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Breathing hard now, he grinned down at her. “Better than my chocolate cake?”
“I’m not sure,” she said tartly. “Best to make an informed choice.”
He laughed, then slid his finger into her heat, and both of them groaned quietly. “I want our next time to be somewhere that we can be loud as we want,” he whispered.
“Agree. Just...” She arched again when he curved his finger inside her, covering her mouth to muffle what would have been a shout. “Hurry, Gabe. Please.”
“No. No hurrying this time. I’m going to...” He sucked in a breath as he slid into her in one smooth stroke and hummed, the sound vibrating along her skin. “Gonna take my time.” His next kiss was sinful and left her seeking more when he lifted his head enough to whisper, “Gonna savor what’s mine.”
Mine. God, she wanted to be his. She was almost afraid of how much she wanted it. She cupped his face with one hand, loving the feel of his stubble against her palm, and threaded the fingers of the other through his curls. “I like that. Being yours.”
He met her gaze. Held it for just long enough. “Thought you might.”
He was quiet then, the only sound that of his skin on hers, her sigh, his soft groan. The quickening of their breaths. Her gasp when he did something with his hips that made her arch once again and her whispered pleading. “Please, Gabe. More. Please. I need—”
“I know what you need.” He kissed her hard, then lifted his body, framing her shoulders with his capable hands. Then he gave her what she wanted, what she needed, lunging harder and faster and way more intensely. She met him thrust for thrust until her body stiffened.
She threw back her head and, biting her lip to stay quiet, came harder than she ever had in her life.
And after the last time, that was saying something.
She collapsed back to the mattress, staring up at him as he shoved up on his arms, his head thrown back, his body one long, solid, beautiful curve of muscle. His groan was muffled, but not very quiet.
Molly didn’t care. Watching him come apart... He was so beautiful.
His shoulders sagged and he caught himself before he landed on her too hard, lowering himself slowly, carefully. Then made everything even more perfect when he nuzzled his face against her throat, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
“Mmmm,” he hummed.
She smiled, stroking his back. “Mmmm, indeed.”
He stayed there for long minutes while the ceiling fan spun, gradually cooling their skin. Then he pulled out, every movement deliberate and gentle.
He flopped to his back with a low laugh. “Damn, woman. You done tired me out.”
She rolled to her side, caressing his chest again. Unable to stop touching him. “Good cardio.”
He snorted. Then sighed. “It’s dark outside now. I think they’ll be waiting for us so we can leave.”
They’d be going to Burke’s soon, taking Chelsea and Harper with them. They’d be shoved together like sardines in a can, but it would be easier to guard everyone all together and they’d taken enough advantage of Farrah’s hospitality.
“It’s gonna be noisy and crowded at Burke’s,” she murmured. “I’m glad we got this time for ourselves.”
“I think we more than earned it. Let me clean up, then the bathroom is yours.”
That had been the other advantage of choosing this guest room—the en suite bathroom. Nothing like sneaking to the bathroom after sex in someone else’s house.
Twenty minutes later, they left the bedroom wearing the clothes they’d first arrived in. Farrah had washed, dried, and folded them at some point during the day. There were still stains, but at least the clothes were no longer bloody.
Taking their sheets to the laundry room down the hall, Molly dumped them in the washer and started the cycle. Then, hand in hand, she and Gabe made their way to the kitchen.
Chelsea was sitting with Farrah, both sipping from coffee cups, both wearing ridiculous grins. “Hey, there, big sis,” Chelsea drawled. She nodded at Gabe. “And bonsoir to you, Chef Hebert. Hope y’all had a good ‘nap.’ ”
“We did, thank you,” Molly said with as much dignity as she could muster.
Chelsea chuckled and Harper looked up from the tablet on which she’d been playing. “What’s so funny?” her niece asked, eyes narrowing.
“Absolutely nothing,” Molly said firmly, then sat next to the child. “How you doing, kiddo?”
