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“Hope.” He uttered her name like a prayer, his tone reverent.
Hooking his fingers into the seam of her panties, he dragged them down her thighs and past her knees. Gabe groaned as his gaze feasted on her. Palming the backs of her thighs, he ran his hands up until he cupped her ass. He squeezed her cheeks then slid his hands between her legs until his fingertips grazed her center from behind—and released yet another appreciative growl.
“Open,” he demanded, nudging her legs farther apart.
Gabe’s gaze, intense and focused, zeroed in on the center of her femininity, and Hope couldn’t believe she’d once felt self-conscious to be bared so fully in front of a man. With Gabe she felt exhilarated when he stared at her like this, a powerful sense of thrill firing through her when he looked at her naked and wanting in front of him. She felt the opposite of self-conscious. She felt proud and bold.
And when his tongue stroked over her swollen center, she sucked in a breath and felt nothing but the exquisite pleasure of his flesh on hers. There was nothing,nothingthat could accurately describe the sensations that arrowed through her when he set his mouth on her. He licked and sucked until she had to clutch his shoulders to stay upright. Her pants turned to desperate pleas. She sobbed his name over and over. When he slid his finger inside her, matching the rhythm of his wicked tongue, she lost it—and exploded against his mouth.
Her legs refused to hold her up. She collapsed to straddle him still sitting on the couch. Reeling from the intensity of her release, she watched Gabe quickly unzip his own jeans and free himself. He rolled on a condom and guided her onto him.
As she took him inside her, she watched, awed, as he closed his eyes and sheer relief washed over his face—like he’d been hanging off a cliff by his fingertips and she’d just thrown him a rope. His broad chest rose and fell in deep breaths as he held her, the rest of him unmoving. Whether he was savoring the sensation of filling her or trying to get a grip on his control, she couldn’t be sure. But she knew that in this position, he was at her mercy. She only had to move, and he’d be unable to resist. Buoyed by the sexual confidence and desire that raced through her, she slowly rolled her hips forward, then back.
His eyes opened, and the intensity in them made her own fill instantly.
“Do you have any idea how much power you have over me?” he growled through gritted teeth as he raised his hips fractionally.
She caught her breath, not knowing how to acknowledge this revelation. She didn’t want to feel its weight or the pressure it carried. She didn’t want to havecompletepower over him, or anyone, not when there was still so much he didn’t know about her. So much she wasn’t sure she could ever share with anyone. She might never let Gabe in the same way he’d let her in tonight. She wanted to share in his pain but she still wasn’t sure how or if he could ever fully share in hers.
So she took the coward’s way out and ignored his impassioned words. Instead, she gave him the one thing that was hers to give freely. Rolling her hips over him again, she squeezed her inner muscles. His satisfied groan spurred her on.
She lifted her hips then bore down again and again, running her hands down his chest and through his hair and anywhere else she could, the need to be as close to him as possible consuming her.
Gabe stroked his tongue over her nipple. She moaned appreciatively when he nipped her pebbled skin, then blew on it. His fingers moved to her over-sensitized flesh where they were joined, rubbing and stroking as his mouth continued its lick, nip, blow staccato.
At this rate, she wasn’t going to be able to hold out for long. As much as she wanted to hurtle toward her release, she desired something more.
“I want you to come,” she gasped.
He laughed against her breast. “Trust me, sweetheart, that’s not gonna be a problem.”
She shook her head. “No.” Her body started to tighten and shudder, so she tried to still the rhythm of her hips, but he only bucked into her harder. “I want you to come with me,” she panted, raking her fingernails down his washboard abs. “Together.”
“Hope,” Gabe growled. “You’re killing me.”
“Please! It’s starting, Gabe.” She moaned. “I want to feel you coming inside me while I do.” She undulated with abandon now, racing toward her orgasm, its pressure building inside her.
Gabe surged to his feet, gripping her hips as his mouth came down on hers madly. His tongue pillaged as he hammered into her, rebounding her off his hips with each hard thrust.
When the delirium of passion threatened to overwhelm her senses, she tore her lips from his and dropped her gaze between them. Her breasts were bouncing, their skin slapping as he moved in and out of her, his biceps bulging as he held her to him. But it was the sight of his length disappearing inside her, over and over, that made her let go with a cry.
“Oh God, I’m coming,” she sobbed, as her climax flooded through her. “Gabe! Please!”
Through a storm of erotic sensation, he kept her close for one last powerful thrust, and then he came with her.
He collapsed back onto the couch, taking her with him, his chest heaving against hers, their heart beats pounding in tandem, reassuring her. She wasn’t the only one with this demanding, insatiable need burning inside. Dropping her head onto his chest as she worked to catch her breath, Hope relished the feeling, and shifted so she could lay a palm over his racing heart.
Gabe ran his hands down her spine to cup her backside, keeping her tucked against him. She felt cherished, warm and protected. It was a long while before the world around them slowly came back to focus. The thrumming sounds of the bar on Friday night vibrated through his office walls.
“You probably need to get back to the bar,” she said, into the crook of his shoulder. She felt bad keeping him from his work obligations for so long already.
“It’s been running fine without me all night. I’m good right here.” His arms remained locked around her hips, anchoring her to him—with him still inside her and the aftershocks of her orgasms still rippling over him in little spasms. Hope sighed contentedly.
Only after a chill from the room sent a shiver down the length of her body, did Gabe slowly draw her back. “I’ll get in there to finish the shift and close the bar, but after—” He stared at her intently. “I want you to spend the rest of the night with me.”
The way he was looking at her made her wonder if he feared she might say no, as if she’d want to be anywhere else tonight. “I want that, too,” she whispered.
Warmth swamped her heart when the first real smile she’d seen in days broke across his rugged face.
