Going Down Easy (Boys of the Big Easy #1)(51)

There was something in his voice she’d never heard before, and it made her heart squeeze even as her core tightened with need. “I thought we talked about my wearing just the thong and the heels.”

His eyes darkened. “We did. And trust me, Ad, I might be bending you over the table or putting you on all fours on the bed or thrusting into that beautiful mouth, but it will all still be making love.”

Wow.

She was in deep. And going to the apartment with him tonight would only make it worse.

But she was going to go.

Oh, God.

“Okay,” she said, lacing her fingers with his. “I’m ready.”

His hand tightened around hers as his jaw tensed, and Addison could see the emotions swirling in his eyes. He was all in here. She really had to be ready. But an instant later, she realized that she really was . . . she really was ready for this. For Gabe.

An hour later, they were climbing the stairs to the apartment over the bar. It felt very much like all the other times and yet, so different. She knew this man’s body so well, knew how explosive this would be, how bone-deep satisfying, and yet she also felt a swoop of nervous anticipation in her belly as he unlocked the door and pushed it open, standing back to let her pass by.

She stepped through the door, half expecting him to close it quickly and back her up against it. That was a familiar move. And she was a big fan. But instead, he stepped through and closed the door softly.

She turned to face him, feeling her heart pounding, the flutter of butterflies in her stomach both exciting and a little nerve-racking. Gabe pushed a hand through his hair and blew out a breath.

“Are you okay?” Addison asked, liking that he looked a little nervous, too.

“Just trying to find words other than ‘If you’re not naked in the next thirty seconds, I can’t be responsible for the damage to that dress.’”

She laughed and moved closer. That was pure Gabe. This was the same guy, and this was going to be great. “Why do you need other words than those?”

“Because since realizing that I’m in love with you, it feels like I should have better words.”

Her heart completely turned over in her chest at that. He was in love with her. That was . . . Wow. Now she wasn’t sure what words she should have. So instead, she took the step that brought her up right in front of him. “If you love me, you’ll never stop talking to me like that.”

He cupped her face and gave her a sexy, sweet smile. “Addison, if you’re not naked in the next thirty seconds, I can’t be responsible for potential damage to this dress.”

She reached behind her and unzipped, watching him the whole time. The bodice gaped and then fell away, leaving her naked from the waist up.

His eyes flared as she moved back and pushed the dress the rest of the way off. His gaze roamed over her as he shrugged out of his jacket. She stepped out of the dress and hooked her thumbs in the top of her thong, but suddenly Gabe scooped her up into his arms. “Okay, naked was an overreaction on my part. That thong stays.”

She undid his tie, pulling it loose and tossing it to the floor, then went to work on the buttons of his shirt as he carried her into the bedroom.

The wrought iron bed under the huge fan with the moonlight streaming through the French doors to the balcony was one of her favorite places. But when Gabe laid her down and started moving his mouth over her body with hot and tender kisses, she lost all track of where she was other than with Gabe. This man could make her forget her name.

His lips and tongue and hands moved over her neck, shoulders, breasts, stomach, thighs—clear to her toes. He spent a little extra time at several places in between, lingering on her nipples, belly, inner thighs, and between her legs, where he pulled the thong to one side, but he didn’t leave one inch unexplored. She was wriggling and begging by the time he lifted his lips back to hers. His shirt was unbuttoned, and his belt was on the floor by the bed, but otherwise, he was mostly dressed to her mostly naked.

“Gabe, please.”

“I don’t think there’s anything I love hearing more than you begging me to make you come,” he said gruffly against her lips.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched closer. “Please make me come, Gabe. Please.”

He moved his hand between them, again finding her hot, slick folds. He teased her clit, then slipped two fingers inside. “Let me feel it, baby. Let me feel you come apart.”

“I want you.” She opened her knees farther. “All of you. Not just your fingers.”

“Just my fingers?” He curved them just right to hit the spot that made her toes curl and her core clench. “They’re just fingers?”

She moaned, and her hips lifted.

“So you want me to stop?” He stroked deeper.

It took her a second to form words. “I’m so close.”

“Just tell me, Ad. Tell me what you want.”

She gripped his shirt in both hands, nearly whimpering. “I don’t know,” she said huskily. “I just want you.”

“I know you do, baby,” he said against her neck. “And that makes me feel like a fucking king.”

She loved that she could make him feel that way. He made her feel things that no one else could, and she loved knowing that affected him.

“Please, Gabe.” She ran her hands through his hair. “Make love to me.”