Page 174 of I Dreamt That You Loved Me
I could barely see a thing. There were no lights out here.
Gabriel turned on the shower and checked the water temperature as I shed the hoodie and after a moment’s debate, my wet bra and underwear too when I heard his wet board shorts hit the ground.
“Cleo,” he said. “Wherefore art thou, Cleo?”
I laughed, groping my way toward the shower, using my hand to feel my way. Eventually, my eyes started to adjust to the darkness and I could make out the shape of his body and his face in profile.
“There’s a step there,” he said after I stumbled up it and fell right into his arms. Literally.
He caught me and pulled me under the spray of the shower.
“This is crazy,” I said with a laugh even as I reveled in the feel of his skin against mine, “showering in the dark.”
“Kind of cool though,” he said, turning me around so my back was to his chest. I heard him squirt something into his hand and then he tipped my head back with two fingers under my chin and shampooed my hair. My eyes closed as he massaged my scalp. I could feel his dick against my back. Hot, thick, ready.
My thighs clenched. The water poured over us like a rain shower. Steam rose into the air and I looked up at the night sky, the stars and the moon.
“All done,” Gabriel said, his voice low, husky as he turned me around and I tipped back my head, rinsing the shampoo out of my hair while he soaped and lathered my skin with his body wash.
My shoulders. My breasts. My thighs. My feet.
When I looked down, he was on his knees. Our eyes met. I gave him silent permission.
His hands climbed my thighs.
My skin burned. My legs shook.
With his eyes still on me, he parted my lips with his thumbs and then he dipped his head and flicked his tongue over my clit.
My knees buckled. I grabbed the back of his head, my fingers digging into his hair as he worked magic with his fingers, lips, and tongue.
“You’re still pretty good at this,” I said, my voice breathy.
“Like riding a bike.”
I laughed then gasped when he slid two fingers inside me, reaching and curling until he hit that mystical spot that only he had ever found while his thumb pressed against my clit. “Oh God.”
I came so hard that Gabriel had to hold me up.
When I opened my eyes, I smiled. “Welcome back.”
CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
Gabriel
I carriedher into my bedroom. Kicked the door shut and laid her down on the bed. A salty breeze blew through the open window and the branches of a tree scraped against the weathered gray shingles.
It was just us and the moonlight shining on her skin and reflecting off my ring on her finger. A promise of things to come. A future I hadn’t dared hope for but now it felt within reach. Tonight everything felt possible.
Cleo rolled onto her side and propped her head on her hand. “I like your bed.” She held my pillow to her face and inhaled. “The sheets smell like you.”
“Are you saying this is the first time you’ve been in my bedroom? You didn’t come in here snooping around?” I teased.
The mattress dipped under my weight, the springs creaking.
“I havesomeself-control.”
I kissed the side of her neck. Her shoulder. Her breasts. “You were free to come into my bedroom anytime you wanted.” I kissed the inside of her thigh. Her ankle. “The middle of thenight. The crack of dawn…” I kissed the sole of her foot. “You could have slid under the covers and watched me sleeping.”
