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“Look at me,” he said. My eyes met his. “Can you see how beautiful I think you are?”
I couldn’t contain the tear of joy as it escaped the corner of my eye. He scooted his body down and kissed my thighs, caressing them gently. When he slipped his finger inside of me, my hips flexed involuntarily, the sensation rising with each movement, taking me to another dimension of true bliss. I became elated and full of dreams and ecstasy as my head filled with the roar of the ocean, even though we were nowhere close to any water.
I was no longer Gabrielle Demeres. I was Gabrielle the goddess, cherished and adored by Brodie. For the first time in my life, I felt beautiful.
I reached for him, and when I touched him, wrapped my hand tightly around him, his breath hitched and he covered my mouth with his. The thick, hard length of his shaft in my hand made me feel wonderful, and I could only image what it felt like for him. The skin was so soft, and I rubbed my thumb over the tip.
Brodie reached down beside the bed and rummaged through the pocket of his pants, then I heard the tear of foil and closed my eyes, glad Brodie had thought of protection because I hadn’t been thinking about it at all.
“Gabrielle,” Brodie’s voice startled me as he climbed back up, his face above mine. “Take me in. Wrap your hand around me and guide me in.”
I took him there and guided him in. It didn’t take much force and he was inside of me. He slipped in gently and moved slowly. I could tell he took great care in what he was doing. I sensed an urgency in him, but he didn’t rush it. As he pushed in farther, I held my breath, expecting a lot of pain. A sharp sting made me tense and Brodie held still. "Are you okay?" I nodded and tried to relax. He moved again, slowly, and the pain disappeared as quickly as it had come. The sensation became unlike anything I’d ever experienced. The feel of him sliding in felt so good, so natural. It made me feel so alive. I looked up at Brodie. He smiled at me. His eyes so full of promise and something else, something I’d never seen before. There was affection. He pulled up and almost out and stopped to look at me. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m more than okay,” I said, my breath heavy, my voice lustful. The desire for him roared inside of me.
“Good.”
When he moved a bit faster, I couldn’t contain the moan of pleasure that escaped, and I hoped he didn’t think he was hurting me. But he continued and took me into ecstasy. I jerked my hips up, accepting, wanting him to know I needed him.
Chapter 39
Brodie
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While skimming my fingers along her entrance, teasing, slipping through her wetness, tantalizing the little nub, I glanced up to watch Gabrielle, delighted to see her completely immersed in the sensation and loving everything I was doing. I slowly slipped two fingers into her, she was so tight, so wet, I knew it was time. When I entered her, Gabrielle pulled me in tightly and her heart pounded against my chest. My breath caught in my lungs with admiration and I was thrilled by the way she responded to me. No girl had ever been this sexy to me. At least none that I remembered. I was amazed Gabrielle had been a virgin. Though I knew by the way she’d first acted that she was. As she took me deeper and deeper, she shivered under me. All I wanted to do was please her, but she was taking me on a ride so full of lust and pleasure I cried out in jubilation as we ignited together.
I lay beside Gabrielle, arms around her, her head on my shoulder. I wanted Gabrielle to trust me enough to open up to me and tell me what had happened to her in her past. Maybe now that we’d been intimate she would.
In my entire life—well, life after Beth—I’d never thought to find anyone like Gabrielle. I held her close as the rapid beat of our hearts settled down.
“Gabrielle, do you trust me?”
“Of course. I’m surprised you would ask me that now. After.”
“Right. I guess it’s not the best time for that question, but you know you can tell me anything, right?” I felt her shoulders tighten under my embrace.
“I suppose.”
“Well, do you think you can tell me now?”
“Tell you what?”
“Why you acted so strangely that night after you bumped into me with your milkshake.”
“I told you, I was acting out a scene.”
“Gabrielle, baby, you’re a great singer, and probably a very good writer, but acting? Come on. If that’s true, how come I’ve never seen you do it since?”
“Guess I haven’t needed to.”
“I’ve come to know you fairly well over the past couple of months. I’ve seen you in extreme elements of danger, and I’ve seen you when you’re having fun. The state of mind you were in when you tried wiping the milkshake off of me was something else. It wasn’t you. You went somewhere, became someone else. I know it wasn’t drugs, but you most definitely went somewhere.”
She sighed and became silent.
“Gabrielle, you mean a lot to me. I care about you. Please tell me what happened. Please trust me with this. Believe me, there is nothing in this fucked up world we live in that could shock me.”
She pulled away from me and sat up. She kept her head down, focused on her hands, fingering a string from the frayed edge of the comforter. She bit her bottom lip and I hoped she was contemplating talking. “I don’t think you’ll look at me quite the same way when I tell you.”
