It’s almost sleepy, the look he gives me, but I see the calculated gleam in his eyes. “Are they wet now?”

“They’ve been wet since you walked through that door.”

His nostrils flare as if he can draw in my scent from all the way over there. “Show me.”

My clit swells, pressing tight against the gusset of my panties. I’m so turned on, my stomach quakes. I spread my legs for him, the soft fabric of the skirt slithering up my skin. With shaking hands, I pull the skirt higher, present myself fully to his gaze.

Color floods his sharp cheeks, his lips parting. I picture myself, white panties darkened by a flood of need, outlining the rude shape of my swollen sex, and I whimper, canting my hips.

“More,” he rasps. “Give me a peek of that honey I’ve been craving.”

Oh, shit. I can’t breathe. My hand shakes as I hook a finger in my panties and almost shyly pull them aside. I feel so naughty, a dirty girl giving an illicit glimpse, that my skin flares white hot.

He groans, low and pained, his body tensing in the chair. His gaze stays locked on my exposed flesh as his hand slides over his hard abs and closes over the immense erection straining against his pants. He gives himself an impatient squeeze.

“Gorgeous,” he says, gripping himself tighter.

“Take it out,” I tell him, trembling. “I want to see you too.”

He doesn’t hesitate, just unzips and pushes his trousers and underwear down low on his thighs. His cock bobs free, rising to kiss the hollow of his navel.

Gabriel’s cock. For a second I can’t believe I’m actually looking at it. My gaze slides over the tender curve of his weighty balls, up to the meaty jut of his dick, so engorged it visibly pulses. As if it pains him, he strokes its long length. Just once.

I swallow hard. “I want to do that.”

He strokes again, a lazy glide. A tease. “If you get anywhere near this cock, it’s going to be fucking you.”

I want that so badly. I can almost feel him between my legs, pushing in hot and thick and strong. Somehow I find my voice.

“You should know, I can’t be a fling. Not with you. If you want me, you have to be all in.”

A frown knots his brows, and when he speaks, his voice is a rasp. “I’ve lived my whole life denying myself what I truly want. And yet I cannot turn from you. Haven’t you realized it yet? I am yours. I will always be yours, whether I touch you or not.”

Something inside of me snaps. I’m through waiting. In a daze, I rise from my seat. My skirt flutters around my legs, my skin so sensitive now, the fabric tickles.

Gabriel watches me come to him. With each slow step I take, his breathing gets deeper, as if he’s struggling to draw in enough air.

I straddle his lap, and that first point of contact—my bare thighs sliding over his—has me whimpering. God, he feels good. His skin is hot, a sheen of sweat covering his chest, his body thrumming with tension. The length of his cock lies heavy and thick between us, pressing into my fluttering belly.

A grunt escapes him, and his big hand comes down on my butt, kneading it—as if he can’t help himself—before he hauls me closer. My breasts cushion on his hard chest. His other hand grips of my hair, holding me right where he wants me.

Our breath mingles as we stare at each other. Gabriel studies my mouth, a tremor running through him. When his eyes meet mine again, they’re filled with heat.

“I wasn’t prepared to need you this much. I don’t know who I am anymore if you aren’t with me.”

He trembles again, holding himself so stiffly.

“I need you too,” I whisper, stroking his shoulder. “So much it hurts. Take the hurt away, Gabriel.”

“Sophie.” His grip in my hair tightens. But when his lips touch mine, they’re soft, a gentle brush. I’ve been waiting so long for this touch, it does something to me, sends my pulse skittering. My belly clenches sweetly, breath leaving me in a rush.

And he sighs, as if he too has been waiting for this. My eyes close, and I let myself just feel him, the way he slowly explores me—a nuzzle of my lower lip, a slow, delicate suck of my upper lip.

We’re locked tight, his cock pulsing between us, our hearts thudding so hard I can feel the answering beat of his against my chest. And yet he kisses me as if he’s memorizing this moment, our lips melding, then drifting away.

My head spins, my body becoming heavy. I kiss him with more intensity, needing, just needing. He feels so good; every time I touch him, my insides ease with relief and then tighten with greedy want.

The chair beneath us creaks. Gabriel’s other hand slides up my back to tangle in my hair. His kiss grows hungry, going deeper, wetter. He groans, and then he’s not so gentle or polite.

Whatever tether he’s had on himself snaps. He lurches up to devour me with a hot intensity that has my head spinning.

The sounds he makes, as if he’s so hungry, dying for it. There is no end, no beginning, only our mouths meeting, messy and uncoordinated.

More and more, I’m whimpering and impatient, needy and lustful. His mouth moves to my jaw and down my neck, where he finds a spot that curls my toes. Rough hands grab my ass, haul me closer.

The thick, round tip of his cock notches against my sex and pushes in, stopped by my panties. But he’s in me, that wide head pulsing and stretching my opening. I’m balanced there, unable to get more, unwilling to move off.

His teeth graze my bare shoulder, hands delving beneath my shirt to stroke my sides. “Off.”

He yanks my shirt over my head and sends it sailing across the room. He doesn’t bother removing my bra, but with a grunt, simply tugs down the cup. My breast pops free, and his hot mouth is on my nipple, sucking with greedy pulls.

“Oh, shit.” I clutch his hair and rock my hips on his cock. It pushes just a bit farther, straining against my panties. I need them off. I need him in me.

Squeezing my ass, he gives a hard thrust as if he, too, is impatient. And then the world tilts as he stands, carrying me. My back meets the cool wall, and his mouth is on my neck.

I’m pinned there, held by his hips against mine. With an impatient sound, he grabs the side of my panties. The elastic stretches tight and then snaps. Another breath and he’s ripping the torn fabric out of his way.

He doesn’t wait, doesn’t ask. I’m so wet, the tip of him glides right in. But he’s a big man, thick and meaty. The delicious girth of him stretches me wide, owning every inch he takes. And he has to work for it, shoving and thrusting, using the wall as leverage. Breathless, I spread my thighs wider to make room for him.