Page 151 of The Odds of Happily Ever After
“How does it feel to finally have your own office?”
“Surreal.” I turned my head to gaze at her. “But not as much as it is to have you here with me.”
She smiled. “Same here.”
Moving so we stood face to face, I wrapped my arms around her waist. “Do you think it’s too soon to celebrate?”
She circled my neck with her arms. “Definitely not.”
luna
“Are you sure, Luna?”
I paused in the middle of pulling Gabe to my room and glared at him. “I’ve waited for you for what feels like forever. If you ask me to wait any longer?—”
“I guess that’s a yes.” He tugged me to his chest and shut me up with his mouth.
I kissed him back, and he palmed my butt, settling me firmly against his erection.
Our mouths met in a heady rush of pressure and breath. No space separated our bodies, yet I still couldn’t get close enough.
He eased back just enough to whisper, “Any time you want to stop, let me know.”
“I will. Now take me to my bed, Gabe.”
By the time he opened my bedroom door, I had his shirt off and his free hand roamed under my own. He stroked my nipple through my bra, and the pressure applied through the lace drove me insane. Frantic, I grabbed the hem of my top, ready to whip it off, but he stilled my hands.
“Let me,” he said as he slipped my shirt off. “I want to savor every second of this.”
He proceeded to undress me carefully, touching me with a reverence that eased my insecurities. He kissed his way across my body, lingering on the parts where my breath caught at his touch. With every stroke of his fingers, every brush of his lips, he worshipped my body.
Skimming one hand down my side, he stared into my eyes. “Luna. You make me feel like the luckiest man in the world.”
I smiled as every inch of me seemed to vibrate with joy. “Likewise.”
Before I could undress him, he carried me to my bed and laid me among my collection of pillows. I pulled him on top of me and instantly realized that we would barely fit on my double-sized mattress.
“Maybe we should have done this at your place.” I giggled as he bracketed me with his arms, knocking a pillow to the floor.
Reaching for the pillow, he plopped it behind me. “Next time. For now, we’ll just have to stay very close together.”
“Sounds good to me.” More like perfect. “I call dibs on the right side of the bed.”
“Anything you want.”
My laughter turned into a moan as he kissed down my neck to the tip of one breast. He teased it into a tight, aching peak and paid the same attention to the other before drifting down to my belly button. The swirl of his tongue made my back arch, the balls of my feet pressing into the mattress.
Moving down, he settled between my thighs. My breath stopped as he looked up at me with a half-tilted smile.
Somehow, even though I was completely bare to someone else and in such a vulnerable position, I felt no nerves. Only anticipation.
Gabe lowered his mouth to the part of me that throbbed for him, and my hips instinctively launched up.
He sucked, and I groaned, grinding myself against his lips. The texture of his beard against my skin amped up the sensations. My hands found purchase in his thick hair, and it seemed to spur him on harder. He made love to me with his mouth, and when his tongue slipped inside me, my eyes went blind.
Garbled words and breathy sounds left my throat as acute pleasure sang through my body. One finger replaced his tongue, then he carefully worked a second one in, easing the ache with his lips and tongue on my clit. Soon, I was chasing my release, meeting the thrusts of his fingers with my hips.
“Breathtaking,” Gabe murmured as I came.
