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He lapped at me, and a divine pleasure gripped me. My thighs clenched around his head and he chuckled and pushed them apart, spreading me wide, on the pool table, so he could continue his feasting. Oh God. Was he doing the thing he’d said, spelling his name?
I dug my fingers into his hair, stilling him. “Do you have a condom?”
“Patience, Forster.” He dragged his tongue slowly at my center, his eyes locked with mine. “First I need to feel you come undone on my tongue.”
His whispered words against my sex had me arching up with need. Heat flushed through my veins. The world disappeared to nothing but him—the warmth of his firm, probing tongue, the indecent groans he gave that broadcast his enjoyment as he worked, the aching need between my thighs. A desperate tension made me arch and my thighs contract around him. It felt so incredible, but it wasn’t enough. My body ached to be full of him. Gently, I pushed his head away and reached for his waistband. I worked to undress him while his lips recaptured mine, forcing me to taste myself on his tongue.
His commanding voice was rough against my ear. “The bedroom. Now.”
No. The bedroom was too far. I couldn’t wait. I turned around and braced my hands on the pool table. My heartbeat throbbed in my ears. This is how I wanted him to take me. Deep and hard. If we only had one night together, then there was no point being shy. This wasn’t about romance. Gabe had made it clear, he only wanted sex.
His tongue traced out over his full lips. “Here?”
“Yes.”
He nudged my legs apart with his knee and pressed me flat with a large palm at the base of my spine. I had to ask him about protection, but my head spun. I tossed my head over my shoulder. He slid his trousers and boxers down. I gulped. The rumors were true. Gabe Rivers had inherited more than his porn star dad’s money. His eyes met mine, and he raised a bemused eyebrow. No surprise that he knew how impressive that was.
His fingers fumbled to open the condom packet. I hadn’t even seen where it had come from. This was all so practiced for him. So mundane. Or was it? His fingers were trembling and he was breathing hard. I’d never seen him lose his cool or do anything in a hurry. Usually every movement was precise and measured, but whatever this crazy tension was between us, he’d lost his patience. It gave me a smug sense of satisfaction to know that this was unraveling him, too.
He pulled me into position, his bare skin warm against the back of my thighs. Then his cool hands were everywhere, exploring the soft hollows of my back, caressing my hips.
“Tell me you want this. I need to hear you say it.” His voice broke with huskiness.
“I want you.”
He took a firm grip of my hips. I waited. Cold air caressed my sensitive exposed flesh. My body throbbed with need. I tossed my head to peer over my shoulder. He stood frozen, his gaze trained on my lower back. He traced a finger at the base of my spine then he pushed into me. The stretching burn was sharper than I’d expected. I was ready for him, but Goddamn, he was big. I spread my palms flat on the pool table.
Gripping my hips tightly, he pushed deeper, stretching and filling every inch of me. I took a hard breath. He wrapped his hand around my ponytail, tugging it back lightly, making me arch for him. I moaned, biting my lip so I wouldn’t cry out.
“Look at me.”
I twisted as much as I could with my hair still in his hand. My fingers dug into the felt as I braced myself to take more of him.
His eyes were full of concern. “Am I hurting you?”
“No.”
I clung to the table as every snap of his hips brought me a punishing pleasure. I threw a glance over my shoulder. Maybe he didn’t play football anymore, but he still had the body and stamina of an athlete. His delicious abs contracted and rolled as he worked, thrusting in steady, even strokes. His fingers dug into my hip hard enough to bruise. He fisted his hand tighter into my hair, making me arch. My neck flashed hot. He pulled my back against him, every intense thrust leaving me desperate for a release just beyond my grasp. His breath was harsh and uneven as his strokes became wilder and more erratic. A series of rough cries and gasps left my lips. Noises I didn’t even know I was capable of. Raw pleasure exploded in a shuddering release where our bodies joined and rushed in waves through me. Gabe’s final quick, uneven strokes left me breathless, as he found his own release. His heavy weight pressed me flat onto green felt before he straightened.
Gently, he twisted me and hauled me into his arms. I curled into his hard chest. The tantalizing scent of his sweat filled my nose.
“Fuck, Forster.” An astonished grin overtook his handsome features. “That was … Fuck …I don’t even know what that was…”
I couldn’t help my laugh.I didn’t know what it was, either. Sex had never felt like that with Jed. Gabe made me feel safe, but empowered and sexy, the same way I’d felt with him at the strip club.
He frowned. His concerned gaze travelled over me. “Was it good for you?”
Warmth lit my chest. “Better than good.”
His brow relaxed and he eased into a teasing smile. “I’m just glad you could keep up with me, Forster.”
Chapter 23
Gabe
Mirihadlaughedatthe idea of eating in the bath, but I’d convinced her. Trays piled high with sandwiches, charcuterie, and intricate cakes sat alongside bowls spilling over with fruit all over the bathroom. She sat at one end of the Jacuzzi bath, drinking her cup of tea, and I sat at the other.
She smiled. “Tea and cake in a bath bigger than my house. It doesn’t get better.”
