Resolution (Saviour #2)(22)
Gabe turns his head and his eyes meet mine. They scare the shit out of me. They aren't the beautiful blue that I have missed so badly. They don't look like his eyes at all. They are a dark blue, not the bright denim colour I love so much. He shakes his hand and stands up. As soon as he does, the bouncers pick Jarrod off the floor and run him out of the doors. Gabe walks towards me. He's back. My Gabe. My blue eyed boy is back.
“Baby,” is all that he says and I throw myself at him.
My arms around his neck, my mouth on his, he pulls away and looks at me.
“Are you okay? Did he hurt you? You should have let me kill the f*cker. What’s Stella doing the f*ck with him?”
All I can think is that I want sex. With him. Right now!
“I'm fine, let’s go.”
He tucks my hair behind my ear and looks around him at everyone still watching us. He nods at Zac, takes my hand and leads me to the door and outside. The bouncers shake his hand and ask if I'm okay, I nod and smile. We walk out to his Ute, parked right outside in a no parking spot and I smile for some reason. My rebel, my beautiful blue eyed rebel. And then suddenly it hits me, it comes up from my toes and I have no choice but to step around the car and vomit. And vomit. He holds my hair back as I bend over and vomit some more. Jesus! There can't be much more in me.
“You okay?”
I put my hand up for him to shush. And vomit some more. One of the bouncers appears with a bottle of water and I hear Gabe say thanks.
“She alright mate? He didn't hurt her did he?”
“Lauren, did he hurt you? Lauren?”
I shake my head as I stand up straight and take a gulp of the water.
“Sorry... I'm so sorry. I think it's just the shock. Thanks for the water, I'm fine, really.”
I pull the door open but Gabe takes over and helps me in. He says a few more words to the bouncer and jumps in, starts the engine and we pull away in silence.
CHAPTER 6
What the f*ck was that all about? I've felt off all night, it must be the stress of this week’s events and what’s just happened tonight. I feel so much better now though. I take a swig of my water and look across at him. He doesn't look happy, in fact he looks thoroughly pissed off. I, on the other hand, can't wipe the smile off my face as I study his profile, just the smell from inside the Ute is doing things to me, it’s him, all him and I’ve missed it so much and all I can think is, he’s here, with me, we’re together.
It feels like just a minute later we pull into the drive. He turns off the engine and jumps out and walks around to my side, as he opens my door, I'm hit, full force by the smell of him. I slide my feet to the ground and he pulls me into him, one hand on the back of my neck, one around my waste, he pulls me in tight and buries his nose into my hair. In my heels I can reach his neck and kiss his throat and his jaw. I don't want to kiss him on the mouth with my vomity breath so I rest my head on his chest and just breathe him in deeply.
“Fuck Lauren I've missed you like you wouldn’t know.”
We stand like this for a while, just holding each other. He pulls away first.
“Let's get you inside and naked, I need to feel your skin on mine.”
How could I have left this behind? I must be bloody unhinged!
We go into the house and I go straight to the bedroom, through to the en suite and clean my teeth with his tooth brush. I sit on the edge of the bath and unzip my boots, as I do, I get that all too familiar tingle and know that he's there. I look up and he's walking towards me. He pulls off my boots, then takes my hand and leads me to the bed. Our bed.
Without a word being said he pushes me back, I push myself up on my elbows and watch him as he unbuttons my jeans and pulls them off, he lifts my foot and kisses the inside of my ankle, then all the way up the inside of my leg, every now and then he stops and strokes where he's kissed with the pads of his fingers. I shudder. It feels. Delicious. He starts at my ankle again on the opposite leg. This time when he gets to the top, he pulls me by the hand to a sitting position and pulls my blouse over my head. I lean back on my elbows again, my legs open and hanging over the edge of the bed, Gabe kneeling between them. He brushes his fingertips over my cheekbone, along my jaw, over my lips, he parts them gently with the pad of his thumb. I slide my tongue between my teeth and brush circles over it, he runs it down my chin, and he brushes his fingertips over my throat. Breathe Lauren, f*cking breathe. He places his whole hand flat over my chest and down to my cleavage. He stops and keeping his hand flat, he uses his palm to brush over first one nipple, then the other, he moves in circles. The friction causing my nipple to burn, although they still harden. There is absolute silence as he brings his head down and sucks gently; my breathing is short and erratic as I watch every move that he makes. The only light in the room is from the bedside lamp. His mouth switches to my other nipple, which he rolls between his finger and thumb whilst sucking and grazing his tongue over it. I give an involuntary jerk of my hips and close my eyes. Partly from embarrassment and making it so bloody obvious how much I want him. But also because I am in complete and utter ecstasy. He carries on with the flat of his hand down my belly, over my belly button, all the way down to between my legs, then out across to my hip, he follows where his hand has been with his mouth, tiny feather light kisses, the flick of his tongue, gentle little sucks. I give out the smallest of girly whimpers. He still doesn't look at me; he just focuses on where his hand and mouth are going. He sits back on his knees and gently strokes his fingertips over the landing strip of pubic hair that I have, then very gently he strokes the soft skin at the crease at the top if my leg.