Page 10 of Soul of the Mountain
I lift the coffee mug to my lips and take another drink, letting the warmth ground me in the moment. She’s here now, safe and sound. I plan to keep it that way.
My thoughts turn toward Gabby’s guardians, her great aunt and uncle. Anger courses through my veins, making my heartpound against my ribcage. I clench and unclench my free hand to rid the tension from my muscles.
How could they toss her aside like that? After stealing from her for years? Of course, she has trust issues. It makes sense that she wants to be prepared for anything. Everything bad that could have happened did, and now she wants a life of solitude.
Her words from last night come back to me.People who are too nice always have an agenda.I hope, like my grandpa and grandma, Gabby will be able to trust me more with each conversation. I don’t have much time to convince her to stay with me. She said her car would be done in two days.
Wait. Stay with me? Is that what I want?
As if in answer to my question, Gabby enters the kitchen, wearing that damn robe I haven’t been able to stop thinking about.Hell yes, I want this woman to stay with me forever.
We fell asleep on the couch last night. When I woke up a little while ago, I didn’t want to disturb her peaceful sleep. Now, I’m wondering if that was the wrong move. She’s looking at me with doubt in her hazel eyes.
“Morning, beautiful,” I say with a warm smile as I set down my coffee mug.
I’m drawn to her in a way I’ve never experienced with another living soul. I’m not sure when or how it happened, but I can’t imagine not having Gabby in my life.
She bites her bottom lip in a nervous gesture. I’ve never seen her this… shy before. I keep discovering new layers to her, and I know I’m going to love every single one. Gabby leans against the wall as I stalk toward her, unable to keep my distance any longer. Her eyes never leave mine as I press her against the wall.
I take a moment to appreciate the beauty in front of me. The early morning sunlight spills over the left side of her face and down her ample cleavage. I take in her curves, her creamy skin, the way her chest is rising and falling with shallow breaths. God,last night I dreamt about Gabby in this robe, and here she is, silently pleading for me to take what we both want.
Cupping the back of her neck, I pull Gabby closer to me, brushing my lips against hers. Her breath rolls over my skin, the sensation echoing throughout my body and making my cock twitch. I want to tear that damn robe off and fuck her against this wall. I want to rip her apart and ruin her for all other men. I want to make her sob with pleasure and scream my name until her voice gives out.
Instead, I sip at her lips, coaxing her tongue to tangle with mine. Her hands slide up my chest, and she grabs my shirt, pulling me closer. I deepen our kiss, running my hands up her thighs and under the hem of her terrycloth robe.
When I feel her bare ass, I tear my mouth away from hers and growl savagely. Gabby rests her head against the wall and closes her eyes. I dip my head down and kiss her neck, nipping and licking at the sensitive spot below her ear.
“I thought I made everything up last night,” she pants. I furrow my brow while Gabby catches her breath. “The kiss,” she clarifies. “I woke up alone and thought…”
“It was real,” I grunt, continuing to explore her soft, sweet body with my hands and mouth. “So fucking real.” I place kisses down her neck and across her collarbone, grasping the material of her robe with my teeth and pulling it aside.
The fabric falls to the side, and I stare in awe at her big, round breast as it’s revealed to me. I have my mouth on her in the next second, sucking on her nipple while sliding a hand between her thighs. I cup her pussy, groaning when I feel her wet heat.
“I need you,” she whimpers. “I need you, Sullivan.”
“I’ve got you, princess. I’ll give you everything.”
I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to the nearest room, thankful there haven’t been any guests the last few days todisturb us. Laying Gabby down gently, I stare down at my girl, her brown hair fanning out around her face, her robe hanging open, the golden light bathing her body, highlighting her ample curves.
“Gabby…” I whisper, not quite believing she’s actually here, offering herself to me.
She tries to cover herself up, mistaking my awed silence for disapproval. I remove her hands from her stomach and set them back down at her sides before climbing on top of her, holding myself up on my forearms on either side of her head. She parts her legs for me, allowing me to settle in between them.
“So beautiful,” I murmur while gliding my lips and nose up her neck. I pause to nip her pulse point, loving the way her body reacts to even the lightest touch.
Unable to hold back any longer, I kiss the breath out of her lungs, only stopping when she pulls away to gasp for air. I kiss and nibble down her neck, between her breasts, lower, lower, lower, leaving kisses over every inch of her body.
By the time I get to her juicy little cunt, Gabby is writhing beneath me, her eyes closed, her head tilted back, her fists clenched around the sheets. I pry her legs open, guiding one over my shoulder and then the other.
“Jesus Christ,” I grunt, staring at her dripping pink folds. Her hard little clit is pulsing, begging for attention.
“Sullivan,” she moans, bowing her back off the mattress to get me closer.
God, I can feel the tension vibrate throughout her body. “Gonna take care of this pussy, Gabby. Gonna make you feel so good,” I promise before taking my first taste.
I flatten my tongue and lick her from bottom to top, slowly, savoring every inch of her. I swirl the tip of my tongue over her clit, then suck it into my mouth. Gabby lets go of the sheets, choosing to claw at my back instead. I fucking love it.
“What are you doing to me?” she gasps before letting out a loud, wanton moan.
