this.” Her conscience spoke aloud. “There are hundreds of people on the other side of that door.” Just like at the beach … The thought had her eyes bursting open. “Do you enjoy this type of thing?”
He paused, and their gazes connected in the mirror, his long dark lashes framing fierce eyes.
She cleared her throat. “I mean, are you an exhibitionist? Do you like having sex around lots of people?”
He tilted his head on an angle and studied her. “I’m a musician, Gabi. I love a crowd.”
She stopped breathing. Although this morning at the beach had been a rush, she didn’t think she could do that all the time. She’d never been the kinky type.
He leaned in and sucked hard on her neck, jiggling the necklace she couldn’t bear to take off. “But not when it comes to sex,” he spoke in her ear. “I’d die before I let another man see you naked. I’m too jealous for that.” His hands trailed along her waist, bunching her sundress so the knee high hem drew to the top of her thighs. “I want you all to myself.”
Both hands went underneath the waistband of her panties, his fingers teasing her clit with light strokes. Her core convulsed with the promise in his touch, and she rested against his body, raising one arm behind her to cup the back of his neck while the other gripped the counter for support.
“I don’t want to share you either.” Her admission stunned her. She didn’t want to share him, never had even in friendship, only they lived so far apart. He was a terrifyingly gorgeous man, and his life was surrounded with free and eager women. Would he put that on hold, temporarily or permanently, for her?
“What are you thinking about?” He asked into her hair.
She snapped out of her thoughts and pasted a smile on her face. She needed to enjoy every minute she had left with him, not dwell on what would happen once the fairytale was over.
“Nothing.” She shook her head and turned to kiss his jaw.
“Angels shouldn’t lie,” he purred and pulled his fingers from her underwear.
He placed a hand on her shoulder, adding pressure, turning her back into his embrace. They were inches apart, his hands now resting on the counter on either side of her hips as she looked up at him.
“Tell me.” His gaze raked her face, a faint glimmer of concern surfacing in the deep irises.
She gripped his belt and began yanking it undone. This wasn’t the time or place for this conversation. This time, this place, was reserved for one thing—the mile high club, and she was suddenly in a hurry to be a fully fledged member. “We can talk about it later.”
“Tell me, Gabi.”
She tugged at his buckle and undid the clasp of his jeans. “Not now.” She ignored the way he puffed out his chest in defiance, and lowered his zipper. “I want you.” More than anything, she wanted him to take away her doubt and for even a few fleeting moments, make her feel like there was nothing to fear in the future.
Placing her hand on the hard length of his erection through his boxers, she stroked. He leaned into her, resting his forehead against hers.
“You will tell me,” he groaned.
She continued to stroke, longer, harder, and couldn’t help the wicked grin that pulled at her lips when his eyes closed in pleasure.
“Maybe…not right…now,” he continued and finished with a soft moan. “But you will…tell me, Gabi.”
Gripping the waist of his jeans and boxers, she yanked at the material until they rested mid thigh. His thick cock fell forward and she palmed it in her hand, rubbing her thumb over the sensitive head.
“Jesus,” he hissed and opened his eyes. “Do that again.”
She complied, rubbing the pad of her thumb over the fluid beading his slit.
“Damn, angel. Your fingers have a direct line to heaven.”
His lips smashed hard against hers and she gasped into his mouth. He ground into her, pushing his erection against her pubic bone. She continued to play with him, stroking over his head and
He paused, and their gazes connected in the mirror, his long dark lashes framing fierce eyes.
She cleared her throat. “I mean, are you an exhibitionist? Do you like having sex around lots of people?”
He tilted his head on an angle and studied her. “I’m a musician, Gabi. I love a crowd.”
She stopped breathing. Although this morning at the beach had been a rush, she didn’t think she could do that all the time. She’d never been the kinky type.
He leaned in and sucked hard on her neck, jiggling the necklace she couldn’t bear to take off. “But not when it comes to sex,” he spoke in her ear. “I’d die before I let another man see you naked. I’m too jealous for that.” His hands trailed along her waist, bunching her sundress so the knee high hem drew to the top of her thighs. “I want you all to myself.”
Both hands went underneath the waistband of her panties, his fingers teasing her clit with light strokes. Her core convulsed with the promise in his touch, and she rested against his body, raising one arm behind her to cup the back of his neck while the other gripped the counter for support.
“I don’t want to share you either.” Her admission stunned her. She didn’t want to share him, never had even in friendship, only they lived so far apart. He was a terrifyingly gorgeous man, and his life was surrounded with free and eager women. Would he put that on hold, temporarily or permanently, for her?
“What are you thinking about?” He asked into her hair.
She snapped out of her thoughts and pasted a smile on her face. She needed to enjoy every minute she had left with him, not dwell on what would happen once the fairytale was over.
“Nothing.” She shook her head and turned to kiss his jaw.
“Angels shouldn’t lie,” he purred and pulled his fingers from her underwear.
He placed a hand on her shoulder, adding pressure, turning her back into his embrace. They were inches apart, his hands now resting on the counter on either side of her hips as she looked up at him.
“Tell me.” His gaze raked her face, a faint glimmer of concern surfacing in the deep irises.
She gripped his belt and began yanking it undone. This wasn’t the time or place for this conversation. This time, this place, was reserved for one thing—the mile high club, and she was suddenly in a hurry to be a fully fledged member. “We can talk about it later.”
“Tell me, Gabi.”
She tugged at his buckle and undid the clasp of his jeans. “Not now.” She ignored the way he puffed out his chest in defiance, and lowered his zipper. “I want you.” More than anything, she wanted him to take away her doubt and for even a few fleeting moments, make her feel like there was nothing to fear in the future.
Placing her hand on the hard length of his erection through his boxers, she stroked. He leaned into her, resting his forehead against hers.
“You will tell me,” he groaned.
She continued to stroke, longer, harder, and couldn’t help the wicked grin that pulled at her lips when his eyes closed in pleasure.
“Maybe…not right…now,” he continued and finished with a soft moan. “But you will…tell me, Gabi.”
Gripping the waist of his jeans and boxers, she yanked at the material until they rested mid thigh. His thick cock fell forward and she palmed it in her hand, rubbing her thumb over the sensitive head.
“Jesus,” he hissed and opened his eyes. “Do that again.”
She complied, rubbing the pad of her thumb over the fluid beading his slit.
“Damn, angel. Your fingers have a direct line to heaven.”
His lips smashed hard against hers and she gasped into his mouth. He ground into her, pushing his erection against her pubic bone. She continued to play with him, stroking over his head and
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