Page 168 of Plunge into Obsession

I moved my hands down his arms, my nails raking the skin.

I took a deep breath and tried to control myself, but it was so hard.

Too hard.

How could he make me feel this way simply by touching me like this?

Gabriel pulled the front of my dress down until my breasts sprang out. The dress didn’t allow for a bra, so I hadn’t been wearing one.

He looked at me in that same way he always looked at me.

With his eyes dark and drenched deep in fascination.

As if he couldn’t get over the sight of me.

I cupped his cheek, and he stilled, meeting my eyes.

Could that really be the case?

I pulled him down to me and kissed him.

I kissed him deeply. I kissed him frantically, desperately.

I was so desperate for him. For everything about him, even his darkness.

It was the first time I had ever admitted to myself just how badly I craved everything about Gabriel—not just the good parts.

And I didn’t know what that said about me.

“Gabriel,” I murmured when he pulled away slightly.

His hands slid down between our bodies and settled between my legs.

He cupped my pussy and kept his hand there, squeezing slightly and driving me over the edge of insanity.

It felt like there wasn’t enough air in the car.

It was as if Gabriel had sucked up all the oxygen, and I struggled for breath as he swiped his fingers over my slit.

“God,” I moaned when he did it again and again, picking up speed.

He watched me with dark eyes, and my back bowed as a slight tremor started to work its way around the small of my back.

I was close.

So close.

My nails dug into the skin on his forearm, and my toes curled. I pushed my hips up, and he slapped my pussy.

“Ow,” I said, scratching at his arm.

He smiled. “Be my good girl and hold still for me.”

“I—fuck.”

My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he plunged two thick fingers inside. I automatically clenched around him, trying to hold still as he fucked me with them.

The only sound in the car was the sound of our erratic breathing, the slight hum of the engine as Johnny drove us to wherever the hell we were going, and the wet, squelching soundImade every time he pushed back inside me harshly.

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