Page 57 of Beautifully Used
“You mean someone who is as wealthy as she is.”
She looked at me. “Yes.”
“And I don’t qualify.”
She nodded. “But it’s not just that. She would have been rude to you, and she wouldn’t have even given you a chance. I couldn’t have that. She would have cut you down with that silver tongue of hers without taking the time to find out who you really were, or caring.”
“And who am I?” I’d already forgiven her back when she’d first said she was sorry. I loved her too much to stay angry, but it was sort of fun listening to her grovel. Besides, I wanted to hear her tell me, in her words, just who she thought I was.
“You are the most wonderful, kind, sexy man that could ever walk this earth. And I don’t think I love you.”
My eyes snapped to hers and I stopped breathing.
“I know I love you. And I am so, so sorry.”
I pulled her to me and captured that sweet mouth of hers with mine. Pulling my body up and over hers so that she lay under me. The sudden need for her flooded me like a tsunami. The way her body always responded to mine drove me crazy. The way she kissed me, so passionately and urgent, I had trouble thinking about anything except her. She felt so good. I cupped her breast in my hand before grazing my tongue down her neck, finding the nipple that begged to be sucked. She bucked her hips under me at the sensation. Slipping my fingers inside her panties, I pulled them down her silky legs and off. I kissed my way down to her stomach. Teasing her nipples with my thumb and finger, kissing the silky skin of her thighs before tasting the sweet ambrosia she secreted. She gasped out a long moan as her first orgasm flowed through her. I loved the sweet sensual expression on her face as she came, so beautiful and sexy it overwhelmed me and took my breath away.
I’d already been naked, a habit I had acquired over the past couple of years, and I was hard as a rock and ached to be inside of her. Gabrielle wrapped her legs around me, urging me toward her. I slipped inside her silky folds and entered that realm of ecstasy. I loved this woman.
No one had ever taken me to such depths of passion before.
“I love you, Gabrielle.”
“I love you, Brodie.”
There was no sweeter music in the world than those words attached to my name, flowing like honey from Gabrielle’s sweet lips. The orgasm flowed from me and into her, filling her with my love as she quivered under me.
I lay half on top of her with my chest beside her, our legs tangled together, our chests heaving in unison, our hearts beating fast from the intensity.
She could have a ton of rude and awful relatives and I wouldn’t have cared.
When we caught our breaths, I moved to my back and she placed her head in the crook of my shoulder. “So, you’re not angry with me anymore?”
“No. As long as you realize that I won’t put up with whatever your mother thinks of me.”
“Good. Because after you left, I told my mother that I was in love with you, so now you’re stuck with me.”
I wrapped my arms protectively around her, enveloping her and pulling her into me so one of her legs needed to go over the top of one of mine. I lifted my other leg and placed it over her foot. Her body fit so perfectly with mine, and I never wanted to move again.
“I promise you, Gabrielle, you will never be sorry for allowing me to love you. I’d buy you the moon if it were for sale. I don’t have a lot of money, but I’d beg, borrow, and steal it if it made you happy.”
Chapter 48
Gabrielle
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Just as my mother had threatened, the car arrived promptly at seven. When she’d called to remind me about dinner a couple of days ago, I’d told her I wouldn’t come, that I didn’t want to be subjected to any of her match-making schemes. I was happy and in love with Brodie, and she’d just have to learn to deal with it. I’d never stood up to my mother until that day last week when she’d unexpectedly showed up at the door. At that point, she’d sighed heavily into the phone and insisted that I bring Brodie to dinner, too. She wanted to meet him.
She’d made reservations at a fancy steak house near the hotel she and my stepfather were staying in. Kurt was apparently working on location around the area. How convenient. I knew there had to be another reason my mother was in the area. I didn’t think she’d come up north just for my sake.
“The car is here,” Brodie called over his shoulder as he peeked out the window. He turned to me and gave me a sexy grin. “You look beautiful.” I was wearing a simple, sleeveless black dress that stopped mid-thigh, and black three-inch heel sandals. My hair hung down my back the way I knew Brodie liked it, but I’d added a sparkling clasp at the top back, pulling some of the hair away from my face.
I took a step toward him, breaking the distance between us, and his lips grazed mine. I pulled back after the light kiss, admiring the way he looked. He wore a silvery-grey silk jacket over a white shirt that illuminated his tanned skin, and black slacks. The top couple of buttons on the shirt were open. He looked very scintillating and sexy; almost like I’d plucked him right off the cover of GQ magazine “You,” I swallowed, “look amazing.”
“I know how to clean up.”
“That you do.”
