While he works thecondom, I unbutton his shirt and pull it off, exposing his sculpted chest,which is every bit as gorgeous as I remember.
When he’s ready, Ihold onto his shoulders and lift my hips over his. He grabs my thighs, hishands sliding up to my butt, where he slowly lowers me on top of him. I gasp atthe feel of him, and he shudders against me, his eyes closing and his mouthslightly open. It’s the sexiest look I’ve ever seen. All my nervousness washesaway the moment he pulls my hips against his. Gabe and I are perfect for eachother. We fit together in a way I’ve never known with any other man. He rocks intome slowly, passionately, his hands roaming over my body under the robe, and hislips kissing me all over. I hold him tightly to me as we bring ourselves to aglorious finish. My heart is racing, my body is flushed with heat and passionand the delightful feel of his lips on my skin.
I lean against hischest and he cradles me in his arms. We are still connected, and I can feel hisheart beating against my chest.
“That was …amazing,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly against my cheek.
I nod, but I’m too outof breath to say anything.
I feel his chesttighten, and then I am lifted into the air. Gabe stands up, holding me tightlyto him. I giggle as he makes his way toward my room, and then sets me down onthe bed.
“I’ll be rightback,” he whispers as he slips into my bathroom to take care of business. Whenhe returns a moment later, I’m still laying on the bed, still wearing my robeto make me feel less exposed. Gabe grins as he crawls into bed beside me, hisnaked body glowing in the dim lighting. This man is so gorgeous I can’t standit. He pulls me to him and I lean against his bicep, inhaling his manly scent.We cuddle together until our heartbeats slow, and the air is filled with alingering passion. I’m totally ready to go again, but I’ll let him take thelead this time.
I lift up to lookat him. “Gabe?”
“Yes, beautiful?”
“Do you want tostay over tonight?”
A smile playsacross his lips. “I would love to stay over.”
A few moments passand he says my name.
“Yes, handsome?” Isay, copying his reply from earlier.
He rolls me onto myback and he leans up on his elbow beside me. His hand slides under the edge ofmy robe and gently cups my breast before he feels down my side, to my thigh,and then back up again. “Want to go again?”
I pull him towardme for a kiss. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Chapter 22
I think the wholeoffice loses their minds when I call in sick on Friday. Well, I don’t exactlysay I’m sick, but I tell Janie that I won’t be in, and I haven’t taken a dayoff in forever, so she reacts as if I’d told her I had the plague. She freaksout and offers to bring me medicine or take me to the doctor. I tell her not toworry, that I’m just out of town unexpectantly.
I had clients andmeetings and work to do, but I couldn’t bother to pull myself away from Alexa.Not after the night we’d had together. When I wake up this morning, she isstill in bed with me. Of course, it is her apartment so I don’t know where shewould have gone. But the fear was real. I’d fallen asleep cuddling her in myarms, and still had the worry that when I woke up she’d be gone just like thelast time.
But she’s here. Wedrifted apart during the night, and now she’s on her side instead of her back,her soft hair cascading down her shoulders and falling over the pillow. Shesleeps peacefully as the first rays of morning light filter through her purplecurtains.The color reminds me of herrobe, which is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I hope she wears it everynight for the rest of our life. Right now the sheets are covering most of herbody, but I can still see a hint of purple silk over her shoulders.
I glance around herroom and take in the little bits of her personality that’s in the décor. Shehas black and white photos on her walls. Bluebonnets, which are the Texas stateflower, beautiful sloping plains and a river. Her bedsheets are an array ofdark colors with a mandala print. She doesn’t have a TV in her bedroom, but shedoes have a shelf packed high with books. I can picture myself waking up hereevery weekend. My apartment is all stiff furniture and boring décor. Alexa’splace feels like home.
I breathe in deeplyand thank my lucky stars that I’m here. My risky trip was worth it and now mynew life with the woman of my dreams is just beginning. I close my eyes anddrift back asleep.
When I wake up,she’s gone.
My heart hammers inmy chest as I bolt up in her bed, looking around for any sight of her. Then Ihear a soft humming from the other room. The smell of bacon hits me at the samemoment I recognize the sound of it sizzling in a pan. I get up and pull on myjeans that I find folded neatly on the nightstand beside me. I hope she didn’tbring my clothes in here as a sign that I need to leave.
I step into theliving room which is small enough to also see into the kitchen. Alexa’s back isto me, and she’s now wearing black leggings that hug her ass perfectly, and agray tank top. She turns around after getting a carton of eggs from the fridge.
“Good morning,” shesays. “Nice hair.”
I run my hand overmy head, feeling the wild strands that have gotten untamed overnight. “Yet youare still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I say as I attempt towrangle my hair into submission.
She grins and goesback to cooking. “How do you like your eggs?”
“Any way is fine,”I say walking up to her.
“Scrambled withseasoning and cheddar it is.” She smirks and tosses some orange seasoning intoa bowl.
I slide my handsaround her waist and pull her back up against my chest while she cooks. “Needsome help?”
