When he draws back, I collapse. My shoulders hit the comforter and my face mashes into the pillows. A string of unintelligible words spill out of my mouth, but he gets the gist of it and falls onto the bed beside me.
“Yeah,” he agrees. “It was good.”
Gabriel rolls me onto my side, pulling me close against his chest. His muscular body easily envelopes mine, and his fingers trace lazy circles on my skin.
He lingers on the tender spot he left on my shoulder, his finger gently pressing against the abused skin.
"I left a mark," he murmurs, pressing his lips to the bruise. I shiver at the sensation, his reaction comforting.
“I’m not surprised.”
He hums in response, his fingers trailing down my spine.
“You seem oddly pleased about that,” I tell him.
Gabriel chuckles. “Maybe I am.”
I roll over to face him, my eyes searching his. “You could sound less smug about it,” I say, wincing when the mark rubs against the sheets.
He grins before kissing the tip of my nose. “I could, but where’s the fun in that?”
Rolling my eyes, I smack his chest, ignoring the pang in my own.
Reaching for the sheet, I tug it up to cover my body and pull myself into a seated position.
Gabriel frowns, but I ignore him as my eyes scan the floor in search of my clothes. They sort of went flying after dinner when we finally made it to his room.
“What are you doing?” he asks, confusion evident in his voice as I crawl over him to reach the edge of the bed.
I gesture to my scattered clothes. "I'm getting dressed."
He sits up, his scowl deepening, but I’m having a hard time looking at his face with the rest of him on display.
His sweatpants catch my eye, and I toss them onto his lap. “Put those on,” I tell him.
His frown morphs into a grin. “Better idea,” he counters, rising to his feet. His dick is already half hard again. Is he supposed to be ready to go again this fast? I mean, that’s not normal, right? “Let’s both stay naked and get back in the bed.”
My eyes travel over his body, taking in the deep V at his waist and the way his stomach flexes when he moves. I try, and fail, not to stare at his dick, licking my lips because god, nobody should have a body this perfect.
“Can’t,” I tell him, my voice suddenly breathless.
Gabriel crowds me, tugging the sheet from my hands. “Bullshit,” he says. “There’s nothing stopping us from doing exactly that.”
“Rules, remember?”
Looking down at me, he grins. “The rules say no sleepovers, and trust me …” He leans down and trails his lips along my jaw. “What I have planned doesn’t include any sleeping.”
I shiver but manage to remain strong. “The rules also say no cuddling.” Brushing past him, I find a shirt—his, not mine, but fuck it—and pull it on.
The material falls to my mid-thigh, and I shrug. It will do.
Gabriel’s gaze flicks over me hungrily. “I like you in my clothes,” he says, his expression darkening.
My heart leaps into my throat. I don’t know which one of us moves first, but the next thing I know, his lips are on mine. My fingers grip his shoulders, and his hands tangle in the long strands of my hair.
Being with him, feeling Gabriel like this, it wakes up every nerve ending in my body. I don’t want this feeling to end.
Without breaking the kiss, Gabriel lifts me into his arms. My legs lock around his waist, my hands holding fast to the back of his neck. The way he kisses me has me rocking against him, chasing some sort of friction. He groans into my mouth, and I nip at his full bottom lip.
