Moonlight Seduction_A de Vincent Novel

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

  She always wanted this.

  Gabe slid his hands off her cheeks, down her arms, and to her hips. He lifted her up, and instinct took over. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she held on as Gabe turned, pressing her into the wall behind them. Her stomach dipped like she was at the highest hill of a roller coaster.

  His head tilted, deepening the kiss once more as he rocked his hips into hers. Her fingers tangled into the soft edges of his hair as she moaned into his mouth. Her heart was racing, her pulse pounding as her legs tightened around him.

  He moved them to the side, knocking into something that was propped up there. A broom? She wasn’t sure. It clattered to the floor, and Gabe laughed into the kiss as he pulled her away from the wall. His hands dropped to her rear and squeezed as he started walking. A maddening riot of sensations shot through her as he held her there, devouring her as he took them into the office.

  She’d only seen inside it once, knew that there was a table, a few chairs, and a couch. She had a feeling that was where he was taking her, and she was so onboard with that idea.

  They fell backward, onto the couch, their lips not breaking contact as they sunk into the soft cushions. Reaching down, he gripped her thighs, his hand opening and closing, and then he lifted her leg up, hooking it around his waist. His mouth was still claiming hers as he rolled his hips, pressing into where she throbbed for him. She tilted her hips, seeking what they both wanted. He answered with a ragged groan.

  His lips seared hers as he reached under her shirt, the rough skin of his hand burning up her skin. The pressure of him pushing against her was almost too much, but not ever enough. The grip on her thigh almost hurt as they moved against each other, her hands tangling in his hair, his yanking the cup of her bra aside and closing around her aching breast.

  His mouth left hers then, blazing a hot trail down her throat. He reached the collar of her shirt as he plucked at her nipple.

  “Gabe.” She arched her back, crying out.

  He rocked backward, pulling his hand out from her shirt. For a brief, disappointing second, she feared that he was going to stop. “Shirt. Off. Now.”

  All righty then, he definitely wasn’t stopping.

  Before she even moved, he was tugging his shirt off over his head and tossing it aside. Her eyes widened as his hands dropped to the button on his jeans.

  “Catch up, sweetheart,” he said.

  Nikki sat up as far as she could and reached for her shirt, but she apparently wasn’t moving fast enough because he all but ripped it off her.

  Damn.

  He caught her before she lay back down, wrapping his hand around the back of her head, holding her in place as his mouth moved over hers once more. His other hand was up to no good, finding the clasp along the back of her bra. He obviously had a lot of experience in that department, because within seconds, he had it unhooked. One-handed. The straps slipped down her arms. He reached between them, hooking his fingers along the center of her bra. He pulled it free, and that, too, hit the floor.

  Then he let go of her.

  She fell back onto her elbows, her lips swollen as she watched him stare down at her, his intense gaze feeling like a touch.

  “I need you. Fuck, Nic. I need you so bad,” he said, his eyes burning as they met hers. “I don’t have a condom with me, but I’m clean.”

  Her heart was throwing itself against her chest so fast and hard that she thought she might have a heart attack. “I’m on the pill.”

  “Thank fuck.” He leaned over her, planting a hand by her head. The muscles in his arm strained. “You want this? If you don’t want to go this far, we can stop. Right now. Just tell me.”

  “Yes. I want this.” She didn’t hesitate. Not for a damn second, and she’d probably regret the hell out of that later, but not right then. “I want you.”

  Gabe looked like he murmured some sort of prayer and then he was swinging off the couch. She turned, unable to look away as he shucked off his pants, briefs and all, and then he was standing before her, completely nude. She eyed his erection as she bit down on her lip.

  “You keep looking at me like that, this is going to be over before we even get started.”

  Oh my.

  She forced her gaze up to his. “That would be disappointing.”

  “Exactly.” His face was tense. “Stand up.”

  A fine shiver rolled through her as she did what he demanded. He got ahold of her pants and he had her naked in record time. Seriously. If it were an Olympic sport, he would’ve gotten a gold medal.

  She started to laugh, but then he was kissing her again and guiding her onto her back, settling between her legs. She could feel him, hard against the softest part of her.

  Nikki tensed, preparing for him to slam into her, like it had been that night, but that’s not what happened.

  Gabe kissed her again, but this kiss was . . . it was different. Slow. Sweet. Tender. He kissed her like he cherished her, and he kept kissing her until she felt herself relax.

  Then his mouth left hers.

  Kissing and nipping at her skin, he made his way down her throat. The edges of his soft hair brushed the swell of her breast, stretching her nerves. He drew her nipple into his mouth as he slipped his free hand between her thighs, and every part of her body flared to life. Pleasure rolled through her as her fingernails dug into his hair. Nikki’s gasp turned into a moan as he thrust his finger into her. Her hips nearly came clear off the couch as he moved to her breast, taking it deep into his mouth.

  Her body clenched around his hand as hot, tight shudders wrecked her. He was driving her crazy, moving his hand slowly and torturing her with his mouth and tongue.

  Nikki groaned his name as she rolled her hips against his hand.

  A satisfied smile split his lips as he lifted his head. “Damn. I love hearing you say my name when I’ve got my finger in you.”

  Pleasure spiked as he slipped another finger inside.

  “God, you’re so wet.” His thumb smoothed over the tight concentration of nerves, flooding her body with wet heat. “You’re ready for me.”

  “Yes.” She grabbed a fistful of hair, dragging his mouth back to hers. Lightning was rushing through her veins. “Now,” she said against his mouth. “I want you now.”

  He made that sound again as he withdrew his fingers, and then she felt him again, hard and hot at her core. The arm pushing into the couch shook as he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against hers. He slowly pushed in.

  “Oh, God,” she panted, gripping his arms as he inched in, stretching her. The bite of pain mingled with the pleasure, twisting together.

  He halted. “You okay?”

  “Yeah.” She brushed a hunk of his hair back. “It’s just been a while. Like a really long time.”

  Gabe shuddered. “I know it makes me an ass, but you have no idea how badly I want to fuck you after hearing that.”

  Nikki trembled. “More than before?”

  “Didn’t think that was possible.” He kissed her. “But yeah.”

  She slid her other hand down his arm, curling her fingers around his forearm. “Then do it.”

  He lifted his head, and those sea-green eyes were blazing. “Do what, Nic?”

  Never in her life had she spoken those words, but she did just then, without an ounce of embarrassment. “Fuck me.”

  His hips punched forward almost out of reflex. Gabe’s eyes drifted shut as he groaned. He pushed in, and she took him, bringing her knees up and hooking her legs around his waist as he sunk all the way in.

  For a long moment, neither of them moved. Their bodies were flush, hip to hip, chest to chest. She could feel him throbbing deep inside her, and then he started to move.

  His large body trembled as he slowly pulled out and then rocked forward, causing Nikki’s back to arch.

  “God,” he groaned. “You feel . . . God, you feel too good.”

  So did he. She wanted to tell him that, but she was beyond words at that point, complet
ely lost as he set a slow pace that drove her to the breaking point, but not quite over. His mouth found hers once more. Tilting her hips, she met each deep and even thrust until she couldn’t, until the pace quickened and his body was holding hers down.

  Gabe’s cheek pressed into hers as the couch squeaked under them and knocked into the wall. She could feel him swelling and tightening with each breath she took. Tension built deep inside her as she dug her heels into his back, urging him to move faster, and harder, and he answered.

  It felt like every muscle in her body tensed up and the coil spinning deep inside her unfurled at a dizzying rate. There was no slow buildup to the climax. The deep pounding thrusts sent her over the edge.

  Crying out as the most intense pleasure rolled over her in tight, hot waves, all she could do was hold on as his hips pounded into her in a tempo that was shattering.

  “Gabe—oh God, I can’t—” Her head kicked back as Gabe worked an arm under her shoulders, pulling her to him as he ground his hips into her. She couldn’t tell if she was having another orgasm or if it was the first one still destroying her. She fell back, eyes closed, body nearly limp.

  Her name was rough on his lips as he pulled out at what seemed like the last second, pushing his arousal against her stomach as he came, pulsing against her stomach.

  Gabe braced his weight on one arm, his hips still jerking as she felt him kiss her shoulder. A moment passed and then he kissed the corner of her lips.

  Nikki took a shallow breath. “That was . . . one hell of a kiss.”

  Gabe stared up at the ceiling, listening to the rain beat the roof as he dragged his fingers along Nic’s arm. Her warm breath danced along his arm. She was on her back, snug between him and the back of the couch, and he was on his side, barely hanging on to the couch. His arm was under her shoulders and she was currently using his bicep as a pillow, but he didn’t care. He’d never been more comfortable in his life.

  And sex had never felt like that in his life.

  Not even with Emma.

  He was a little amazed about how that thought didn’t slice through him like a barb-tipped whip. It was just there. A thought. A past. Nothing more. Nothing less.

  Gabe dragged his gaze from her face. He’d cleaned her up with his shirt, but neither of them were covered. Her breasts rose and fell with deep, even breaths. He loved those plump little nipples. He felt his dick stir to life as his gaze dropped to where her thighs were spread. She was almost bare between her thighs. Just a dusting of hair. He’d already known that. Obviously, but seeing her, all of her, lying next him, completely comfortable, was a whole different thing.

  His gaze found his way back to her breasts. The deeper, pinker skin of her nipples made his mouth water.

  “Are you staring at my breasts?” she asked, her voice soft.

  He grinned as his gaze flickered to her face. Her head was still turned away from him, but he could see that her eyes were closed. “Maybe.”

  “I think you were.”

  “It wasn’t the only thing I was staring at.”

  She turned her head toward him. Lashes fluttered open, and then he was staring into those beautiful brown eyes. “You’re a dirty old man.”

  “Damn straight.” He pressed his dick against her thigh.

  Her eyes widened slightly. “Are you hard?”

  “Almost.” He lifted his hand to her cheek. “I have a beautiful woman lying naked next to me. I’m going to be in a permanent state of hardness.”

  She laughed softly.

  Looking over his shoulder at the wall clock, he sighed. “Do you have to be anywhere?”

  “No, but I should probably text my mother,” she said, yawning. “I told her I was going to get boxes.”

  “Want me to grab your phone? I think your purse is somewhere on the floor.”

  “Not yet,” she said. “Because that means you’d have to move, and you’re warm, and I’m comfortable.”

  Good. He didn’t want to move either.

  Hell, Gabe didn’t want to let her go.

  That thought seemed like it came out of nowhere, but it really didn’t. He pushed it aside. “You hungry?”

  She made some sort of noncommittal sound and lifted a shoulder, which jiggled her breasts, and now his dick was rock hard. Great.

  Her eyes had drifted shut again. He traced her lower lip. They should probably talk. He was sure they hadn’t really settled anything, but how could talking settle things?

  He had a feeling that talking would make things worse, because she’d been getting real close to touching on the subject of what they were, and he didn’t have an answer for her.

  His fucking head was a mess when it came to this woman.

  Gabe closed his eyes as an almost keen sense of desperation washed over him. The feeling that there was an expiration date on this—on them—was hard to shake.

  He thought about what Dev had said to him the night before. What was he thinking? He should be focused on getting a place in Baton Rouge and building a new life with his son.

  Not this—not building a life with Nic.

  Gabe never planned to rip William away from his grandparents. That was why he was looking for a place in Baton Rouge. Eventually, he wanted his son living with him full-time, but that was going to take time. More time than three months, and the thing was, there may not ever be enough time for the Rothchilds to give him up.

  If the Rothchilds fought him and took him to court, it wouldn’t look good if Gabe was dating a much younger woman. Gabe knew that—knew that people went to ugly places to protect the ones they loved. Hell, he’d done some ugly things to protect people.

  He wasn’t Dev, though. They had the power and money at their fingertips to ensure that there’d be no problems with custody, but he wouldn’t do that to his son. He wouldn’t do that to Emma’s parents who’d lost their own child.

  It was a fucked-up situation.

  A burn centered over his chest. What he was doing was unfair to Nic. Gabe wanted her, but he knew he wasn’t going to get to keep her, because she was going to want more. She deserved more, and he didn’t have that in him.

  He wondered if he ever truly did, even with Emma.

  He’d have to give her up.

  His eyes flew open as he felt the flick of her tongue on his thumb. Their gazes connected as she drew his thumb into her mouth, sucking hard enough that it sent a burst of pure lust to his cock.

  Fuck.

  All thoughts evaporated.

  He lifted up on his elbow, his gaze glued to where those lush lips were wrapped around his thumb. “I’m going to fuck you,” he said.

  Nic’s eyes closed as she moaned around his thumb. Fuck. That was the hottest thing he’d seen and heard in a while.

  Keeping his hand curled around her chin and his thumb in her mouth, he rolled her onto her stomach. He gripped her hip, urging that sweet ass up in the air.

  “Don’t move,” he said, and once he was sure she was stable on her knees, he gripped his cock and guided himself to the prettiest part of her. He pulled his thumb out of her mouth and curled his arm around her shoulders, effectively keeping her in place.

  He remembered how tight she’d been, so when he eased himself into her, he did it slow, giving her time to adjust to his size. Then she twitched that ass of hers, tilting it back on his cock.

  He sucked in air. “Thought I told you not to move.”

  “I can’t help it,” she said, making a tight, slow circle with her hips. “You feel too good.”

  Gabe held still as she rocked back, riding his dick. Watching her ass move . . . yeah, this wasn’t going to last long. Not at all.

  Using his hand, he stilled her hips as he lowered his mouth to her ear. “I’m going to fuck you now. Hard, babe. I’m going to fuck you hard.”

  Nic shuddered.

  And that’s what he did.

  There was no slow buildup. This was no slow seduction. He fucked her hard, slamming into her, driven by the way her back bo
wed and her soft moans filled the room.

  He knew he should slow down. She’d said it had been a while, but he couldn’t. His blood pounded and she felt too damn good, clenching and squeezing down on him. He reached around, finding her clit, playing with her as he hammered away.

  Her cries grew louder as she thrust her hips back at him, riding him just as hard as he was doing her. The couch was going to knock a damn hole in the wall, but he couldn’t stop.

  You’re going to lose her.

  A chill swept down his spine.

  Gabe lost all semblance of control when he felt her spasm around him. Pulling his hand away, he pinned her down, one hand on her lower back, the other lifting up her hips. He thrust into her over and over, feeling like he lost a little bit of his mind as his release powered through him.

  Feeling like he lost a little bit of himself.

  Chapter 27

  Nikki had been a nervous wreck when she texted Gabe Sunday morning and asked if he wanted to meet her at the shelter. Part of her had expected him to turn down her offer, but that’s not what happened. His response had been immediate and now they stood in front of Ned Rivers, being handed leashes.

  Ned was one of the volunteer supervisors at the animal shelter, an older man who’d grown up in the city, and had a bad run at things in his younger years that had included a stint in prison. While doing time, he’d taken part in a program that involved rescue dogs and ever since he’d dedicated his life to second chances.

  And that was what this shelter was all about.

  Second chances.

  Seemed oddly fitting to be there with Gabe.

  Right now, Ned was giving Gabe a speculative look. Nikki was confident it had nothing to do with it being Gabe’s first time here, but more about who he was. Very few locals didn’t know who the de Vincents were.

  “Thanks, Ned.” Nikki took the leash while the older man eyed Gabe. “Who needs the exercise today?”

  “Besides me?” Ned quipped, grinning up at her. “Fusion and Diesel.” He slid a glance in Gabe’s direction. “They’re full-sized pits. You think you can handle them?”

  Gabe gave a half grin. “I hope so.”