Page 62 of Your Soul to Keep

“Gabe!” I gasped. “What happened?”

“Nothing, Shae,” he growled, spinning me so my back hit the wall. “And that’s the fucking problem.”

Taking both of my wrists in his hands, he stretched my arms up over my head until I balanced on my toes. Lips parted, his eyes moved hungrily over my face. Stepping closer he pressed his pelvis to mine and closed his eyes as he rolled his hips and ground his erection into my belly.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he groaned deep in his throat. He opened his eyes as my head fell back against the wall.

My lids dropped to half mast at the feral look in his eyes, the only thought in my head waslower, please, God, loweras I bucked my hips.

“Look at these pjs,” he grunted. “You drive me fucking crazy.”

Transferring my wrists to one hand, he ran his other hand down my arm until he reached my jaw. Framing it with his large hand, he leaned closer and thrust his muscled thigh between my thighs as he took my mouth with every ounce of pent-up need in his body.

I cried out at the dual invasion.

He gave no quarter, taking the opportunity afforded by my parted lips to lick inside my mouth.

I latched on, desperate for more of him.

His hand slipped to the collar of my pajama shirt, his fingers making short work of the buttons as he ran his lips along my jaw, nipping and licking his way down my throat to my collarbone.

“Not how I pictured it,” he rumbled, slipping his hand inside my open shirt to lift my naked breast to his hungry mouth.

I exhaled with a grunt as he sucked my nipple into his hot mouth. “Fuck me, Gabe,” I exclaimed in surprise as I gasped at the bolt of pleasure.

“Plan to,” he rasped, taking me literally. “Can’t wait any fucking longer.”

Lowering my wrists, he looped my arms around his neck as he shoved his hands down the back of my pajama pants. He hummed as he filled his hands with my ample ass, kneading me into a near frenzy.

My knees began to quake, my mind scrabbling to catch up with my body, my heart chanting his name like a prayer.

“Wanted to take my time,” he rumbled, pushing my pajama bottoms down while lifting one of my thighs in an attempt to free one leg.

Clinging to his neck, I mewled in frustration at my inability to extract my foot, that cock-blocking bunny slipper the only thing standing between me and ecstasy.

Without another word, Gabe dropped to his knees, ripping my pajama pants and panties down on the way. “Fucking bunny slippers, fuck me, Shae-baby, is there anything you can wear that won’t turn me the fuck on?”

Flinging the offending rabbit down the hall, he slung my free leg over his shoulder and dipped his head to press his nose to the apex of my thighs and sucked in a breath. “Ah, fuck yeah, baby,” he praised before tipping his head back and spearing his tongue between my lips, licking into me with a harsh groan.

“Gabe,” I gasped, both of my hands going to his head as my body bowed over his with the first shock of pleasure.

His hand shot up to brace against my torso, pushing me back against the wall as he mumbled incoherently against me before tunneling his tongue inside me.

“Fuck, yes,” he praised, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hip as he held me still.

“So good,” he murmured, swirling the tip of his talented tongue around my clit as my hips bucked and rolled against his face.

“Gabe, Gabe, Gabe, Gabe, Gabe,” I panted, straining to meet him halfway.

“Give it to me, Shae-baby,” he rasped, sucking my clit into his mouth.

My head shot back, the heel of my foot pressing into his back as I came embarrassingly quickly, wave upon wave of pleasure washing over me, carrying me far away from everyone and everything that ever caused me a moment of grief.

The rasp of his zipper brought me back to the ever-enticing present where he stood before me, his legs braced.

My hands tightened reflexively on his shoulders, my hips rolling forward, greedy, wanting more. Wanting everything.

His erection throbbed between us while his big hands fumbled to put on the condom. “I’m shaking,” he muttered. “Shae, help me.”

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