Page 76 of Kiss and Make Love

Fuck. She was into his dirty talk, and he fucking loved it.

His fingers slid down between their bodies and found her clit, swollen and slick. He moaned into her neck as he touched it—circling it, flicking it back and forth. Her body arched with his touch, and her breath came in rapid bursts. Their chests heaved against one another. The way she responded to his touch drove him wild, and he was getting close to his peak.

“Good girls come all over my cock. Can you be a good girl and soak my dick?” he groaned in her ear. He never wanted something so much. Neverneededsomething so much.

With his words, June pulsed and shuddered beneath him. Her legs shook, and she called out his name with such passion it felt like all the air had been sucked from the room.

“Such a good fucking girl for me.” The words came out husky, and he gripped the sheets with both hands, pulling himself roughly inside of her over and over with increasing urgency. He grunted out his orgasm, filling her, drenching her insides again and again as his cock emptied itself.

He fell on top of June, both still breathing heavily. Sliding down her body, he sucked on her tits. Perfect tits.

She stretched out, elongating her form. He made his way down her body, kissing every inch of her skin. Down at her pretty pink pussy, he saw his cum drip out of her. She’d let him come inside of her. The fact turned him on immensely, and he had a hard time not getting, well, hard at the sight of it. Who was this girl?

She angled to grab the tissues off the nightstand, but he stopped her with a hand against her soft belly. He kneeled and plucked a couple tissues out of the box, and he spread her legs.

“You don’t have to do that,” June said, not looking him in the eye.

“I don’t have to, but I want to.” Cleaning her with care, he took the time to memorize how she looked stretched out and bare on the bed before him.

All these years, she’d tried to get to know him, and he’d only ever thought of her ashis best friend’s hot, haphazard sisterwhen she was clearly so much more. He wanted to make this work. But did she?

JUNE

Lying naked against the cheap motel sheets, June stared into Gabe’s eyes. She never once considered that he’d beinterestedin her. They’d spent so much time close to each other’s lives but never reaching each other, though she had tried. She’d always liked him, even when she told herself he wasn’t interested. Even when he’d brushed off her attempts at flirting or didn’t bother beyond surface-level conversations. Because despite all that, she saw how he could be. Loyal in his friendship with Matt. Devoted to the things he cared about. Intelligent but humble about it.

Not to mention his bright blue eyes and chiseled jaw. Oh, and how she now knew he was unforgettable in bed.

Yeah. She liked him. A lot.

Being honest in the early hours of the night was always easier. The darkness gave people courage as if any vulnerabilities were hidden by the shadows. Gentle moonlight spilled through the window, illuminating the rough stubble on Gabe’s jawline. This was the moment to ask him what this was. She opened her mouth to voice her question, but his deep baritone cut her off before she could start.

“I want to make this work.”

Her jaw dropped. Make this work? He was feeling the same way she was? This wasn’t real life.

Gabe intertwined his fingers with her own. “I know it’s sudden, and the circumstances that brought us together aren’t great, but this feels like it could be something.”

June nodded. “I think so, too.”

Gabe propped himself up on his elbow and stroked the side of her face. “Really?” His eyes lit up in the dim light.

“Yes, really,” she replied, leaning forward to kiss him on the lips. “I feel the same way. I have for some time.”

He wrapped his body around hers and pulled her close. She snuggled her head into the crook of his shoulder and closed her eyes. Never in a million years would she have guessed she’d be in bed with Gabriel Jackson, let alone screaming out his name in said bed. Her cheeks grew heated when she thought of the past hour together.

“There’s something I need to tell you, and I rarely like to talk about it,” Gabe murmured in her ear. He pulled back and took a steadying breath. “I was in a relationship with a woman I worked with. Cassandra. We were together for two years, and I thought things were serious. She ended up undermining me to my boss and getting the promotion I was slated for. I didn’t realize what she was doing until it was too late.”

June sensed his hesitation to continue. His muscles tensed against her, but she didn’t rush him. She urged him to lie down and massaged her fingers across his chest, waiting for him to resume.

With a heavy sigh, he started again. “She effectively became my boss, and when that happened, she broke up with me and fired me on the same day. Fucking brutal. I lost the woman I thought I loved and the career that I had been building for years. My judgment was clouded because I loved her. Well, I thought I did.”

This story was painful for him to tell. She wove her fingers through his hair and offered her apologies. “There was nothing you could do about the job?”

He shook his head. “I tried to fight it at first since she fired me without just cause. But it ended up being pointless. The suits upstairs believed her made-up reason over my side of the story, and I didn’t want to waste my time in a legal battle that would drain my bank accounts. She was good at covering her bases.”

June nodded as she listened. No wonder it was difficult for him to let people in. Imagine thinking a person was in love with you only to be stabbed in the back by them in the worst way. Gabe’s job was his passion and purpose, and Cassandra took that away from him. A burning desire built in her chest to track down this woman and tear a strip off her.

“I haven’t told this to anyone except Matthew.” His hand slipped into her hair, cradling her head. “So I guess I’m asking you to be patient with me. I’m not sure I remember how to do this—a relationship. Or how to do itwell, at least.” Gabe’s eyes dropped, showing a rare sign of vulnerability, something she’d never seen from the man until tonight.

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