His lips part on a sexy groan. “Let’s give in and go mad together.” His hands lace through my hair, and in a second, in the span of a heartbeat, they’re curled around my head, and he’s pulled me close, his mouth claiming mine.
We kiss.
It’s not slow. It’s not an exploration. It’s a supernova, a burst of light and heat. He claims my mouth, and I claim him right back, kissing ferociously. We are fierce new lovers, taking, giving.
Wanting.
His hands rope through my hair, and I hold his face, my thumbs running over his stubbled jawline as we devour each other’s mouths.
Our tongues skate together, our breaths mingle. Excitement blares through me. This is what he promised. This is what I’ve sought. To be kissed into blissful oblivion. And I want him to know. I want to tell him. Somehow, I extricate myself, my breath coming faster. “Blissful oblivion,” I murmur. “That was most definitely blissful oblivion.”
“It was. And I’ve wanted it for so long.”
“You have?” My voice rises with wonder. Has he wanted me before this one-week project? I’ve never considered that. Never thought that was a remote possibility.
He tugs me closer. “So goddamn long. I want you so much. I know you want to be friends, but right now . . . tonight?” He takes a beat, stares into my eyes. “Let me be your lover.”
No words have ever thrilled me more. A surge of pleasure races through me, settling between my legs in an insistent hum. I can’t think about what he means by how long because all I can think is right now. “Yes,” I moan, and I dive back into the kiss.
This time it’s more than a kiss. It’s a grind and a press. It’s a prelude to fucking.
I rock my pelvis against him, feeling the hard outline of his erection, pressing my breasts against him, seeking contact everywhere.
My thoughts go foggy. They’re nothing but a haze of pleasure.
His hands slink around my back, and he unhooks my bra, my breasts falling free. He pulls back, and a hiss falls from his mouth—a hiss of appreciation—as he gazes at me. “Have I mentioned you ought to be worshipped? Do you know how that feels?”
“Show me.”
He lowers his mouth to a breast, licking and sucking and driving me out of my mind. He lavishes attention on each one, and I’m keenly aware that my good friend has my boobs in his mouth . . . and yet, it feels so unbelievably right.
So unbelievably good.
Like it’s meant to be this way—friendship on fire.
I’m aching everywhere, exquisitely and desperately. Every flick of his tongue, every groan from his lips makes me throb more. “Gabe.”
He lets go with a hungry sigh and looks at me with sapphire irises full of heat.
I flash back to our night on the rocks by the water. He started then to teach me to dirty talk. I’m a quick study, and he lit the match, kindling the fire already in me.
But there was something I didn’t practice saying that night.
Something I’ve been dying to say.
To him.
I bend closer, brush my lips against his. I’m drunk on desire, I’m high with lust, and most of all, I’m floating on this newfound brazen confidence he helped me discover.
I don’t know what to do with the way my heart leaps toward him. He’s the man I’ve fallen for, but I’ll have to sort that out tomorrow.
Tonight, he’s my lover.
I run my thumb along his jaw. “Fuck me hard.”
35
Gabe
The woman has spoken. I grab her wrists, lift her off me, and lead her around the piece of furniture. “If memory serves, you wanted to know what it would be like to be taken over the back of the couch.”
Her eyes shimmer with anticipation. “You remembered.”
I run my fingers down her soft skin, through the valley of her breasts, on a path to her belly button. “I listen to everything you say.”
“I think that’s why I’m so turned on,” she whispers as she reaches for the buttons on my shirt and makes quick work of them, spreading open the fabric. She places her hands over my pecs, and I shudder.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
“You feel good,” she corrects.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted your hands on me.” Apparently, I’m unable to keep these feelings bottled up. I really ought to be more circumspect, but with Arden’s fingers traveling over my skin, pushing off the sleeves of my shirt, running down my arms, it’s hard to think straight.
All I can do is feel.
And it feels fucking wonderful to be touched by her at last. With eager hands, curious fingers, and that hungry look in her big brown eyes, she seems as lost in tonight as I am. But time is ticking since my shift starts soon. I snap open the top button on my jeans, and her hands dart out to undo my fly.
She practically rips down the zipper, and because I’m a helpful sort of fellow, I remove my boxer briefs in a split second. My cock is all too happy to say hello with a proper salute.
She draws a breath as she stares at me, and I couldn’t be happier that she must like what she sees. “Can I touch?”
Laughing, I answer her. “You better.”
When she wraps her hand around my dick, my thoughts go haywire, and my blood heats up. I want to record all these sensations as she strokes me, since I’ve wanted it for so damn long, but I’m too turned on.
I’m nothing but nerve endings, invigorated.
I’m only lust, charging through me.
And more too. I’m consumed with the wish to pleasure her. The need to make her feel so damn good. To show her I adore her. And I’ll have to do that with my body, since that’s how we’re communicating tonight.
But most of all, I want her to know I’ve been listening all along.
Arden doesn’t want me to make slow, sweet love to her in a bed. She doesn’t want missionary. She wants to be taken.
I wrap my hand over hers, stopping her. “You need to be naked. Right the fuck now.”
She shivers, nodding, an inviting sigh falling from her lips. I slide down her panties, and all the air rushes from my lungs. I drink in her beauty. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
She smiles shyly, and that does it for me. That’s the nice girl still inside this naughty one. There’s the sweetness in her I fell for from the start.
Grabbing a condom from my wallet, I set it on the furniture then kick off my shoes and push down my jeans. I cup her jaw. “Now, listen. As much as I want to look at your beautiful face, I know what you want, and it’s a good and proper fucking. So turn around, hands on the couch, ass up, so I can fuck you into blissful oblivion.”
She follows my orders. Her lush body is bent at the sofa, ready, wet, waiting.
Waiting for my hand. I bring my palm against her cheek, eliciting a mind-bending groan of pleasure from her.
Then I slap the other cheek, and she lifts her ass higher. The view is to die for, but as much as I’d love to spend more time introducing her to an intermediate course on the joys of spanking, I need to be inside her.
Badly.
I roll on the condom and slide the head of my dick through her wetness. “Honey, you’re so fucking soaked.”
She moans. “I know.”
“This is the sexiest thing I’ve felt,” I say, rubbing my dick against all that fantastic slickness.
“It’s because I want you,” she says, and her voice is dripping with desire.
I sink deep inside her in one luxurious thrust, and once I’m fully seated, I let the pleasure wash over me in waves. Ecstasy grips every cell in my body as my hands travel down her back, stopping at her hips.
I start to move, and we find a rhythm quickly as I anchor myself at her waist, wrapping an arm around her. The angle is damn near perfection, and like this I can slide my hand between her legs, stroking the delicious rise of her clit.
She shudders as I fuck her. As I move my hips at a steady pace. As I sink deeper.
She makes the most enticing sounds the whole time, noises that spur me on. Relentless pleasure pounds in my body as I fuck her harder.
“Does this feel good?” I know she loves to talk. I need to give her every chance.
“Yes. It’s so good, so good.”
I grunt. “You like the way I fuck you?”
“I love the way you fuck me.” Her voice is cracking, and I love it. I fucking love it.
She tightens around me, as she cries out, “I’m coming, oh God, I’m coming.”
Glorious music to my ears.
I drive into her, fucking her through her orgasm, and once she comes down, I pull out, gripping the condom. “Couch. Now. Ride me.”
A few seconds later, I’m sitting on the couch and she’s straddling me again, lowering herself on my cock, and hell, this is even better.
I’m back inside her, and now I can look at her, run a hand through her hair, touch her face. “I want to see you. Want to watch you when I make you come again.”
“Do you think I can come again?”
“I have no doubt.”
I move her hips up and down, helping her find her pace, seek her pleasure. I yank a handful of her hair, and she groans.
“Get your mouth on mine. Let me kiss you.”
She dips her face to me, and our tongues collide, my pulse slamming higher.
We’re kissing as we’re fucking, but soon it’s too hard to keep kissing. Our mouths fall away, and she rides me, meeting my gaze.
For that second, it seems like she might look away because it’s too intense, too much. But she doesn’t. She stares into my eyes and whispers my name.
“Gabe, it’s so good with you.”
I swear fireworks go off inside me. In my heart. In my body. “It’s so fucking good with us, Arden. With us.”
I want to tell her more. Tell her why. Tell her it’s because I’m so in love with her. But the pleasure rides roughshod over my skin, stealing brain cells, stealing breath.
Soon, she’s cresting the hill again, and I’m right there behind her, coming hard inside the woman I want to love like this every night.