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Hmph. Isn't that interesting. He watches me carefully, but I've got nothing to say. My mind is in overdrive trying to process this. And honestly, that means my mind is spouting sentence after sentence in one long, rambling mumbo jumbo. Gabe slides out of his seat, motions with his hand for me to scoot over, and then he sits next to me, pulling his plate over to this side of the table.
“What are you doing?” My question sounds forced, clamped, like I'm barely breathing enough to talk.
“Sitting next to you.” He shrugs before taking a bite out of his burger. His thigh is pushed against mine and when I haven't been able to stop looking at him in his new seat, he turns to say with a nod to my plate, “It's going to get cold, Ryan.”
“Why are you sitting next to me?” His action is throwing me off, utterly confusing my already lost mind. It's ridiculous that he's stumped me with this one action.
“Do you want me to move back?” He asks, resting a hand on my thigh.
I glance down to it, shaking my head. “That's not what I said.”
“What's the matter, Ryan?” he says softly. “You looked a little freaked out, so I wanted to sit with you. Plus, I can touch you this way.” He flashes me a smile, squeezes my thigh, and I giggle.
“You...I just...never mind.” I lean over to give him a little kiss. “Glad you're in a good mood.”
I finally join him in eating and in between bites, we continue our conversation. He asks me if I'm any closer on choosing a major, and I excitedly tell him about my plans. It still sounds weird to me. Gabe smiles while he listens.
“I knew you'd find something you'd be interested in.”
“Yeah, I just hope it sticks. Hey,” I say, suddenly remembering I meant to ask him about his partner. “Why has it been so long since you've had a partner? Do you like this one?”
Gabe has finished eating, but I still have some left. While he talks, he angles towards me some more, his hand still planted on my thigh with his fingers moving lazily. “My previous partner transferred to Charlotte for a higher position, and they just hadn't refilled his position here until now. And yeah, he's okay. Fredrick doesn't have much experience, but I think it'll work out. He's at a coffee shop a couple stores down, eating.”
Just as I take my last bite, Gabe looks down at his clock on his wrist. “Time to go?” I question.
“Yeah, just about. Be right back.” He grabs the check off the end of the table and goes to pay. I watch him walk away, wanting nothing more than to undress him, before taking one more sip of my drink and following him. Once he's paid, he turns and takes my hand. “I'll walk you to your car.”
“Thanks for lunch, Gabe.”
“You're welcome. I'm glad I got to see you.”
“I'm glad you got to see me too,” I say with a grin, causing Gabe to laugh. My car is right outside, so it's not a long walk. I search in my purse for my keys and unlock my door with the press of a button. Gabe reaches around me to open the door, but I don't get in. Instead, I turn to him, stepping closer until there's less than an inch between us. “Do I get a kiss before I go?”
“Do you want one?” He answers, clutching my hips, curling his fingers into my back.
“Yes.” There's no need for me to say more or anything other than that. Yes is the truth, and I don't see the point in saying otherwise.
Gabe smiles, looking dangerously sexy now as he eliminates the space between us. I've had plenty of kisses before, but none as addicting and consuming as Gabe's. His make me feel unhurried yet overwhelmed from the mere presence of his lips on mine. He's in control. The thought thrills me. Whenever I have sex, I'm usually the one in control and guys love it. But with Gabe, there's no mistake as to who is holding the power. He is.
My entire body slinks against him when he slips his tongue into my mouth. I grasp the back of his neck, half of my fingers diving into his hair. There's a tenderness, but a crazed hunger underneath as if he's trying to control himself. I pull his lower lip into my mouth, tugging it between my teeth, and his grip on my hips is iron-strong. My smile can't resist forming against his lips, breaking our kiss. His eyes open, those brown eyes examining carefully.
“See you Saturday?” It comes out as a question, my voice wavering slightly with an unbearable need to have him.
“Yes. I'll pick you up.”
I slide into my seat then and Gabe shuts the door after saying goodbye.
* * *
I was actually ready when Gabe came to pick me up. He drove out of town to this field in the middle of freaking nowhere. There's a couple of picnic tables and an old, wooden barn, but then it's wide open with surrounding fields. We're away from the highway and completely alone.
The gun is large, scary, and intimidating in Gabe's hand. I gulp. Gabe lays it down on a picnic table along with a couple others and an array of ammunition, plus three cans of soda. He glances over at me where I'm standing a few feet away with my arms crossed over my chest.
“Are you doing okay, Ryan?” He asks carefully.
“Are you sure you know what you're doing?” I hate that I can hear my apprehension in my voice.
Gabe gives me a hearty laugh. “I'm a cop. Of course I know how to use a gun.” He stops what he's doing and walks over to me, running his hands up and down my arms between my elbow and my shoulder. With his lips against my forehead, he soothingly adds, “If you don't want to, you don't have to.” Gabe looks down at me, waiting to see if I'm going to bail or not.
