Page 95 of Forbidden Lyrics

Toying with the button on my jeans, he continues his torture while patiently waiting for me to give him consent to take this to the next level. Again.

But I appreciate it. His patience. His understanding. His thoughtfulness.

“Yes,” I encourage on another moan. “Keep going.”

Pop.

He unbuttons my jeans and slips his hand into my underwear. Teasing me. Tempting me. Bringing me closer to release with a few well-placed pressure points that cause my core to clench with need.

But I’m empty.

And desperate.

“Gibson,” I breathe out, squirming against him. I need more. I need him.

He captures my mouth with his, curving his finger and slipping it inside of me. With a gasp, I lift myself a few inches off his lap so he has a bit more room to move. Heck, I’ll do anything if it’ll get him to keep going. To keep touching me. To keep pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

Slowly, he pumps his finger in and out a few times before adding a second. Stretching me. Filling me. Prepping me for the main event that I’m craving more than my next breath. Because this feels right. So right that I should be terrified, but I’m not. Because it’s Gibson Hayes. And even though he isn’t mine, I can pretend that he is. For a little while.

I bite my lip and ride his fingers as he presses his thumb against my clit. The pressure is perfect, and I almost collapse back into his lap, but he keeps me in place and presses open-mouthed kisses along my shoulders and chest, making me flutter against his fingers.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

I throw my head back and shudder as the orgasm rushes through me. Hooking his arm around my waist, he holds me in place and waits for me to come down before pulling his hand from my underwear. Then he licks his fingers and smiles, his eyes glazed with lust.

“Gibson,” I breathe out, still catching my breath.

“Yeah, Dovey?” he quips, cocky as ever, before picking me up and throwing me onto the mattress. He grabs his belt buckle and pauses. “We can stop––”

“Take off your pants right now, Gibson.” I grab my own and rip them the rest of the way off, leaving myself bare in front of him. Not only physically, but emotionally too. I want him. Need him. More than my next breath.

With a deep chuckle, he does as he’s told and pushes them down his legs while I press my thighs together at the sight.

Holy. Freaking. Crap.

His thick erection almost touches his belly button, bouncing slightly as he pulls open the nightstand drawer and retrieves a foil packet. Ripping it with his teeth, he rolls it onto his cock before settling between my legs.

“You’re sure?”

I hook my ankles around his waist. “Positive. Now, stop asking questions.” Slamming my mouth to his, I kiss him, savoring the flavor of mint on his tongue as he reaches between our tangled bodies and lines us up.

This is it.

Holy crap.

This is it.

I feel like I’m in a dream.

Like I’m going to wake up any second, which only spurs me on, fanning my desperation until I’m a squirming mess beneath him.

“Come on, Gibbs. Please,” I beg.

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