Page 92 of Gabriel & Skye

I smile against her lips. “Yes, but once we go there, we can’t go back. Do you have any idea how much I want you?”

She bites her lip adoringly. “You do?”

“Yes,” I admit. “I’ve wanted you for far too long, and I’ve been telling myself to remain professional. That this can’t work. That we shouldn’t do this. But then when I have you in my arms, that’s all I seem to want to do.”

“Kiss me again, Gabe.” She brushes her lips against mine lightly. “I’m going to die if you don’t kiss me right now.”

I make another feral noise that sounds a lot like possessiveness, and make no mistake, I am a jealous and possessive son of a bitch. I don’t want anybody else except her, and the idea that another man could have her makes my blood boil.

I don’t waste any time. I close the gap and I’m rewarded by her groan as she feels my erection. Her hips push into mine as I rest my hands on her hips.

Deciding to watch a movie was a very bad idea. Very bad indeed. Having her cuddled up on my couch was only ever going to lead to one thing. And if I don’t have Skye Hendry right now, I may combust.

Our kiss is tentative at first as we test the waters. But oh, sweet lord if it isn’t scorching hot now. She opens up and my tongue finds hers, just lightly. I don’t want to scare the woman. Her lips are soft, delicate, and delicious. Everything about her is.

“You feel so good,” she pants.

“So do you,” I say through gritted teeth, trying to keep my composure.

But even that hangs in the balance now she’s sitting on me, her skirt rucked up to her hips. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

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Skye

As soon as I slide on top of him, I know it’s a good idea. Even if my head is screaming at me that he’s my boss and his daughter is sleeping just down the hall with the new puppy. What I can’t get past is how good I feel with Gabe, and how we seem to just fit effortlessly.

The conversation is always good between us, and he always makes me feel important. I love the way he listens, and the way he looks at me; like he really sees me. Like he’s interested in what I have to say. I’ve never had a guy this intense before. I can see that deep down, there is a lot more to Gabe Bassett than meets the eye.

And when we kiss, my whole body sparks with electricity.

So much so, my core throbs with anticipation. My nipples pebble against my shirt and my heart rate accelerates. The feel of him, as my panties brush against his erection, turns me on so bad that I can’t keep my hands to myself. He may have made the first move when he cupped my face, but I definitely kissed him first. There is something so sexy about that.

He’s strong and masculine, but then tentative when it came to kissing me. I freaking love that.

I also can’t hold back; rubbing my aching sweet spot over his hard cock as he makes this sexy, low groan. His hands move to my hips as they encourage me back and forth. Oh, boy, do I feel him.

All of him.

Our mouths work slowly, testing and tasting as my skin prickles with excitement.

“Gabe,” I whisper between kisses.

He pulls back to look at me with so much lust in his eyes, it brings butterflies to my stomach. One hand slides up from my hip, skating across my ribs and landing on my breast. “Yeah, Red.” He squeezes gently as I gasp. It’s been so long since I let a man touch me.

“Red?” I smile.

He plays with the ends of my hair for a second. “It suits you.”

“I’ve thought about this before, too,” I admit. “About us.”

A smile tugs at his lips. “Doing it just like this?” His voice is hoarse while he pulls my nipple gently through the fabric of my shirt. And even if I have thought about it over and over again, I can’t believe it’s happening.

We’re both acutely aware of the consequences, but neither of us seems to care.

The passion between us is undeniable, as is the chemistry that has been burning since I first saw him in the cafe. Maybe it’s been a little longer for me, but who’s counting?

I glance down to watch his hand playing with me, heat pooling between my legs.

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