Page 17 of My Girl
“Hi, yourself.”
Rolling onto his side facing her, he ran a hand over her breast. He watched in fascination as the little bud tightened. Gabriel leaned in and licked her nipple as he would an ice cream cone. Then he blew a soft breath over it. He hadn’t believed it possible, but it puckered even more. Thoroughly entranced by her body’s response to him, he repeated the process on the other side. Sheridan’s legs moved restlessly.
He kissed his way slowly down her body, stopping at her belly button. He tugged the little ring there before placing a butterfly-soft kiss on it. Moving ever lower, he changed to open-mouthed kisses, absorbing the taste of her skin on his tongue. When he got to her mound, he used his thumbs to part her swollen lips.
Using lips and teeth and tongue, he lavished undivided attention on her clit. He ran a finger down over the little bundle of nerves before easing it into her wet core. Feeling the inner muscles flex, he added another.
Sheridan moaned.
He laved her clit, crooking his fingers to rub against the sensitive spot just inside her until he felt her muscles tighten, warning of her impending orgasm. Sucking the little hooded nub into his mouth, he pulled strongly. She arched up, crying out as she came around his fingers.
He lapped at her as she rode the crest of her pleasure. When Sheridan sagged to the mattress spent, he slipped off the bed and dashed down the passage, cursing his lack of foresight earlier. Grabbing another condom out of his wallet, Gabriel hurried back to the room, sheathing himself as he went.
He climbed onto the bed between her thighs and crawled up the mattress until his rock-hard cock nudged at her drenched opening. He inched into her, taking his time and savouring the feel of her tight channel.So fucking good. When he was buried all the way to the root, he paused.
Gathering her close, he began to move with deep, strong strokes. Once again, just as he had earlier, he felt the build of tension in his body as pleasure rocketed through him. Sheridan wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles at his back. It changed the angle, and he found himself sinking even deeper. Grinding down on his teeth to slow his orgasm, he wasn’t sure he would survive this one.
Sheridan scraped her nails down his back. He was positive he’d have marks tomorrow, but right then he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Looking down, he watched his cock disappear into her wet depths. The only word that came to mind was erotic. He did it again.
Gabriel looked up at her to find her head flung back, her throat arched, and he couldn’t resist sinking his teeth into the column of flesh. When she sank her fingers into his ass, he couldn’t hold back the growl of lust that surged out of him.
The sound seemed to set Sheridan’s orgasm off. He felt her go slick around him moments before her muscles gripped him like a clenched fist. That’s all it took to drag him over the edge into freefall.
He collapsed onto the bed, careful to keep his weight off her. For long minutes they lay there, limbs entwined, trying to get their breathing under control. Eventually, Gabriel gathered the strength to go into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash up.
When he came back into the room, he found Sheridan under the covers, barely able to keep her eyes open. She pulled the blankets back and patted the space beside her. She rolled onto her side as he climbed in, and he spooned in behind her. He wrapped his arm around her and closed his eyes. Drifting off to sleep, his last thought was how much he loved the feel of her in his arms.
Gabriel slowly became aware that he was alone in the bed. He opened his eyes to sunlight streaming into the room. Hearing a sound, he turned to see Sheridan come out of the bathroom wearing his T-shirt from the day before. She gave him a megawatt smile.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” She sat down next to him, and he couldn’t resist running a hand over the silky soft skin of her inner thigh. “I’ve got the kettle on. Would you like a cup of coffee?’
“Yeah, coffee’d be good, thanks.”
She kissed him softly on his lips. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll be right here.” He watched as she left the room.
He lay soaking in the peace and tranquillity. Out of nowhere, a feeling of restlessness washed over him. Sitting, he swung his legs over the side of the bed. He got up and padded over to the bedroom door. He saw Sheridan with her head buried in the fridge, and without a sound, he made a dash for his own room.
Sheridan
When she hadn’t found Gabriel in her room, she figured he’d been in his own. The sound of a zip caught Sheridan’s attention as she walked down the tiny passage leading to his room. Not the sound of clothing, but more the sound luggage made.
His door stood ajar, and she tapped briefly as she pushed it open. “I come bearing coffee. I thought you were still …” Her words dried up at the sight of Gabriel packing clothing into his suitcase. “Did I miss something?”
“Thanks,” Gabriel said, reaching for a mug.
Like an automaton, she handed it to him. She had a sick feeling she knew what was happening; she just prayed she was wrong. Taking a sip from her own mug, she curled up in the armchair in the corner of the room. She pulled his T-shirt she’d put on when she’d gone to make their coffee over her knees, covering her bare legs.
She saw he’d noticed her eyeing the mess he’d made on the bed and watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed. His demeanour turned defensive.
“What are you doing?”
“I would have thought that was obvious. In case you missed it, I’m packing.”
Her temper sparked. “Thank you, Mr Sarcastic. I can see you’re packing. The question is, why?”
He scrubbed a hand over his face, having the grace to look embarrassed by his outburst. “Sorry, Sher. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.” He took a sip of coffee, seemingly stalling for time. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you. The guys have been asking when I’m coming back, and I thought now was as good a time as any.”
