Page 51 of Tangled with the Tight End

I want this. I want this so bad. I dig my fingertips into his skull and demand the pace of our embrace intensify.

The groan that slips past his lips sends my sex into overdrive. Without breaking our kiss, he presses my back against the wall and grips the thighs of my leggings. The thin fabric rips as he shoves them down and steps on the crotch until the material lays at my feet.

It’s only then that he pulls back. “Stop pushing me away.”

I lick my lips as my chest heaves, and my hands still in his hair. “I don’t want to fall for you and get hurt.”

“Then don’t get hurt.”

“I can’t.” I shake my head and fight the tears that threaten to unravel me. “I can’t promise not to fall for you.”

One corner of his mouth rises upward. “I didn’t stay not to fall for me. I said, don’t get hurt. Let me in. Don’t push me away. Just because you live here, and I play football in Kansas City, doesn’t mean we can’t be together. It just means it takes more work.”

The ball in my throat intensifies rather than releases. He’s offering me a dream come true. A dream that I didn’t even see aspossible. The mixing of both worlds into one. I swallow hard. “Is that what you want?”

“I want you any and every way I can get you.” He raises the hem of my T-shirt and hauls it over my head. “I don’t care where it is. Here. There. Somewhere else. I want you with me as often as possible. The only thing that matters is that we’re together.” His heated gaze sears my flesh until every inch of me is on fire.

It doesn’t matter that I’m naked and he’s fully clothed. Okay. It matters. My heart skips with happiness. Everything that I thought was out of reach is being given to me. I bite my bottom lip and tilt my head. “I pick the nanny.”

He smirks and tosses his T-shirt over his head, letting it fall into the pile of clothes at our feet. “I’ve already picked one, and you’re going to adore her.”

“I bet.” My teeth grind together as he grasps his belt.

When my bottom lip pokes out, he drops his belt and grasps my chin. “She’s 55, watched Gino when he was in Florida, and she loves him dearly. I contacted her before I called you but hadn’t heard back from her until the drive here.” His face is as serious as I’ve ever seen it. “I’m not going to do anything to lose you, because now that I have you, I’ll fight until my dying breath to keep you.”

Oh, my God. My knees buckle, and I’m only saved from falling on my ass because he grips my waist and holds me steady.

twenty-six

GABRIEL

Norah standsin front of me in all her naked glory with those enormous eyes drinking me in, and my heart stutters. When she said Sawyer proposed to her, I was out of my mind with jealousy.

The feeling swarmed over me with an intensity that had my hands shaking with fear. And anger. Anger at myself for letting her go. Anger at her for settling for someone she tolerated but didn’t love with passion. And then back to anger at myself for not punching the guy in the face when he was hanging all over her at the café the other day. I should’ve told him then that she was mine and to back off.

She arches an eyebrow. “Well?”

My eyes narrow into slits as I grasp my belt. “I was envisioning bloodying his face.”

“Don’t.” She slightly shakes her head and places her hands on my chest. “He doesn’t love me and wanted me to say no so he could tell his father I refused.” Her soft, warm palms feel amazing against my skin, and what little blood is remaining in my brain travels farther south. “He and his father are in an epic battle over his inheritance.”

“I don’t care.” I raise her arms above her head and hold them in place with the belt stretched across them. “He tried to take what’s mine, and I’m not letting him. You’re mine, and I told you that the day I saw him hovering around you like the last piece of cake on a platter, and he was starving.”

Her eyes dilate until it’s impossible to see the ring of her irises. “You have a way with words.” Her chest heaves as she arches her pelvis into me.

I lean down and inhale her scent. Norah and baked goods. Her scent swirls in my brain, imprinting on every fiber of my being. “They’re not words. I’m obsessed with you and have been since the day I met you. You caught me when I was feeling down and incompetent, but having you fight back and not back down sparked something I didn’t think still existed inside of me. Hope for a future.”

Her eyes swim with emotions as she twists her hands around the edges of the belt. “Your pretty mouth pissed me off. I’d never met someone who both turned me on and made me want to punch them in the mouth at the same time.”

“Babe, consider me always at your service.” I drop the belt, letting her take control of it, and slide my lips along her jaw.

“I do like the sound of that.” She slides her hands down my body, gripping the buckle of my jeans, yanking the enclosure open, and grasps my cock inside her dainty hand.

“Fucking heaven.” I claim her mouth, this time, my tongue against hers, and steal her whimpers of approval. Why did I question whether we belonged together? I should’ve known the second I sought her out and kept seeking her out. She drew me like a moth to a flame.

My hands caress every inch of her glorious skin as she takes me higher and higher with her eager exploration of my lower body. Her nails and the belt scrape along my abdomen and thighs, and then her thumb strokes the sensitive spot below thehead of my cock as her other hand caresses my tight balls. My eyes roll back into my head. “That feels so good.”

“Does it?” Her voice is husky and filled with lust. “How about this?” She wraps the belt around my dick and strokes up and down. Leather and a tight fist.

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