Page 52 of One Short Summer

Seems I’m not the only impatient one here.

I’m barely done with that thought when his handfinallyslips past the waistband. Not even a second later, he stills, his eyes wide as they stare down at me. “Naughty little thing, you.”

My mouth lifts at the corners as I shrug my shoulders. “I’m not the biggest fan of underwear.”

His eyes stay fixated on mine as his fingers continue their descent until they find my more-than-ready center. “Good to know.”

A loud groan escapes both of us when his fingers enter me slowly, teasing, testing, getting to know this new playgroundverythoroughly, every last corner of it.

Playtime hasneverfelt this good.

“Just like that.” My head falls back on its own volition as he finds the perfect rhythm, making the slight buzz in my body grow louder and louder with each passing second.

When he starts latching on to my neck and working his way up to my lips, I'm done for, the tension in my body ready to split me apart. His fingers are so skilled, rubbing me in the right place, while his other hand has gone back to one of my breasts, squeezing it harder than before, then giving my nipples some more attention as well. The sensations are intense, hitting me from all corners, but I’ll be the last person to complain because it feels so good.

My orgasm hits me a moment later, and I’m ready to sign off my future firstborn, so I can do this all over again—like, yesterday, if possible.

Gabe has a lopsided smile on his face as he looks down at me. “This was already so much better than I thought it would be.” His fingers are still in the same spot, slowly winding me down from the enormous explosion I just experienced. When I get too sensitive and squirm, he retrieves his hand.

“I thought you were magnificent when you dance. But seeing you like this, coming apart from my touch, it was beyond that. Almost otherworldly.”

His gaze is so intense, I almost look away, yet I’m unwilling to break this connection between us. Instead, I focus on the part I don’t feel overwhelmed by, trying to keep it light. Pretending this won’t change anything between us.

“So, you were thinking about this, huh? Why don’t you tell me some more about those fantasies you’ve had? I’m more than a little curious now.” I grab his shirt and pull him close to me, wondering why in the world he’s still wearing it anyway.

He chuckles, his eyes shimmering under the low light. “I bet you are. Why don’t we go upstairs? My bedroom is a lot more comfortable than this hard desk.”

“Comfort is the last thing on my mind right now, but sure, let’s do that.”

He shakes his head at me and pulls me up with him. Without letting go of my hand, he leads me out of his office and toward the staircase.

Once we’re in his bedroom, Gabe turns on the light but leaves it dimmed. His massive four-poster bed is positioned opposite the big window front, fighting for attention with the spectacular view I know is waiting out there in the dark.

When he lets go of my hand, I immediately miss the warmth of it. But before I can dwell on that, I’m distracted when he picks up the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head. I’ve seen his chest plenty of times before, but the sight never gets old. He has a glorious body, one he’s worked hard for with strenuous workouts as well as plenty of hikes and other outdoor activities.

He gives me an all-knowing smirk when he sees my face and steps closer to me.

But instead of continuing what we started downstairs, he puts his shirt over my head and pulls on it, letting it pool down my way-smaller body until it ends just above my knees.

My inner sex goddess starts yelling in protest, waving her angry little fists around. This is definitely not how I envisioned this night to end—especially after that mind-blowing orgasm I just had. “Wait. What are you doing?”

“Don’t look at me like that.” Gabe pulls me to him. “Put your arms into the shirt already.” He leans in and nudges my nose with his. I can’t help myself and close my eyes.

The littlest of touches sends my body into overdrive now, and I wonder how I could’ve possibly been this blind and unaffected over the last year.

I want to pout, the disappointment rushing through me like a waterfall, powerful and continuous.

His thumb reaches for my cheek, slowly caressing it. “I just need a few hours of sleep, and then we can continue where we left off. I wasn’t planning on getting this started right now, but there was no way to resist you when you were all kinds of entrancing downstairs.”

How can I possibly resist anything this man says?

Reluctantly, I push my hands through the sleeves and look up at him, realizing I was too far gone in my lust-induced haze to get a really good look at him before.

How could I have missed the bloodshot eyes that are amplified by a big set of dark circles under them?

My hand reaches out to him, touching his warm chest. I’m still not sure where this sudden urge is coming from, probably this insane attraction, but I need to establish this physical connection between us. Soft tingles run through my fingertips despite knowing the night—well, early morning—will end right here.

For now, at least.

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