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“Can I take your clothes off? I want to be closer to you. Please.”
He takes my hands in his and puts my fingers on the buttons. They’re slippery from the rain. He keeps me close while I undo them, one after the other after the other until I can peel it away from his undershirt. Take that off, too. His pants.
When I turn away to find somewhere clean to put the clothes, he knocks them out of my hand and onto the flour-covered floor.
“Gabriel—”
He silences me with a kiss, and then my own clothes are coming off. I’m naked in seconds and then I’m in his arms, pressed up against the length of him. Gabriel’s cold from the rain. I need to warm him up.
I curl closer, and he lifts me up onto the countertop and spreads my legs. Then his mouth is at the curve of my neck. My pulse point. My earlobe. He pushes into my body with a needy stroke. A single moment of stretching pain, then it’s gone.
I want to make him hot. I want to make him feel good.
Gabriel curls into me, over me, his hands holding me in place. It can’t be easy to do this when he’s standing, but I’m overwhelmed by the contact. Somehow he’s pressing our bodies together, teasing at my clit until it’s not just teasing anymore.
Until it’s pleasure, rising and rising until it overflows.
The orgasm is so powerful that I lose my balance, even with Gabriel holding me. I shoot out a hand to catch myself. It lands on the piping bag. Buttercream frosting spills onto the clean countertop. I swipe my fingertip through it, then take Gabriel’s chin and lift his face from my shoulder.
I can’t gather the words to speak. Neither can he. His pupils are blown out, and he’s still fucking me. Soft grunts escape him. My muscles squeeze him again and again. I’m going to get pulled under a second time, but not before I do this.
I put my finger to his lips.
He opens his mouth, drawing it in, and closes those lips over the frosting.
Gabriel groans, his eyelids fluttering shut, and he sucks hard on my finger.
He comes even harder, still licking at the buttercream frosting. I didn’t know it could be so different. I didn’t know I’d be able to feel him letting go. There’s no hesitation in his body. He’s trying so hard to do this with me, to belostwith me, that I think it actually happens.
I think his past actually leaves him behind. For a few moments, at least, while his heat fills me and his body wraps tight around mine and his tongue pulses around my finger.
When it’s over, he releases my finger and kisses me again. I can taste him underneath the sweetness.
“Take me upstairs,” he murmurs into my mouth. “Let me stay with you.”
I do.
7
GABRIEL
Elise sleeps next to me,curled around the pillow in a bed that’s really too small for both of us.
Thank God it is. It meant I got to stay close all night. I can’t remember the last time I wanted to share a bed with someone. Jacob, probably. Not again until I had her in my arms in the bakery.
Her hair is soft and silky and a sleepy mess, and I tuck it gently behind her ear. Elise’s cheeks get pink when she sleeps, like a single drop of red food coloring has fallen against her skin.
I’ve noticed it on other people before. Not like this. If I stay until the morning, I’m done looking for fascinating things about them and searching for the quickest exit instead. It’s never fast enough, even if they’re the type to accept a kiss on the cheek and me soundlessly closing the door and sliding the key underneath. I always want out. I always want to go home, where nobody can flirt with me or stare at me or touch me.
Not today.
I don’t want to go.
I don’t want toleave.
I want to stay.
Elise stirs on her pillow and settles again. I rest my palm between her shoulder blades. Fuck, she’s soft. She’s warm.
