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God, that word coming from her lips makes me smile. And I want to hear it again. Actually, I never want to stop hearing her say it.
“Boyfriend?” Tiffany asks, glancing up at me with furrowed brows. “He told me he wasn’t here with anyone.”
I frown. “I didn’t say that.”
Gabi’s eyes soften briefly when they meet mine before she shoots a glare at Tiffany. “Leave him alone,” my girlfriend says sharply. “He doesn’t want you.”
Tiffany arches a brow, moving her hand higher up on my arm. “Are you sure? He seemed interested,” she says, clearly trying to provoke a reaction from Gabi.
I take a step away from her, and reach for Gabi, intertwining our fingers. “I’m definitely not,” I tell Tiffany. “My girlfriend is ten times hotter than you’ll ever be.”
Tiffany glares, her mouth dropping open, and I feel Gabi’s hand tightening around mine, as Tiffany lets out a grunt and turns around, walking away.
I glance down at Gabi, her eyes fired up with a jealousy I’ve never seen before. Fuck, she looks so hot right now.
“Are you ready to go?” she asks.
“Hell yeah.”
Chapter 34
Use me, Gabi
As soon as I shut the door closed behind me, I reach for Chris, sliding my hands around his neck to slam my lips into his. Chris lets out a low groan as soon as our lips touch and his hands fly to my face, tilting my head back while the other grips my hair as the kiss deepens between us.
I tug at his bottom lip with my teeth, softly nipping him, earning a soft noise that escapes from his throat. Chris groans as our lips collide once again, in a hungry, passionate kiss that has my body growing hot with each passing second. His handsgrip my waist, pulling me closer as our tongues brush together, each touch so intense and urgent and so overwhelming I can’t breathe.
“God, I hated her hands on you.” I tug at his black t-shirt, wanting it off. He helps me out, lifting his arms until it’s off his body, and I throw it across the room.
Chris moans into my mouth when I run my fingers through his hair, tugging the strands. “Me too.”
I quickly work the buttons on his jeans, eagerly tugging them down. Chris kicks them off until he’s left in nothing but his black Calvin Klein boxers. His hands wrap around my waist, pulling me close as he captures my lips in another passionate kiss.
“I don’t like the thought of anyone else touching you,” I admit, breathing heavily between kisses.
Chris lets out a grunt, his hands cupping my face as the kiss deepens. “Me either,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. “Only you’re allowed to touch me.” I moan into his mouth, loving the sound of that. He pulls back slightly, smirking down at me, and runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “But I’m kinda loving the attention you’re giving me right now.”
I arch a brow and give his chest a light shove, making him fall back on the couch, grinning up at me. I straddle his left leg, leaning down to press my lips against his jaw. “You like making me jealous, baby?” I ask, my breath hot against his skin.
A rough groan escapes his throat as he thrusts his hips up, his hands gripping my waist tightly, grinding his cock against my leg. “You have nothing to be jealous about, butfuck. I really like seeing you like this. You look so hot right now.”
I know there’s no reason for me to be jealous. Chris didn’t want Tiffany. I could see it from a mile away. I know he only wants me. But the thought of her fingers trailing up his arm, leaning into him, thinking she could take him from me, still makes my blood boil.
He’s mine.
He always has been.
A soft moan leaves my lips as I move my hips, grinding against his leg, my body burning with need for him. My hands slide across the nape of his neck, fingers threading through his hair as I cup his face, making him look at me. “Do you trust me?” I ask, my breath mingling with his.
His eyes sober, and he nods. “With my life.”
A smile spreads across my face as I dip down to brush our lips together. “I want to try something,” I murmur, tugging at his bottom lip with my teeth.
The noises he makes drive me insane. My head feels dizzy when he parts his lips and a pained whimper escapes his throat. “You can do whatever you want to me,” he says, desperation dripping in his tone. “Use me, Gabi.”
Fuck.
A shiver runs up my body at his words, and I climb off his lap, staring down at him. My body heats at the sight of him sitting on the couch, looking up at me, waiting for me,wanting me.
