Saviour (Saviour #1)(20)
He hasn't said a word the whole time but I've felt him fidget as I've talked about mine and Jays sex life and then about the events of last night.
“Let's get one thing clear Lauren” he says
“If I thought for a second, you did this on a regular basis, with other men; I would have f*cked you down an alley or over the bonnet of my car last night”
He gets out of bed and panic washes over me, was he leaving, was it all too much?
“I need another drink. Do you need pain killers?” I shake my head
“No, I don't like the way they make me feel, I'd rather have a glass of wine, please”
“Wine? ..... I don't think that's a good idea, I'll get you some more tea if you want but no more wine”
He's so bossy and domineering and hot, so, so hot.
He walks out of the room and leaves me sitting up in bed feeling nervous, excited and like I'm thirteen again, what is that all about, why? Why all these feelings? I've just met this man, quite literally, just met him, is it events with Jay and is this my revenge or is there really an attraction there for Gabe? I think I already know the answer to that and I think it's the answer that's causing all these emotions and feelings not the questions. Does that even make sense? I know for sure that we most definitely have a connection on some level and I'm pretty sure it's more than physical. The way he's got me to open up and tell him stuff that I've told no one, ever, has been quite liberating and the fact that he's so far said nothing, only listened and hasn’t laid anything other than his lips on me, has put me at ease .
He returns with a bottle of bourbon, a tumbler and what looks like a glass of wine for me.... Ha he's backed down and let me have my own way.
He pours himself a drink and I can’t help looking at him, all of him. Even his feet are sexy and tanned of course. He really is gorgeous, the sort that is described in every crappie erotic novel I have ever read but that I’ve always thought didn’t really exist and if he did, he wouldn't be interested in me and yet, here he is, in his trunks, sliding into bed, beside me ... Pinch me now ... No wait, don't , I'm already in enough pain .. Oh f*ck!!
He passes me my drink and I take a sip “What is this?” I ask, pulling a face. “It’s a compromise Lauren”
“A compromise? Yuk, I asked for wine... I don't like the taste of a compromise ... What's in it?”
“White wine and soda, it’s that or tea. You chose?”
Pffff.... I take another sip, this will have to do!
Then the questions start... My life, my loves, my children, my work. On occasion I laugh and he laughs with me but then, when I talk about the implications of the end of my marriage and how I'm actually feeling about it all, I start to cry and he is so good and so sweet he just holds me, saying nothing, just letting me cry.
I wake in the morning and he's still there, holding me, my head on his chest, his arm around me. My leg is over one of his and his other leg over mine... A tangle. My hand is palm down on his belly; I can feel a smattering of hair. I don’t want to be obvious and turn my head to look, so I run my hand up to his chest, where I can feel more hair.... I look up at him and blink as I realise he’s watching me, of course he’s watching me, he’s always watching me. And I love it…. With a glint in his eye and a smile on his lips
“Hey” he says
“Hey” I reply…embarrassed at being caught.
His smile turns into a full on grin as his head motions to where my hand is on his chest.
“Feel nice?” he asks
“Very”
“Well I'm just glad you moved your hand up and not down because then, I would not be responsible for what my reactions or actions might have been” He wiggles his eyebrows up and down as he speaks. I frown, then smile as I catch on and lift up the doona and peer down at his trunks. I can see that he has a sizable erection. I feel my pulse throb between my legs instantly and sigh “Ahhhh f*ck Gabe” as I pull away from him and lay flat on my back against the bed, feeling completely inadequate.
“Well... that’s a bit harsh; my dick usually gets a much warmer response than that”
He leans up on his elbow, lying along side of me, looking into my eyes. I put my hands over my face.
“I’m your sure your dick is lovely, perfect in fact, as dicks go but I must look like shit, I'm old and wrinkly and wobbly and beat up and bruised and look at you... so hot and fit and gorgeous and god like, with what is probably, a quite spectacular knob; what must you be thinking when you look at the state of me?” I whine
“Well...right now I'm thinking that I must have a thing for old, wrinkly and wobbly, although not so much for the beat up and bruised ... Because I have the biggest hard on Lauren and it's laying here next to you with your arms and legs wrapped around me that's caused it”
“I have sons Babe... and I did have a husband... I know all men wake up with a hard on... Whoever they wake up next to”
“Will you shut up and listen to what I'm saying; I think you’re hot, sexy and totally f*ckable... Even right this minute, with your face bruised, and blood caked in your hair... Despite all of this and your shitty attitude towards me last night, I am as horny as f*ck, because of you... I’m desperate to touch, to kiss, stroke and lick you... All of you... I want to hear you call out my name” He nuzzles into my ear, “I want to hear you beg me to stop, I want to hear you beg me for more and I want to see your face when I make you come ...I have never wanted any of these things with anyone as much as I want them with you right now”