Page 60 of Return of the Bad Girl (Rock Canyon, Idaho 4)

Her teasing was met with such heat, she sucked in her breath. Sure, she’d thought of sex with Gabe, imagined all the mechanics, but the raw wanting in his eyes made her weak. His gaze was possessive, and as his hands started inching her jeans down over her hips, every touch felt like a brand against her skin. His lips touched every inch of flesh he revealed, and she wasn’t sure anymore whether she was arching away from or toward his mouth.

She had always liked to be in control, had never just let a man do what he wanted, but after their turbulent first meeting and the last few weeks of back-and-forth, somewhere along the way, she had begun to trust Gabe. She trusted him to know what she would like and that he wouldn’t hurt her.

At least not physically, she amended, as her jeans hit mid-thigh, and his mouth hovered over her hips. There was no way she’d trust Gabe with more than her body. Even if he wasn’t the bastard she’d originally thought, she still couldn’t picture a future with him.

She felt the hot, wet press of his mouth through the black cotton of her panties, and the hard nub of his tongue piercing made her squeal with delight, the sensation dragging her out of her head for just a moment. He stopped tonguing her long enough to take her jeans all the way off, pulling her panties down her legs until she was completely exposed. It wasn’t the first time she’d been bared to a man in the daylight, but as the fabric of her underwear scraped softly down her skin, she felt nervous and jittery. Maybe because his hands were so gentle, suddenly in no hurry to rid her of this last scrap of clothing.

And then her panties circled her ankle before, with one final pull, they silently fell to the floor.

Gabe sat down in his office chair, gliding forward until he was right in front of her. Then he spread her legs and hooked them over his shoulders. As she looked down the line of her body to meet his dark gaze, she felt too exposed, the whole situation too intimate. Most of the men she’d been with hadn’t been all that interested in foreplay, and she’d never had a man in the position to see . . . well, everything. She started to tell him to stop, but he spoke first.

“Hang on.”

Without further ado, his big hands cupped her ass and brought her to his mouth. The wet heat sent her body lifting off the desk as the first sweep of his tongue set her aflame. Pushing his tongue inside her, Gabe flicked that metal bar against her clit in hard, swift strokes that had her nails digging into the wood to the point of pain.

God, sex had never been this intense or hot. Maybe it was the tongue ring or the way he took charge—never asking, just doing what he wanted—that had her dripping wet and throbbing. Then that familiar pulsing began, and whether it was his skill or the fact that her last orgasm had been over two months ago, she was suddenly lost moments later, shaking from the inside out—and it was a-fucking-mazing.

When she finally started to come down, all she could think was that she wanted to do it again and again and again.

The sound of metal on metal drew her gaze back to Gabe, who had already unbuckled his belt and was standing there with his jeans spread open, revealing the tops of his boxer briefs and the hard bumps of his abs above them. She stared at his six-pack, and a silly smile spread across her lips.

“You know, when you came out of the shower that first time in a towel, I thought your abs were hypnotizing.”

He stopped his movements, and she saw a square condom wrapper in his hand. “What?”

“Yeah, I pretty much think you could get away with walking around town nude, and no one would mind.”

“Have you lost your damn mind?” he asked before ripping the package open with his teeth.

“Just stating the facts. You . . . are . . . fucking . . . ho—”

Before she finished, he was kissing her, his hands cradling her face as his tongue slipped into her mouth, sweeping along her teeth. He tasted musky, and she realized it was her essence.

When he pulled away, he was sucking in air as he said, “For the last two weeks, I have done nothing but think about you. About how good you smell and the way you would feel if I could just get you into my arms. The thought of being this close to you has haunted me, and I have a feeling I’m never going to be able to get the reality of you out of my head.”

What did he mean? Was this not just a one-time thing? No, if his behavior hadn’t shown her how much he despised intimacy, he had told her as much.

Caroline reached up to pull his mouth back down to hers, wanting to cut off anything else he might say. Gabe let her take the lead for a few minutes, but when he pulled away from her to push his jeans down, she saw his cock stretching out the fabric of his boxer briefs and sucked in her breath. He was just so beautiful, so perfectly put together. She ran her hand over his flat stomach to the top of his boxers and slid her hand inside, gripping his velvety breadth, and pumped him with her hand. Caroline rubbed her thumb over the tip of him, and his cock jerked in her hand.

He grabbed her wrist and lifted her hand from his shorts. “Not that I don’t like the way you’re touching me, but I want you too bad to wait.”

Most guys would have sat back and let her continue, hoping it would turn into her going down on them. The fact that Gabe wanted her so bad he couldn’t wait to be inside her was new and tantalizing.

And it turned her on so bad, she was ready to leap off the table and tackle him.

It was a fantastic feeling, and as he shoved his boxers down his legs, she licked her lips, watching him roll the length of latex over himself.

Without another word, he stepped between her legs and grabbed her ass with both hands. As he lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around his hard waist and rubbed against the stiff erection pressing at her entrance. She felt the brick wall at her back as he adjusted himself and slipped inside, inch by inch, slowly tormenting her until her eyes rolled back, and she whimpered with impatience. She didn’t want slow and sweet. She wanted fast, crazy, buildings-falling-down-around-them sex, and to get her point across, she gripped his shoulders and rolled her hips sharply. He looked up at her, their eyes locking across the inches, and she saw need in those dark depths . . . but also uncertainty.

Gabe? Uncertain?

She must be losing her mind.

Suddenly, he thrust up, hard and deep, seating himself all the way inside her, and the motion left them pressed tightly against the wall. They were so close, eyes and mouths close enough to touch, yet he didn’t kiss her or say anything. Still, their breath mingled with each movement, and he never looked away.

Caroline had had sex, had been fucked—but she’d never had a guy watch her so intently. It was like he was searching for an answer in her expression while he took her. But it didn’t matter what the question was; she wasn’t prepared for this.

When he slipped out again and pumped her several times with quick strokes, she closed her eyes, breaking the eye contact to hang on as each zing of pleasure shot through her body. She tried to concentrate on the way her body felt and to push those dark, searching eyes from her mind.

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