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With a brief exchange and borrowed keys, Gabriel walks me to Donovan’s car.
I didn’t even know I’d fallen asleep until he’s carrying me up his stairs. “You’ve got to be sore after your fight. I can walk.”
“Shh, no more protesting. No more acting brave. Let me take care of you.” He sets me on his bed. A soft smile curves his lips as his thumb grazes mine. He pulls his shirt off, toes off his shoes, and undoes his jeans before kneeling before me. “I need a shower.” He takes off my shoes. “You’re coming with me.”
“You smell freshly showered.” I touch his shoulder, cupping his face. “You need arnica on your cuts, your muscles.”
He stands, pulling my shirt over my head. I’m thankful I was clearheaded enough to put on a bra before leaving with Donovan. His gaze falls to my chest and moves up to my neck. His fingers gently follow. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”
“It’s not your fault.” I capture his hand before he notices the marks left by Austin’s grip on my neck.
Gabriel scoops me in his arms. Stepping into the bathroom, he doesn’t turn on the lights. He sets me on the counter, squeezing my hips before moving away to turn on the shower. When he faces me again, he moves slower, shrugging off his jeans as he nears. “Let me wash away the pain he caused.”
I want that. But I stop his hands as he reaches for the clasp of my bra. “He said you hated me.” I don’t want to believe anything Austin said, but this needs to be addressed. I can’t be with Gabriel believing he hates me.
His hand grips the back of my neck, tilting my head back. “He lied.” His blue eyes are pools of languid truth. “I hated the way you made me feel.”
Leaning into his touch, I ask what I’m afraid to, “How did I make you feel?”
“Like I was losing my mind. You loved him, but I wanted you.”
“I can’t be one of the many.” I’m not asking for forever. I just can’t feel like I mean nothing to him.
He leans forward, in my face. “You’ve never been one of anything. You’ve always been the one and only.” His lips touch mine, reverently and all too briefly.
I unclasp my bra, sliding it slowly down my arms.
His hands and eyes trail my every movement. “I might have been angry with you for loving him instead of me. But I never hated you, Angel.” He pulls me to my feet, sliding my yoga pants and panties off. “I never could.” He kisses up my stomach, between my breasts, working his way to my neck, then ear as he stands.
Lit with need and shaking from exhaustion, I manage to stay on my feet when he removes his boxer briefs. I suck in a breath at the sight of him naked, his bruised ribs, his face and lip, cut. His strong legs supporting his impressive form, and at his center, a raging-hard cock.
Cupping my ass, he pulls me flush against him, his hands kneading my flesh. “Let me take care of you. Let me worship you.”
The naughty girl in me screamsyes, please!The good girl in me screamsit’s about time!
I nod my acquiescence, and two seconds later he’s devouring my mouth. It’s a slow and sensual kiss, backed by urgency and suppressed lust. We’re breathless when he pulls back. “I’ve waited five years to do that.” He leads me into the shower, my hand in his.
I only get a few seconds of water wetting my hair before he backs me to the wall. “And I’ve waited just as long to do this.” He lowers to his knees, slinging my leg over his shoulder as he holds me steady with a splayed hand across my stomach, his eyes on mine. “I’m sorry if you’re tired, Angel. It might be a while before I get my fill.”
I gasp when he buries his nose in my pussy, separating my folds with his tongue. “A long fucking while,” he murmurs against my skin, sending goosebumps rippling across my body.
“God, Gabriel.” I grip his head and shoulder. He’s so dirty and delicious.
“God’s not here, Frankie. It’s only you and me.”
MY ANGEL TASTES LIKE HEAVEN ANDmoans like a siren from hell sent to torture me, test my willpower. I delve in deep, my tongue missing no crevice, having no mercy.
“Oh, God.”
“Gabriel.” I open my eyes, taking in her flushed skin, tight as hell nips, and undulating body trying to fuck the air, and smile. I’ve fantasized about this. I’ve jerked off to this. “When it’s my mouth tasting you, when it’s my cock fucking you, it’smyname on your lips.”
She holds my face in her hands. The mix of tenderness and want in her eyes has me wanting to spout words I’ve never said before. I’ve neverfeltbefore. But the next words out of her mouth save me from such fairytales, “Then fuck me already.”
I’d planned on making her come a couple of times before taking her to bed—totake her. I stand, exploring my way to her breasts, feeling them for the first time.God, these breasts.“Angel, I’m not fucking you for the first time in the shower.” I hardly recognize my voice, full of lust and a need to conquer. I’ve always been possessive of Frankie. Whenever Austin got handsy, I avoided them like they had the plague. My time in the service was a reprieve from their love. This is my chance, and I’m not screwing it up by fucking her for the first time in the shower like a ring-chaser I picked up at a bar.
My Angel deserves better.
Grabbing the shampoo, I guide her under the spray to wet her hair before losing myself in her dark locks. “I’ve always loved your hair.” It’s black as night and matches mine like we were forged from the same slab of marble.
