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“Peaceful,” she muttered. Maybe they had different meanings for the word.
“And to be honest—” he sneaked a look at her and she nudged his side to get him to continue “—I like teaching you things.”
Now she was the one sneaking a look at him. She watched him, but he kept his face straight ahead, revealing nothing. “Are you talking about sex?”
He coughed a little as if he was clearing his throat. “Only if that’s not weird.”
She didn’t know if it was weird or not, but she felt a hard shock of arousal at the thought. He’d whispered such wicked things to her. He’d guided her so carefully. Oh, God, just the thought turned her on so much.
“I liked that,” she admitted, trying to get her voice above a whisper and failing.
“Jesus, you turn me on,” he said quietly.
It all felt impossible to her. Wonderful and impossible. He didn’t care if she was awkward. He laughed when she was weird. And his body made her mouth water. It was too good to be true and she didn’t give a damn.
She slid her hand down his muscled forearm and wrapped her fingers into his. “Maybe,” she said as they walked down her quiet street.
“Maybe what?” he asked.
“Maybe I’ll let you teach me how to climb.”
They didn’t speak after that. The walk to her apartment was quiet. She rubbed her thumb over the edge of his finger, feeling the way his skin was rougher than hers, toughened by climbing.
It felt strange to know that they were going to have sex. All her previous dates had been countdowns that had hurtled faster and faster toward doubt and anxiety. But this time she calmly unlocked her apartment door and let him in. She didn’t wonder. She knew. And while she couldn’t help the nervousness that sizzled through her, she didn’t have any doubt.
She took off her heels and suddenly he was so much bigger than her. When he bent his head to meet her eyes, his face was shadowed. His hair fell forward. She felt as if she were the only person in his whole world as she rose up to kiss him.
She’d wanted to touch him all night and now she could. She stroked her fingers down his beard, down his throat, around to the back of his neck, into his hair. She dragged her mouth from his and followed the path of her hand, rubbing her lips along his soft beard and then breathing deeply as she kissed the crook of his neck.
“You smell so good, Gabe. Your skin smells like sex to me now.” Her fingers caught the top button of his shirt. “I want all of it.”
His head fell back when she licked his neck. She bit him, scraping her teeth over his skin, then laughed in triumph at the groan that vibrated against her mouth.
She went willingly when he backed her toward her bedroom, but she didn’t give up her quest for more of his skin. She plucked each button free, then sighed in relief when she could slide both her hands into his open shirt. Her nerves flamed with the warmth of him under her palms, the soft feel of his chest hair, the hard pebbles of his nipples.
He pulled his shirt free of his pants once they were next to the bed, but she stopped him. “I want to undress you.”
Nodding, he let his hands drop and watched as she freed the last button. His crisp shirt fell open and she slid her hands around his bare waist, marveling at how lean he was, how perfect. “You really are beautiful,” she breathed against his collarbone just before she licked it. She felt the texture roughen beneath her tongue as goose bumps chased over his skin. She pulled back to watch his nipples pebble with the sensation.
She circled one with her thumb, surprised when he shivered. “Does that feel good to you, too?”
“Yes.”
“Really?” She ducked her head and traced it with her tongue. That didn’t get the response she wanted, so she gently bit it. Gabe grunted.
“This is fun,” she breathed.
“You’re torturing me,” he rasped. When she laughed, he took her wrist in a hard grip and moved it down to the front of his pants. They both groaned when she curved her hand over the hard bulge of his cock.
“I love that I can do this to you, Gabe.”
“Just thinking about you gets me hard as a rock,” he said, the words so rough it felt as though she could feel them against her. “I jerked off to you this morning.”
“Did you?” she asked in shock, stroking up and down the fabric that covered him. “Really?”
“Yes. In the shower. I thought of you coming against my mouth again. And then I imagined coming in yours.”
She was breathing hard now, remembering his hand on his cock, remembering his belly covered in come. “Do you want to do that?”
