Page 92 of So I Won a Werelion

“I couldn’t have been naked on the show.” I pushed him playfully, but our gazes caught, and the electricity flowing between us could not be ignored.

“You asked me what I was imagining, and I was thinking of you naked.”

His words made my pussy pulse.

“I can’t believe I was about to go on TV in nothing but pasties and a thong,” I laughed, but there was no easing the tension between us, especially with a statement like that.

The purring intensified, almost a growl. “I don’t know if it turns me on more to think about everyone watching you, or no one ever seeing this gorgeous body but me.”

Heat rolled off his body, and his erection was obvious in his sweatpants. They weren’t grey, but they still did the trick.

“Show me what you do when you think about me, but you can’t have me.”

His lips curled into a smile. He pulled off the sweatshirt and slid the sweatpants down his legs. His cock was standing at attention, huge, hard, and gorgeous. It took every ounce of restraint I had to let him follow my request.

He put his hand around his thick shaft and started pumping. A low hum emitted from his lips, and that was the only thing that could tear my gaze away from what he was doing.

Those green eyes were on fire. Practically golden. I leaned in and kissed him. Soft, gentle. Everything I needed right now.

But Gabe knew me better than I knew myself. The kiss intensified and his hands were on my arms. He had me on my back on the bed. His knee wedged my legs apart. His hair hung around my face.

“I dreamed about this too. Having you in my bed and claiming every inch of you. And I knew one day, I would do it.”

“Do you think…” I could barely speak. “Those visions we’ve had are real?”

“Yeah, I do. But I don’t care about the past. All I care about is you and me. Right here. Right now.”

His lips fell to my neck, and his hands were under my sweatshirt, covering my breasts.

“Gabe. Stop.”

He lifted his head just enough to meet my gaze. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” I wriggled out from under him. “I don’t want to let them take tonight away from us.”

“They’re not,” he growled.

“No, but I had a plan, and I want to dance for you. I wanted to tell you what you mean to me.”

“I know what I mean to you.”

I shook my head. “I’m your mate. That’s more than a best friend.”

“No matter what you call yourself, you’re amazing.” He kissed my cheek. “And I can’t wait to see this dance.”

I didn’t have any of my props—the pole, the tassels that I never mastered, my amazing hair and makeup, but it didn’t matter. There was no camera crew. Just me and Gabe. Like it always had been.

He rose from the bed and sat in the leather chair in front of the fireplace. Nerves jittered in my belly, like they would have on that stage, and I reminded myself what Blaire said. There was no way I could possibly mess this up.

Gabe’s gaze was glued to me, and his cock was still standing at attention. This lion wanted me no matter what.

I started swiveling my hips, letting the song I planned to dance to play in my head. I’d practiced these steps so many times, but it was coming to me naturally.

Gabe leaned forward like he couldn’t get enough of me. I teased him with a little bit of tummy, turning around as I lifted the sweatshirt over my head. Looking over my shoulder, I swung it around and tossed it at him.

Covering my boobs before I turned around, I strutted over to him. His eyes were hungry, glued to my body. I went around the chair, running my finger over one bicep and then the other, and covered myself again before he could see me.

Once I was in front of the chair, I put my bare foot between his legs. He grabbed my leg, and his gaze locked with mine.

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