The Plan (Off-Limits Romance, #4)(26)

“God…” He rubs against me, and his shorts are thin and meshy. I can feel his long, thick, wondrous erection, one I’ve dreamed about since then, because he has the perfect cock, and I reach for his cock, and then that breaks the spell.

Atop me, he goes rigid. All I see is his face, the serious eyes, the worried mouth—still red, from my kisses. And I watch the way it hardens—in frustration? anger? Gabe’s eyes shut. He straightens over me, so that he’s looking down on me, so that I see him—sweating, quaking.

His voice is a growl as he says, “I told you to stay away. You didn’t do that, did you?”

Now—tonight—or when I moved here? I shut my eyes, feeling cold and heavy. Now I have to take my own deep breath. It’s not enough to fortify my voice, which gives me wholly away. It shakes as I say, “I’m sorry.”

“Not sorry enough.”

He comes down on me like a tyrant. His giant body covers mine. His hands take my face—not gently—and I can feel a single breath before his mouth seizes my throat. His kisses hurt. They make me gasp. I grab onto his shoulders, but it’s pointless. I can’t slow him down or quiet my own moans as he ravages my throat and takes my mouth again. I can’t help the way I cry into his mouth, my tongue arching against his as he kisses me so hard and deep, I feel a bounding ache, a mounting pressure in between my legs. He moves a knee between my thighs, and I can’t help the way I lift my hips and try to rub against it.

God, but he devours me. I remember Gabe when we were young, but this is something else. I don’t have a prayer as he lifts my arms—around his neck—and pins them up above my head. I can only whimper as his free hand strokes my lower belly, his demanding fingers break into my jeans. He lays his hand over my pussy and I nearly scream from wanting his fingers to fill me like his tongue is.

At that moment, though, he pulls his mouth off mine. His hand tightens around my wrists. Even as he’s glassy-eyed and panting, his low voice is hard. “I’ll let you up now. Are you gonna go?”

“I...don’t think I can.” My voice is shaking—like my body.

His mouth comes down to crush mine, and he bites my lip before he whispers, “Don’t be stupid, Marley.”

I can’t even speak, can only gasp as his hand slips into my underwear and traces, feather-light, over my puffy slit.

He rolls a fingertip around my clit, and I groan as his mouth returns to mine. He kisses me gently before he starts to break away to speak between our harder kisses: “Don’t be stupid. I would use you so hard, you would ache for days. I’ve never hurt like this before, Marley. I’ll hurt you too.”

His eyes on mine are hypnotic.

His finger on my clit is heavy.

My voice quivers as I say, “I want you to.”

“That would be foolish. You’re not foolish, Dr. Daniels.”

“You don’t know.”

He drags his finger through my drenched slit, nestling it at my entrance. I rock my hips up toward him, but he shakes his head.

“This is a mistake. You understand that, right?”

Alarm rises in me, but it’s lost in want so thick it’s like a cloud.

I nod, and his eyes shut.

“Oh, Marley…”

“Please!”

And so he gives me what I’m begging for. Gabe stuffs two fingers in me, deep and probing, rips my panties clean in half, and starts to lick me so, so, softly. Even as his fingers fuck me hard, his devil's mouth is soft enough to make me cry.

When I get close, he licks around my throbbing clit and pulls his fingers partway out. He lifts his head and he says, “Do you want to go now?”

I can only mewl.

He fucks me with his tongue and fingers till I’m right there on the edge again, and then he nips at me and lifts his head, revealing hot eyes and a gleaming mouth. “Everyone knows fucking your ex is stupid, Marley. So I'll give you one more chance to go. Last call.”

And so, of course, I make the wrong one.

I lift my hips to try to put my clit in contact with his finger, which he drags from my cunt through my slit, rolling my own slickness over me, teasing my clit with just the slightest pressure.

“Gabe…please!”

“Please what, Marley?”

I groan.

“Please what?” he asks, as his fingers pump inside me.

“You know,” I say mindlessly. I blink my rolling eyes. “Please fuck me.”

“With my fingers? With my mouth?”

My eyes are wet as I blink up at him. “Anything,” I manage.

“Anything. And in what matter?”

I blink. “Any manner.”

So he turns me over, smears my wetness back between my legs—making me cry out as his finger strokes my pussy—and he rolls his fingertip around my tender bud.

I cry out in anticipation. Gabe sinks his fingers into my pussy.

“Do you really want this?” His thumb teases my clit.

“I do,” I hear myself cry.

“Okay,” he says darkly. “Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.”

I shut my eyes and try to breathe, try to prepare for the invasion. When it comes, it’s so gentle, his fingertip so soaked, I groan. It feels so good, I shiver. As he pushes deep inside, my pussy clamps down on his fingers, and his thumb on my clit sends me to the stratosphere. I’ve never come so hard. As I do on his hand, and when I come into myself again, I feel him still inside me, the hand that fucked my pussy resting gently on my ass cheek.