us both to catch our breath, and I watched as Lily’s tongue ran along her bottom lip while her gaze took me in. Her hands rested on my chest, and she leaned forward, forehead pressed against mine. “I want you to touch me. If you want to?—”
“Oh, Sunshine, I fucking want to,” I said with a low chuckle. I reached into my pocket, pulling out Lily’s wish list and grabbing a pen that was lying on her side table. I flipped the paper over, and in my messy scrawl wroteMake Lily come.
“There. Now, I have a list, too, with one fucking priority,” I said, tossing the paper and pen off to the side. I had a beautiful woman on my lap who needed a release and wanted me to give it to her.
Lily’s lips parted, and she let out a small laugh of disbelief. “Gabe,” she breathed.
I cut off the rest of her words with a hungry kiss, teeth nipping at her bottom lip. My hand snaked down her side, relishing the curve of her waist and digging my fingers into her hip. I anchored her down and guided her over my jeans. “Where do you want my touch?”
Lily’s lips parted, another moan escaping her as she rolled her hips. “I want your touch everywhere,” she breathed. “But I—I’m not really sure what I like. I mean, I know what I like when it’s justme, but with someone else…it’s—well, it’s been a while,” she admitted, vulnerable eyes locked on me.
“Let’s figure out what you like, then.”
I didn’t like the idea of Lily with someone else. And while shetechnicallywasn’t mine, at this moment, she was. And I was going to show her exactly what it felt like to be my girl.
33
LILY
Heat and tensioncoiled in my lower belly as I rocked against Gabe’s cock over the barrier of our clothes. I couldn’t get enough of him or the hunger in his eyes. His erection pressed against me, and how hard he was turned me on even more, because I had the power to do this to him.
This tension had been simmering between us all night—for the last few weeks, really—and was finally about to snap.
Let’s figure out what you like, then.
I liked the sound of that.
I was trying not to think too hard about what this meant and the possible consequences. My café, the building, Gabe leaving. Those were all important pieces…just not important at this moment.
What was importantright nowwas how we both wanted this.
“Show me what you would do if I was yours,” I said breathlessly. For one night, we could pretend.
Gabe’s expression was hard to read at first. I couldn’t tell if he was challenged by my words or if they reminded him that whatever was between us was temporary.
Either way, he quickly gathered his composure and let his gaze slowly move down my body, his eyes searing every inch of my skin. I still had all my clothes on, but with the way he looked at me, I might as well have been naked. He took in every dip and curve with such awe.
“If you were mine, I would do everything in my power to make you feel good. To make you feel beautiful. I would learn your body and what you enjoy like the back of my fucking hand.”
My breath hitched as he slipped his hand underneath my sweater, which was suddenly too hot and suffocating. I grabbed the hem and pulled it over my head, carelessly letting it drop to the floor, my attention fully on Gabe.
The thick column of his throat bobbed, his eyes taking in my sheer, light-blue bralette.
“Fuck, Lily,” he rasped. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. So fucking perfect.”
I’d been called pretty before, but never beautiful. Not only that, but Gabe didn’t just say those words to me. I felt them. I’d never had someone look at me the way he was right now. Like he wanted to make me his.
Gabe pressed his mouth to my neck, peppering slow, hot kisses to my skin. I tipped my head back, giving him more space to explore. It didn’t take him long to find a spot—right where my neck met my shoulder—that drove me wild. A soft noise escaped me as he pressed another kiss, and I moaned even louder when he sucked at my skin. I continued to grind against him, reveling in the pressure between my legs and his hot mouth on my skin.
“Gabe.” My hand found the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his brown hair that was getting messier by the minute.
