Page 79 of The Wrong Groom

I shudder in his arms as I grind my ass against him to bring him even deeper, rolling my hips against his hand to keep that exquisite pressure on my clit.

It washes through me in wave after wave, and by the time it ebbs away, I collapse forward onto my hands and knees again, breathing hard, my limbs shaky.

Gabriel’s fingers leave my clit, both hands settling on my hips as he thrusts a few more times, hard and fast. I feel his cock swell inside me as I clench around him, sounds spilling out of me that aren’t even words. He grunts, and I can tell he’s right on the edge when he pulls out suddenly. Craning my neck to look over my shoulder, I watch him fist his cock with one hand, the other holding me in place by the hip.

His nostrils flare as he strokes himself hard, and his head tips back as he comes, the muscles in his neck straining as he spills rope after rope of hot cum across my lower back. I shiver at the feel of it, echoes of my climax sending little shocks of pleasure through me as he shudders and grunts behind me until he’s emptied out.

When it’s finally over, he drags in a shuddery breath. Then, to my surprise, he drags his fingers through the mess at the small of my back, gathering up some of his cum before pressing two fingers into me, stealing my breath all over again. I feel filthy and so damn sexy all at once as he works his cum in deep.

He bends over me to kiss the back of my neck, his fingers still moving in me, and my eyes flutter shut.

When he finally withdraws his fingers, he climbs off the bed quickly and goes into the attached bathroom to grab a towel. He cleans the rest of his cum from my back and then eases me down onto my side and stretches out behind me, gathering me against his chest so we’re tucked together. I sink into the solid heat of him, my body wrung out and completely satisfied.

“Thank you,” I breathe.

He makes a noise in his throat, masculine and deep. “I should be thanking you. Do you have any idea how amazing you are?”

I can’t help but grin at that, that fluttery feeling passing through my stomach again. Before I can answer, he presses his mouth to my shoulder and gives it a little bite. It’s just enough to make me hiss, not enough to hurt, and I feel him smile against my skin. Then he lifts his head, letting out a frustrated groan as his eyes go to the clock.

“Shit,” he mutters. “It’s almost seven. We should probably get cleaned up.”

My gaze follows his and I sigh, because even though I wish we could stay in bed all day, I know he’s right. I sit up and turn toward him. “Okay. Would you like to join me in the shower?”

He gives me a stern look, raising one eyebrow. “Yeah, I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” I ask innocently.

“Because if I join you in the shower, we’ll both be late, and you definitely won’t get clean.”

I laugh. It’s a light, airy laugh, the kind that comes easily when I’m with him. I bite my lip, and he smiles.

“You can go first,” he says. “Seeing as you’re the one who needs to do the most cleaning up.”

As I head toward the bathroom, I glance back at him, a pleasant flutter in my chest. Then I close the door behind myself and slip into the shower.

The water cascades down my shoulders, warm and soothing. I set the temperature to a little cooler than my usual preference. We have a full day ahead of us, and I’ve got work to do on my project space. If I can’t shock my brain out of the haze that settled over me while he was inside me… well, I won’t get anything done, to say the least.

The cold does amplify the aches in my body, though, making me deeply aware of the places where I’ve been stretched and gripped, the muscles that have been getting a more intense workout than usual. It’s a pleasant sensation despite the soreness, a reminder of everything I did with Gabriel.

I press my forehead against the cool tile, my fingers brushing against my lips, still tingling from his kisses.

He’s an amazing teacher. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out all these years—that I’ve made it to twenty-five without ever experiencing this. Then again, it’s probably not just sex that’s this great. It’s sex with him, specifically.

I shake myself. Gabriel is out there waiting. I can’t keep hogging the shower. Quickly, I shampoo my hair and rinse, then slather on conditioner. The scent of manuka honey fills the bathroom, somewhat muted by the cool water. I work the conditioner through my hair, massaging it into the ends, then tilt my head back to let the water run through it.

I dry off, then pull on a bathrobe and emerge into the bedroom. “All yours.”

Gabriel showers much more quickly than I do, but I still manage to dress in the time it takes him to finish—which is a relief, because at the sight of him shirtless and dripping, a towel slung low around his hips, I have half a mind to collapse onto the bed and beg him for more. If I wasn’t wearing clothes, there would be one less obstacle to that outcome, and I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.

As it is, I sit on the edge of the bed, pretending to fuss with the hem of my sweater, but my eyes betray me. They flicker up, tracing the droplets of water as they glide down his chest.

He raises an eyebrow at me, clearly amused. “Can I change in here, or do I need to hide in the bathroom?”

“You can change in here,” I say in a small voice.

Gabriel chuckles, and the sound sends a shiver down my spine. It’s low and teasing, like he knows exactly what effect he’s having on me. He walks over to the dresser, his broad back flexing with each movement, the muscles beneath his skin rippling as he rummages for clothes. My eyes can’t help but follow him, taking in every detail.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we’re not going to make it out of this room anytime soon,” he tells me.