For several long minutes, they made out like a bunch of horny teenagers, all tongues and teeth and lips and hands groping. Not a lot of finesse either. Tim would’ve been embarrassed at his lack of control if not for the fact that Gabby seemed to be right there with him.
When he made an attempt to pull back, simply to give them both a little breather, she followed him, her hands pulling them back together. He let her, at least for a few seconds, before he lifted his head and held her at bay.
Her eyes opened, barely, and the look she gave him was pure frustration. It made him want to bare his teeth in a predator’s grin.
“What’s wrong?”
She sounded like a grumpy child who’d had her favorite toy taken away. He liked it. A lot.
“Nothing’s wrong.” He ran a hand over her hair, the silky strands gliding through his fingers before he released them. “You’re so damn pretty.”
She smiled, heat and something sweet that made his gut clench.
“Thank you. Now why don’t you take off your clothes so I can put my hands all over your body?”
He nearly choked on his next breath.
“Holy shit. Do you want me to come in my jeans?”
Her expression got a whole lot more serious. “No. Absolutely not. I want you to come inside me.”
He couldn’t believe he was about to ask this question, but he had to hear her say it.
“Gabby. Are you sure? We can’t go back from this.”
Her gaze never wavered. “I told you we waited long enough.”
“Nothing’s changed.”
“I’ve changed. And I’m tired of waiting for you.”
She leaned forward and sealed their mouths together again. This time, he felt the determination in her kiss. She wanted him and she wasn’t going to let anything stand in her way. Not even him.
Which was absolutely fine because he wanted her. Maybe even more than she realized. And now that she’d given him permission…
He pulled back. “Take off your shirt. If I do it, I might rip it off.”
She blinked and froze for a split second.
Shit. What—
Then her lips curved, and that smile felt like a caress against every part of his body, but especially his cock.
“And if I tell you to do it yourself, what are you going to do?”
He’d rarely seen this side of Gabby. Christ, it was fucking hot. The girl he’d first met had been a little wild, a little haughty, and a whole lot of devil-may-care. The woman she’d become had lost that wild side. Or so he’d thought.
Apparently, she’d been hiding it and only allowed it out in private. He was okay with that, as long as it was only around him. He didn’t say that. He really wasn’t that stupid. Instead, he grabbed her hips and yanked her forward without warning.
She gasped in surprise but began to chuckle a second later. That cut off when he pulled her shirt out of her jeans and stripped it over her head. His gaze dropped to take in what he’d bared, and now his lungs felt like they’d been filled with cement and his cock had turned to stone. Living, painful stone.
A purple lace bra cupped full breasts, straining against their confinement. His mouth started to water, and he swallowed hard. Looking up, he caught her gaze and held it as he lifted his hands and filled his palms with her soft flesh.
Her eyes closed as he kneaded her, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to make her moan. He expected to hear a hell of a lot more of that all night long. Her nipples poked through the lace and against his palms, so he rubbed them, eliciting another yearning sound from deep in her throat. She swayed forward, her lips brushing against his, but he pulled away, causing her to open her eyes.
“I want to watch while I touch you. You don’t know how many nights I jerked off thinking about you.” His voice was barely understandable, nearly a growl. “Now I want to see you.”
“Why did you never say anything?”
He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, considered ignoring her question to put his mouth over them, but figured she deserved an answer.
“Because you would’ve shut me down.”
He leaned forward and put his mouth on her neck, tasting her smooth, warm skin with a flick of his tongue. Shuddering against him, she put her hands on his shoulders, squeezing hard.
“You’re right. But at this moment, I have no idea why I would’ve done that.”
Stringing a line of kisses along her neck, he bit her at the curve to her shoulder before continuing on his way. He wanted to taste every inch of her skin, make her limp in his arms before he got his cock anywhere near her. Because he had the feeling once he got inside her, he wouldn’t last more than a minute. If he was lucky.
Even though, right now, he was feeling really fucking lucky.
Working his way back to her neck, he licked the hollow of her throat and continued on to her other shoulder. Gabby tilted her head to give him more access, a small sign of submission that made his hands tighten.
Her back arched, pressing her breasts more fully into his palms. At the same time, she scooted forward, the seam of her jeans pressing against his zipper, causing his hips to rise and press his cock against her mound.
Nipping at her shoulder, he drew back and looked down at her. Her eyes were slitted but glittering, her expression infused with lust. He couldn’t wait to see her after he’d made her come while she was spread out naked on his bed.
Getting ahead of yourself, aren’t you?
He hoped like hell he wasn’t. She seemed as fully committed to this as he was, but if she said stop, he’d stop. He’d just have to make sure he never gave her a reason to want to leave. Because he had the one woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with in his arms.
Not that he was going to say that now. He knew better than to spill his guts. It was too damn soon. But he wasn’t going to be able to hide his overwhelming feelings for her for long. And he didn’t want to. Every kiss he pressed against her skin was his promise. A promise to do his absolute best to drive her out of her mind and satisfy her every desire.
“You need to behave.”
Her gaze held heat and challenge.
“I thought that was the point. To misbehave.”
“It is. But if you go full-on bad girl, you might give me a heart attack.”
“Maybe you need to see I’m not the person you think I am.”
He heard something in her tone that made him pause and consider his next words carefully.
“I know who you are, Gabby.”
She shook her head, her lips curved in a rueful grin. “Maybe. I hope you do. I hope you’re not disappointed if you find out you don’t. Not really.”
Releasing her breasts, he cupped her face in his hands and pulled her forward for a kiss. He opened his mouth over hers and kissed her deep, showing her just how much he desired her. When he pulled back, he grinned, pretty damn pleased with himself. It took several long seconds for her to open her eyes and she needed to take several deep breaths before she did.
Her gaze stayed unfocused for a bit before she blinked.
“The only thing that would disappoint me is if I do something to make you want to leave.”
Her hands made a lazy trek back to his head, where she scraped her nails along his scalp before tugging on his over-long hair.
“I’m not sure you could right now. I can’t believe you still don’t know how much I want you. Guess I’m just going to have to show you.”
She slid off his lap and onto her knees on the floor before he realized what she was doing. But when her hands reached for the button on his jeans, the air in his lungs left in a rush.
She kept her eyes locked on his as she tugged the button through his jeans, her fingers making fast work of it before sliding her hands up his stomach, nails raking across his skin. He bit back a groan as an electric shock zapped through him, starting in his balls.
“I never took you for a tease.”
“Oh, I’m just getting started. I hav
e years of pent-up fantasies.”
“You’re not the only one.”
“I might let you have a few of them.” She made a little shrugging motion. “Then again, I might be greedy and take what I want.”
Raking her nails back down his stomach, she stopped just short of his waistband. His abs contracted and her gaze shifted down. The smile that kicked up the corners of her mouth threatened his sanity.
“Right now, I’m going to be greedy.”
“I’m good with that.”
Her smile widened and an avalanche of lust practically blinded him. He wanted to reach for her and pull her back up so he could kiss her. But he also wanted to see what she’d do, left to her own devices. The thrill of anticipation tightened around his lungs and made it insanely hard to breathe.
Then she stole his breath completely.
Rising up onto her knees, she scooted forward, forcing him to spread his legs wider for her to get closer. Her hands smoothed up his sides as her lips moved closer and closer to his stomach. To just above his waistband, to be precise. He could feel her breath against his skin and his abs tightened until he thought they would fucking snap. His heart pounded until he thought it’d bruise against his ribs.
He dug his fingers into the cushions, not caring if he ripped the damn things to pieces. He only cared—
Her mouth landed on the taut skin just below his belly button, sending an electric shock through his body. Groaning, he let his head dip back as she brushed her lips against that skin then began to kiss her way up his body. Her hands aided and abetted, twisting his nipples as her lips stopped midway there.
Opening his eyes, though he couldn’t remember closing them, he found her staring up at him.
“Still with me?”
Her voice dug deep into him, breaking another piece of his control. “Yeah. But you’re gonna need to move a little faster.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because if you don’t, you’re gonna find yourself on your back on the floor.”
“Are you going to be on top of me?”
“Absolutely.”
Her eyes held a wealth of mischief. “Do your worst.”
She lowered her lips to his chest as her hands glided down his body to his jeans. Tugging on his zipper, she lowered it tooth by tooth, giving his cock momentary relief from its confinement. But when she slid one hand inside his jeans to grip his cock through his boxer shorts, he reached his breaking point.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
She paused, her head popping up to look at him, and he pounced. He moved with a speed she wasn’t expecting, startling a squeak out of her before as he grabbed her off the floor, scooped her into his arms, and headed for his bedroom.
“I thought you were taking me to the floor.”
Her words registered a second before she nipped his neck, just below his ear.
“I’m too fucking old for the floor. And we have a game tomorrow.”
The words were out of his mouth before he realized that probably wasn’t the right thing to say to a woman. She probably didn’t want him to be thinking of anything but her.
Then again…
“Damn right, you have a game tomorrow. No wild monkey sex. We need you healthy if we’re going to make the playoffs.”
He stopped in the center of the living room, the door to his bedroom in sight, and started to laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
Luckily, Gabby didn’t sound upset. She sounded amused.
“I think you’re probably the only woman I know who’d tell me I need to be careful not to injure myself during sex.”
Her lips twitched for a second before she started to smile.
“Okay. I’ll give you that one.”
“Oh, you’re gonna give me a hell of a lot more than one.”
He got his feet moving again as she huffed out a laugh. Which died the second her back hit the bed and he came down over her, sealing their mouths together in a kiss that demanded everything she had.
He had one purpose now, and that was to make her come. Hell, it could be the only purpose in his life. At least, for the next several hours.
Coming up onto his knees, he stripped off the rest of her clothes. Her tight jeans gave him a little struggle, but he never gave up.
“Couldn’t wear sweats, could you?”
“Wouldn’t want to make it too easy for you.”
Finally tugging her jeans down her legs, he tossed them over his shoulder as she fell back, a challenge in her smile that he saw briefly before his gaze dropped to her breasts. Encased in that sexy lace bra.
“Fuck, Gabby. That’s hot as hell. You’re leaving that on.”
“But—”
She groaned as he put his mouth over one nipple, sucking the hard tip between his teeth and biting down until she squirmed.
“Tim.”
Her voice had a needy quality that lit a spark in his gut and made his balls tight. He liked it. A lot. So he switched sides and she did it again. He spent the next several minutes making her writhe just with his mouth on her breasts, suckling her through the lace.
When she put her hands on his shoulders and shoved him away, he went, but only to move his mouth down her torso. He kissed straight down to the waistband of her panties, which matched the bra.
He ran a finger around the top. “These are coming off.”
“First take off your pants.”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Because if I do that, I’m not sure I can make you come before I get inside you.”
It was dark in his bedroom, but he was pretty sure she just blushed. He swore he could feel the heat of it rise from her skin.
“You just have to put your hands on me and I’m nearly there.”
“Damn. Guess I’ll have to put that to the test.”
“Tim—”
She gasped as he slid a hand beneath her panties from the top, skimming over the short hair on her mound to the smooth lips of her pussy, already slick and hot. Sealing his mouth over hers, he kissed her hard and deep as his thumb found her clit and he pushed two fingers inside her sex to stroke the delicate tissues there.
Groaning into his mouth, she arched up, pressing her lower body closer, forcing his fingers deeper.
He stroked her a few times, feeling her muscles tighten around him. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into the skin while he fucked her with his fingers. Slowly. When he felt her get close, he’d slow and withdraw completely. After a few minutes, she moaned and twisted her head to break the kiss. He let her but only because he wanted to know what she had to say.
When he opened his eyes, they’d adjusted to the dark and he saw frustration clearly on her face. He grinned.
“You’re a fucking tease, Timothy Stanton. If you don’t make me come—”
He slid his fingers back inside with more force, watching her eyes close as she wriggled against his thumb. A flick of his thumb and her back bowed off the bed, her sex clenching around him as she came.
He drew it out as long as he could, stroked her until she shoved at his shoulders and he slid his fingers from her body. He let his gaze rake down her body, so fucking turned on by the lacy lingerie and the sprawl of her long legs and all that naked, warm, sleek skin.
Leaning forward, he put his mouth on her neck just below her left ear and began to kiss his way down her body. He tried not to miss a single inch. But he only got as far as her belly button before she sat up and took him down to the bed on his back.
Truth be told, he let her do it, willing to give her whatever she wanted.
“Take off the rest of your clothes now. I want to ride you.”
Oh hell yes. He was absolutely okay with that.
Sitting up, he stripped off his jeans, boxers, and socks and dropped them. But he didn’t sit back right away. Gabby placed a line of kisses across his shoulders, delicate brushes of her lips that sensitized every inch of flesh on his body. Her
fingertips feathered along his spine, goosebumps spreading like wildfire.
Eyes closed, he sank into the sensation, into the desire and the heat and the knowledge that the woman he’d wanted for years was finally in his bed. He wasn’t expecting her to swing around his body, straddle his hips, and shove him down onto his back. Staring up at her with a grin curving his lips, he bent his arms beneath his head.
“And I want to see you. Turn on a light.”
“Bossy.”
“You should know that about me already.”
“I do.”
Twisting his upper body, he reached for the bedside table and flipped on the lamp. The low, soft light made her skin glow.
“Good idea.” He grinned up at her. “Now about that ride…”
Her eyebrows rose. “Maybe I want to torture you a little.”
“Do your worst, hon.”
Lifting her hands, she gripped his shoulders. Expecting her to lean forward and kiss him, he tilted his chin back. Instead, she raked her nails down his torso. The sensation was sensual torture. Goosebumps covered his entire body and his cock responded as if she’d sucked him into her mouth. He drew in a short, sharp breath, his body going rigid.
“Jesus, Gabby.”
Her smile held a wicked edge. “Aw, big, tough hockey player.” She scratched low across his abdomen, carefully avoiding touching his cock. “Can’t take a little tease.”
This side of Gabby fascinated him. Playful. A little softer. The no-nonsense woman who ruled the team’s public persona with an iron fist was nothing like this smiling, teasing, sexy woman who was going to drive him insane with lust.
And he was totally okay with that.
“I can take anything you can dish out.”
“Glad to hear it. Now lie back and take it like a man.”
He burst out laughing, making her smile wider. Until she wrapped one hand around his cock. His laughter cut off as quickly as it started while her lips curved in a seductive smile that promised all sorts of pleasure.
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