Cant Help Falling In Love

by Bella Andre

Page 26

  Author: Bella Andre

  “Mmm,” was all she could manage by way of a response, and then he was pushing the blanket all the way off and stepping into the tub with her in his arms.

  Nothing had ever felt so romantic, so sexy, as this shared bath. They’d done exciting and risky outside beneath the fireworks, but as she sank into the warm water and rested her back and head against Gabe’s chest, she sighed at the pleasure of getting to fulfill all the sides of her desires in one sweet night.

  He cupped his hands so they filled with water and poured them over her skin, wetting every inch of her body, even her hair. It felt so luxurious to be pampered like this, felt like more than just sex, more than just need.

  He’d just had her, and had to know he didn’t need to do all this to have her again. But he was doing it anyway.

  She had to nuzzle into his bicep, had to press a kiss against it as he moved to pick up the soap.

  “Trying to distract me, sweetheart?”

  “No,” she replied honestly. “I just had to kiss you. ”

  Using her hair wrapped around his fist, he gently but firmly turned her face to his and captured her lips in a shockingly sweet kiss.

  It was a long while before he let her up for air.

  “Same here. ”

  The soap had slipped from his fingers during the kiss and he had to search for it under the water, his hands moving along the outside of her hips.

  “It’s not here. ” He moved his feet at the bottom of the tub searching for the soap. “Not here, either. ”

  “I think I know where it is. ”

  His eyes were on her mouth as he asked, “Where?”

  She picked up one of his hands and put it on her stomach. “You’re getting closer. ” He slid down only a little bit, teasing her. “Almost there. ”

  She held her breath as he shifted his hand over her curls, and then he was cupping her sex, his broad palm covering every inch of her slick heat, and her breath was coming out in a rush of pleasure as she tilted her head back against his shoulder.

  There was no stopping her hips from pushing into his fingers, and thank God, she knew he was done teasing her when two thick fingers spread her tender flesh and his other hand moved to concentrate on her clitoris.

  His tongue and then his teeth found her earlobe and despite the warm water, despite the heat of his body behind her, she was wracked with shivers.

  “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. So damn beautiful. ” His tongue licked out just at that sensitive spot beneath her earlobe a split second before he urged her, “Come for me. I need to see it. Need to feel it. ”

  But she was already there, already panting and bucking into his hands as the tremors inside her belly turned into a full-fledged, unstoppable earthquake.

  “Gabe!”

  He helped her ride out her climax, never letting up for one single second with both his hands, and when she finally came back to earth in the bathtub, she realized just how big, how hard he was against her lower back.

  Fortunately, he was well prepared as she spotted a condom wrapper on top of the blanket. Not caring at all that he’d known what a sure thing she was going to be tonight, she leaned over the tub to pick it up. She ripped it open—with her hands this time, instead of her teeth, although that had been fun and more than a little crazy—and he silently lifted her hips up out of the water so that she could slide it onto his gloriously erect shaft.

  “I know we agreed no what-ifs tonight, but I can’t help but wonder, what if—” She paused, licked her lips. “—you helped me live out a fantasy?”

  She suddenly wanted a chance to reclaim not just the bathtub, but also her hope for the future, rather than always going forward holding onto fear.

  His hands moved over her thighs, her kneecaps in the water. “What kind of fantasy?” The raw tenor of his words nearly had her giving up the fantasy and climbing onto his lap, instead.

  “I’ve never taken a bath with a man before tonight. ”

  “Good. ”

  She had to smile at his jealous pleasure over being her first. She was glad, too, glad that she could experience these fantasies for the first time with Gabe.

  “But sometimes when I’m alone and I’m—” She paused on the words she wasn’t used to speaking aloud.

  “Touching yourself?”

  She nodded. “Sometimes I like to think about being in a tub like this and having my—”

  She bit her lip again and he growled, “If you don’t stop doing that, I’m not sure we’re going to get to your fantasy. ”

  Her eyes wide, she let her lip go. “Oh. ” She almost bit her lip again and caught herself at the last second. “Okay. ”

  “Megan. ” She heard the sensual warning in his voice, which was quickly backed up when he said, “What’s your fantasy?”

  But she’d already figured out she’d never be able to put voice to it. Instead, she’d have to show him.

  With as much grace as she could manage considering how aroused she was, and how nervous at the same time, she moved her limbs beneath the water so that she wasn’t facing Gabe anymore. Looking at him over her shoulder, she slowly lifted up onto her hands and knees.

  “This,” she said in a whisper that was almost swallowed up by the sound of water moving in the tub. “This is my fantasy. ”

  His groan ricocheted off the tiled walls, and then, thank God, he was moving too, and cupping her bottom in his big hands. But even though she was playing it as risky as she ever had with a lover, she was shocked when he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to first one cheek and then the other. Slowly, he moved his mouth up from her lower back to what felt like each vertebra along her spine, until he was biting at the curve of her shoulder.

  “Is this it, Megan? Is this your fantasy?”

  She couldn’t speak, could only nod and hold on tight to the edge of the tub as she pushed her bottom into the curve of his hips. Water splashed all around them as he thrust into her from behind and this time when she lost hold of her sanity, he was right there with her, pounding into her so hard, so deep as he came that she didn’t know where he left off and she began.

  With one of his big hands on her breasts, the other between her legs, and his teeth and tongue on her neck, Megan completely shattered in Gabe’s arms.

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Figure out how to handle the inevitable highs and lows.

  ~ from “Firefighting 101” ~

  Gabe loved watching Megan sleep so peacefully, a small smile on her lips as she curled in closer to him. He felt content, and happy being with her like this, as sunlight streamed in on a new year.

  But while his sisters had called him clueless at least a thousand times over the years, Gabe knew that even though Megan had talked about new beginnings and washing the past clean, odds were pretty darn high that she’d be just as upset about ending up in bed with him as she’d been the first time in Lake Tahoe.

  Just because he’d made up his mind about what he wanted, didn’t mean she had.

  She stirred again and slowly opened her eyes.

  “Good morning, beautiful. ”

  He was damn glad to see that her eyes didn’t go wide with horror this time. Instead, she reached up to slide one hand through his hair. “Hi. ”

  But before he could get his hopes up too high, she was moving from the bed.

  “Summer’s coming home today and I need to get a few things ready for her. ”

  Gabe wanted to pull her back down onto the bed with him, but he knew he should take this as a step forward from what had happened in the hotel room. She wasn’t running to the farthest corner. Wasn’t throwing around the word never.

  As it was, it had been a stroke of sheer luck that he hadn’t been called into the station overnight. His official shift started in a few hours, enough time to make love to her again, to run his tongue over every sweet inch of her skin—


  Stick to the plan, hotshot.

  Deciding to heed that voice in his head that had been right so far, he said, “Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll go upstairs and get your clothes. ”

  She looked more than a little surprised by how quickly he agreed to her plan to get on with the day. Away from each other.

  “Okay. ” She paused, smiled a slightly wobbly smile. “Thanks. ”

  He grinned at her back as she walked, gorgeously naked, into the bathroom and closed the door behind her with a soft click. Hopefully, she’d have a hell of a time taking a shower without remembering every little thing that had happened in the nearby bathtub just hours before.

  He pulled on a pair of faded jeans, went upstairs to get her clothes, and left them for her on his bed before going out to the kitchen to make breakfast.

  A few minutes later, she walked toward him, her hair wet around her shoulders, her expression slightly shy. “I could smell the bacon from the bathroom. ”

  Gabe didn’t want to push his luck, but some things were unstoppable, like pulling her into his arms and kissing her. When they were both breathing hard, he pulled back an inch.

  “I like waking up with you in my bed. ” He took her hand and pulled her over to her seat at his dining table. “I like watching you eat, too. ”

  But before either of them could take a bite, his cell buzzed. He quickly looked at the code on it.

  Megan was frowning at him when he looked back at her. “Do you need to go?”

  “No, not yet. In a couple of hours I’ll start my shift. It was just a reminder from one of the guys about taking over his shift, too. ”

  “How long is your shift?”

  “I’m usually on for forty-eight hours. But this one is seventy-two. ”

  She looked shocked by the hours. “Do you sleep at the station?”

  “When I can. ”

  She looked as serious as he’d ever seen her. “I wish things were different, Gabe, but they aren’t. Last night was great, but. . . ” She took a deep breath, looked him straight in the eye. “Nothing has changed. ”

  Her words settled like cement in the bottom of his gut and it wasn’t easy to keep his voice relaxed. “You’re having breakfast with me. That’s change. ” A huge one, for the better.

  She pushed away from the table, shoving her phone into her pocket and grabbing her bag from his couch as she headed for the door. “I need to go. ”

  Gabe wanted to beg her to stay, wanted to force her to confront their feelings for each other, wanted to make her admit those feelings weren’t going to go away just because she was scared about her past repeating itself with him.

  Instead, he took her plate into the kitchen, pulled off a sheet of tin foil, and moved her food into the foil. He grabbed the keys to his truck. “I’ll take you home. ”

  “I’d like to walk. ”

  He could tell from the stubborn tilt of her chin that she was set on getting out of there—and away from him—ASAP. And, for all his male cluelessness, he knew better than to do anything that would push that stubbornness up a notch.

  “Thank you for sharing New Year’s with me, Megan. ”

  She blinked up at him, looking almost surprised that he hadn’t insisted on taking her anyway. Or, he thought as her expression shifted again, had she been expecting him to kiss her again to try to get her to stay for breakfast? Was she disappointed that he hadn’t? And didn’t she realize he couldn’t force her to do anything? That he didn’t want her to resent him for pushing her too hard, too fast?

  Finally, she said, so quietly he would have missed it if he hadn’t been so attuned to her every breath, “I had fun. ”

  She turned to go, but then, at the last second, she moved back toward him. This time, he was the one who was surprised as she took the warm foil packet from him, said, “Thanks for breakfast,” and went up on her tippy toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

  * * *

  Nothing made sense anymore. Megan was old enough to know right from wrong, to know when she was setting herself up for a huge fall. So then what was she doing, falling back into bed with Gabe whenever there was one nearby?