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He licks his lips. “Gonna need more than that.”
I let my legs fall open. He reaches toward me, slow and determined, and grabs me under the knees, dragging me closer.
Giddiness bubbles up into my chest as he flicks my skirt up, holding it in place low on my stomach. The firmness in his touch only intensifies the ache, and by the smirk on his face, I think he knows it. He dips down between my legs and my breath rushes out in a tremble as he nuzzles me. His soft moan buzzes against me, barely audible. The seconds it takes for his fingers to pull aside that little strip of fabric last a lifetime.
I die a little when his tongue finally touches me. He mutters a torturedfuckand does it again, adding a flourishing lick and a light suckle when he reaches my clit. He looks up at me before sucking harder.
All the shitty feelings from the day disappear at the heat in his dark eyes. I sink back onto the blanket, murmuring his name, winding the fingers of one hand through his thick hair, and using my other hand to pinch my nipple through my dress and bra. My tits block my view, but I’m going to remember the way he’s looking at me.
His tongue is precise, circling and fluttering, licking and sucking to a pattern he reads from my body. There’s no sense of urgency, even though we’re out in the open and presumably this road is public, but he isn’t lazy about it either. He’s perfect.
I close my eyes, but the sun still burns behind my eyelids. The heat from the engine, the heat of his mouth between my legs, they’re melting me. He moans like he’s getting as much satisfaction as I am from this, and that turns me on so much.
“Oh god, Gabe,” I murmur, tightening my grip on his hair. A little cry escapes my lips when he slips a finger in, a second quickly following. He’s gentler than yesterday, thrusting slowly, curling his fingers while he tongues my clit. When he speeds up, I murmur again. His name, how good it feels, what I want him to do. He does it and some, his fingers hitting just right, thrusting hard and fast while he sucks my clit and I hover on the edge of something huge.
Heat gathers, my legs start to shake, and pressure grows deep inside until the world explodes, turning me inside out and emptying me as I scream his name up into the cloudless sky. Gabe holds me down, pulling every last bit of pleasure from my body as my orgasm goes on and on until I’m a crying, shuddering mess and he finally stops.
Holy shit. I press the heels of my hands to my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to pull myself together.
He doesn’t give me the time. He fists the front of my dress and pulls me up. I’m too boneless to complain that he’ll rip it. He looks very pleased with himself, and also very wet. His face is dripping.
“Did I—?” Squirt him? That’s never happened before.
He yanks my dress down and wipes his face off on my tits. “Sure did.”
I wince. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he says as he lifts his head and scoops me into his arms. He puts me into the car, along with my shoes, and pulls the wet wipes from the glovebox to clean us up. I’m too wrecked to do it myself.
After, he folds up the blanket and inspects the hood of the car. I roll my eyes, but god I hope he doesn’t have regrets because that was hands down the best oral I’ve ever received. Either Gabriel Sinclair is blessed with a natural gift, or he’s been practicing somewhere the tabloids haven’t picked up on.
He slides into the driver’s seat and has the car in gear before I can offer to return the favor.
I reach over to his lap and give the lump in his jeans a gentle but firm squeeze. “Pull over.”
He keeps his eyes on the road as he lifts my hand off his dick. “I’d rather not.”
“Are you sure? I’ll blow you while you drive, but I have to warn you—I’m good. You’ll want to pull over or we’ll end up in a field.”
His jaw clenches. “I don’t want a blow job.”
“You don’t like blow jobs?” That’s disappointing. I love them. There’s nothing like making someone shake and beg. It’s a total power trip.
“I love a good blow job, but you don’t owe me.”
The sinking feeling in my stomach tells me exactly where this conversation is going and I don’t want it. But I’m me. I can’t stop. “What if I just want your dick in my mouth?” I snap.
His glance is sharp. “I gave you what you wanted—that’s why you’ve been trying to pick fights with me all day, right? But I’m done. I don’t want a repeat of yesterday.”
Pain slices through my chest. And anger. Red, hot anger. “Are you kidding?”
Gabe glances down and gives his cock a half-hearted squeeze because, of course, he thinks I’m talking about his obvious arousal. He shrugs. “That turned me on. It doesn’t mean I want you again.”
Tears spring to my eyes. He doesn’t want me. No one does.
I need to get away. Now. “Stop the car.”
He glances at me in alarm. “Ash—”
