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“I don’t—know—what this is,” he said between hard breaths, his eyes, laced with confusion and desire, burning into hers.
She didn’t know what this was, either. And even if she’d known what to call this insatiable attraction between them, she had no idea what to do about it. All she knew was what her body was telling her, and it was telling her to take whatever he was offering her and give back as good as she got. Right here. Right now. They could comfort each other.
On instinct, she let her hands glide up his chest, then ran them back down, digging in her nails a little as they raked across his solid abs, past his navel, to the waistband of his jeans. He released a low, very male sound that told her he liked that. Liked it very much.
He pressed his big body into hers, and she could feel every hard plane and ridge of him. “You make me want things, Hope. Things I haven’t wanted in a long fucking time.”
“What things?” she asked, in a voice she didn’t recognize. Low, husky, wanton.
He groaned again and bent his head, his mouth trailing kisses up her neck before stopping under her ear. A shudder ran through Hope’s entire being.
“Things that involve you. Naked. Under me.” He licked the shell of her ear. “On top of me.” He crushed his torso to hers so that her breasts flattened against him. “In front of me. Christ, I want you any way, Hope. Every way. I have no fucking idea why, but I want you.” His words liquified her, and she clung to his shoulders as he pushed her higher up the door so that she came up to her toes. He pinned her there, his hips grinding into hers, showing her just how much his body wanted hers.
Rocking her hips into his, she set into motion a primal rhythm that soon had her hovering on the verge of orgasm. It usually took at least twenty minutes to get her anywhere near the vicinity of an orgasm, but this man had her on the edge of the cliff within a minute,andthey were fully clothed.
“Oh my God!” she gasped. “Gabe!”
“I know,” he ground out, slipping his hand under her skirt and up her inner thigh, only to stop at her panties.
Urgent, desperate, she whimpered beside his ear, thrusting the hottest part of herself towards his hand. She was behaving completely shameless, totally out of character, but she was beyond caring, beyond reason. She was frantic for his touch. Mindless.
Finally, his fingers slipped under her panties, and she thunked her head on the door. Sweet Lord, this felt so good. He feltso good.
“So wet,” he murmured, his tone full of awe, like he was as surprised by their insane attraction as she was.
“For you,” she panted as he stroked her.
He seemed to know exactly where and how to touch her. Her body shook under his ministrations, all of her muscles tensing with anticipation. And when he delved into her core, she released a sob of satisfaction.
“That’s it,” he coaxed, with that sexy rumble of a voice he had.
Hope dropped her head into the crook of his neck and then, because he smelled so good, she bit lightly into his flesh there. The groan that tore from Gabe’s throat went right through her.
He cursed roughly into her hair as her desire slicked his fingers even more. Curving two of his digits deep inside her, he reached some ultra-sensitive spot she’d only read about in books.
She went off like a firecracker on the Fourth of July, riding his hand as a tsunami of sweet pleasure washed over her. She would have cried out, was crying out, but he covered her mouth with his, swallowing her sobs as wave after wave of ecstasy consumed her.
It was only afterward, when he was cuddling her to his chest, their breath regulating in tandem as he stroked a hand over her hair, that the grim realization hit her: she’d nearly screamed out loud during the most powerful orgasm in her entire history—with a six-year-old in a room down the hall. Snapping back to reality with a hard jolt, she wiggled out of his embrace and covered her mouth with her hand.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, horrified.
Gabe gave her an amused, if not a little smug, look. “Actually, that was all me, sweetheart,” he said cheekily as he stepped toward her again. She glared at him, holding her hand out, palm up, to stop him. He caught her hand in one of his and brought it to his mouth, smiling against her fingertips.
He found this funny, the brute.
“Ruby,” she growled in a tone that hopefully made it obvious why they both should be freaking out.
The amusement in his gaze intensified, and she was going to have to hit him if he started laughing at her right now. But he didn’t. He took a slow step back and helped her smooth her rumpled clothes, then he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear in that special way of his.
“It’s okay, Hope,” he reassured.
But she felt anything but okay. The warmth of her orgasm-induced buzz was quickly being replaced by shame and horror. What had they just done?
“I don’t think that can happen again while I’m here,” she said adamantly, deciding on the spot. “If we had woken her— ” She closed her eyes against the horrible thought. “I didn’t think that through. I’m sorry.” When she opened her eyes, her gaze collided with his.
The amusement was gone from his green eyes, replaced with a cold, remote look that she hoped was awareness of how truly appalling this situation was.
For a long moment, Gabe said nothing. Then, as if he had decided something in the quiet of his mind that he wasn’t going to share, he reached behind her and opened the door.
