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I’ve blushed so much around him I hardly feel the heat climbing from my chest into my cheeks.
“Because all I can think about is you touching me.” Lifting my hands, he flattens my palms against his chest.
He’s all hot skin and hard muscle. My fingers slip by themselves to trace the ridges of his abs.
One second I’m standing. The next I’m wrapped around him, his hands gripping under my thighs locking my legs around his waist, and he’s kissing me. Hard.
He walks forward. His fingers slip under my shirt, under my tank, and grip my waist. Instead of yanking me closer, he’s pushing me against the wall. With his hands. His chest. His hips. His fingers dig into my thighs.
There’s nothingcomfortableabout the way his body presses into mine. This is entirely something new. Part exciting. Part scary. Definitely dangerous. And heat bursts through me in runaway flames that have me chasing after some unknown goal.
chapter 50
Gabe
“Use your skills to your advantage.”
~ Meredith Morgan
(played by the award-winning Meredith Wade)
Raising Ryder: Episode238
Devouring Jess. Holy burning hell. Hips. Ass. Legs. Groans. Sighs. Lips. Tongue. Skin. Hair. Perfection.
I hike her legs higher around my waist and carry her from the wall to the bed. My knees hit the mattress, and her back hits the comforter.
My girl’s a freaking work of art—a striking contrast of girl-next-door and hardcore fantasy. All the things I want to do with her sprint through my head on sensory overload. Buzz under my skin in an edgy vibration.
Using her hips to boost her farther up the bed, I crawl up her body, hover over her, brace myself on the mattress on either side of her face, lean down and lick her top lip.
Her hands go around my neck, and she yanks me into a full kiss.
I lower my body to hers, tangle our legs, our hands, our tongues.
She’s soft and warm and perfect under me. All sweet curves and breathy moans. For a girl who’s never done any of this until me, she’s damn good at it. Or maybe we just fit.
The more I touch her, the more I kiss her, the more she melts into me. When she wants me to kiss her deeper, her fingers curl into my hair. When I oblige, her hands roam over my arms and my shoulders. Her nails drag down my back.
The sharp scratches she brands across my skin, the perfect sounds she makes against my mouth, spur the drive to get closer, be closer. I’m desperate to feel her skin-to-skin.
I work my mouth down her neck and chest to the sweet spot where her neckline dips. Inching up the bottom of her tank, I glide my hand up her side. Slip down her body to trace circles around her belly button with my tongue. Place open-mouthed kisses across the soft skin of her stomach, my lips grazing the top of her waistband.
Her fingers jerk against my hair, halting my progress—her gasp a mix ofplease-keep-goingandoh-my-god-stop.
Slow down!The warning slams through my head. This is Jess. You’re not collecting RBI’s or stealing bases. You care about this girl. A lot. I breathe through the restless thrum skidding through my veins and climb up her body. Slide my hand to her throat. Feel her tight swallow. “Escalator Girl?”
The pulse in her neck hammers against my thumb.
“Rules.” I nip at the frantic beat. Suck on her skin. “Make rules.” I work my way down her neck. Teeth. Tongue. Repeat. “Because I don’t have any.”
She exhales, her raw groan half husky, half embarrassed. “No... sex.”
“Too vague.” I know too many other ways to worship her. “Help me out here.” I breathe in the way she smells right behind her ear. “My hands...” Run down her sides. “My mouth...” Skims over her collarbone. “Are dying to map your body. Is that what you want?”
She tucks her face into my shoulder, her hot exhale sending heat to gather along my spine.
“Jess.” I palm her hip. Squeeze. Dip my thumb just beneath her waistband. And shit if my fingers aren’t shaking. Shit ifI’mnot shaking.
