Page 51 of One Short Summer

The second I saw her standing in the doorway, a can of need opened up inside of me that might as well take us both down. I’m impatient, one of my hands moving away from her butt and all the way up to her neck so I can close the distance between us. A small sigh escapes her lips, as if she’s just as relieved as I am to not waste any more time. I should’ve known she’s as impatient as I am, if not more.

As if our bodies communicated secretly, our mouths finally meet. Even though we’re both starving for the other, the movement is a lot softer than I expected, turning this into one of the slowest and sweetest kisses I’ve ever had.

Sexy as hell too.

Spurred on by this torturous moment, my hands have a mind of their own, slowly descending over the soft material of her T-shirt and down her back. I tug at the bottom of it, needing more, wanting more, only to realize it’s so long she’s sitting on it. She chuckles into my mouth while I consider ripping it off her some other way, or taking some scissors to it.

But of course I can count on Monica. In less than a second, she lifts her butt and pulls the shirt off herself.

My brain is reduced to two words, and two words only.

Holy crap.

Chapter Nineteen

Monica

“Lean back.”Gabe’s voice is rough and slightly shaky as he takes me in with dark, greedy eyes.

His hands are on me the same second I feel the cool air on my exposed skin. The hair on my arms rises, anticipation making me feel on edge.

Every kind of first with a new partner is always equally nerve-wracking and exciting because you never know what exactly you’ll get, both emotionally and physically. What if it’s not what you expected?

So many variables that can make or break this situation.

Things with Gabe are even trickier since he’s my friend, and not just any friend either. I’ve gotten used to having him in my life, liking it,needingit even.

My mind races in circles while my heart speeds up. All I want to do is get lost in him, forget everything around us and disappear into a separate universe with this man for a little while. Somewhere where it’s just the two of us, and all the worries and doubts disappear, leaving us with nothing but this raw need, this pull to be with the other, no matter the consequences.

“Your skin is so soft.” His tanned hands run over my pale skin, the contrast of it somehow heightening the sensual tension between us.

His fingers take their time, touching every piece of naked skin there is, starting at my shoulders, then down my collarbone, chest, and stomach. My skin is hypersensitive to the feel of him. After a slow descent, he brushes the edge of my sweatpants but doesn’t move beyond it.

There hasn’t been anyrealintimate contact of any kind yet, but my heart is ready to jump out of my chest, pounding wildly as those big hands make their way back up my stomach. They stop at my waist for a moment, circling it, squeezing it.

My breathing quickens when Gabe brushes his fingertips across my pink bralette. Goose bumps break out across my body and I’m ready to jump out of my skin, having a hard time not to squirm under his touch.

Then he cups my breasts, his large palms swallowing up my smaller boobs, and the distinction of it is oddly sexy to me.

I’ve always enjoyed my rather small chest, especially in my profession. There’s nothing worse than big boobs flying around your head when you’re dancing. Or trying to, at least. I’ve heard from other dancers before what a pain it is to try and contain them. Quite literally, sometimes.

Gabe doesn’t seem to mind my chest size either as he leans down to take one of my hardened nipples into his mouth through the thin cotton material. Painfully slow. Deliciously painful.

“Again. Do it again.” The sensation of his warm mouth on me, even separated by a layer of clothing, is exquisite and I can’t get enough of it.

I dig my hands into his hair, pulling his head closer to me as if I’m afraid he might never touch me again otherwise, unashamed in my approach.

A tiny moan escapes my lips as he gives my other breast the same attention, sucking, nibbling, and planting kisses just above the edge of my bralette.

Throwing my arms back on the cool wood, I feel relieved the desk is huge and practically empty besides the laptop and a notebook—both of which are now pushed over to the far side.

My legs tighten around his middle, and thankfully, he gets the hint. A minute later, I’m pressed into the desk by his hard body. The pressure feels unbelievable, and I’m close to rubbing myself all over him, not caring about my dignity for even a second.

There’s no denying I’m acting like a cat in heat, the need for this man deeply pooling in my belly. “Please stop teasing me, Gabe. I can’t take it any longer.”

I feel his grin against my neck before he chuckles, probably pretty happy with himself. “Always so impatient.”

Pulling back a little, he draws a lazy finger down my breasts and abs, just to stop at my waistband again—after playing with my belly button piercing. He leans back down to capture my mouth in a hot, hungry kiss, his wet lips gliding over mine like it’s their favorite place to be.

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