32

AUDREY
As promised, Gabriel brought me to his bedroom. He gently dried my hair with a towel and then let it fall on the floor afterward.
“Gabriel…” I shut my eyes and drifted my hands on his chest up to his neck, then I traced the line of his jaws with my fingers.
God, he’s so perfect.
“Hmm,” he hummed. “You smell so good.” His hands moved to my waist, and then he stepped closer to snivel my hair while caressing my bare skin so tenderly.
“I like how we smell the same.” I smiled at the small gap between our lips. I was utterly naked in front of him, so exposed and slightly nervous. I wanted to stare at his body too, but it was too bad he had wrapped himself in a bathrobe.
“Am I making you nervous?” he asked, his fingers trailing the skin of my arms, teasing me back and forth.
I held my breath. “A little.”
“Then I probably didn’t make you comfortable enough. You have to get used to me, Audrey, because I don’t intend to stop touching you.”
He lowered his head with mine, and possessively, he sealed my mouth with his, and by the time I knew I was willingly giving in, I curled my arms around his neck and then shoved on his damp hair. Nothing else mattered but us.
His mouth tasted sweet and minty as if seduction had scent and meaning. Gabriel was the perfect definition. His mouth danced with feral passion as if he was eating me. Slowly, he had become familiar to me intimately in every way, yet I still felt so vulnerable.
Suddenly, he unfastened his bathrobe, revealing his defined pectorals and abs without breaking eye contact. Damn, Gabriel. He must’ve been spending too much time in the gym having this magnificent body.
“Touch me, Audrey,” he hissed.
Hesitating, I moved my hand first to his chest, and very leisurely, my fingertips caressed down his stomach and lingered on his set of chiseled abs.
“You’re holding back,” he whispered hoarsely, and then he abruptly grabbed my arm and pinned me to the wall. He brought his mouth to my lips, but expecting more of his breathtaking kiss, he slightly bit my bottom lip and pulled it into his mouth. Suddenly, he spun me around, and I was now facing the wall.
I gasped at his sudden rough gestures.
“Why are you holding back, Audrey?” he murmured in my ears.
“I don’t know… I don’t know what to do….”
I felt his smile on my cheeks. “Your innocence is going to kill me. Hold the wall, Audrey,” he instructed.
I pressed my hands against the wall, and with his face on my rear, he gently kissed my buttocks.
“Ahh!” A moan escaped my throat when his tongue trailed my inner thighs, coaxing me with lush strokes but never reaching my clit.
He deepened his head, trapped my legs with his hands, and finally pressed his mouth against my clit…
I tried not to moan too loudly, but each time he swirled his tongue and hit my sensitive spot, his tongue skimmed on my slit. I couldn’t help but let another moan escape.
“You are so wet…” he rasped, then he thrust a finger inside me.
“Gabriel!” I gasped in pleasure, but inside I was afraid too. Afraid that he might hit something, I wasn’t ready to give yet. “It’s too much…”
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. I’ll take care of you, I promise.” And as if he knew my body, Gabriel touched my sensitive spot.
My eyes fluttered open when he pushed his face against me while his finger was stirring inside me.
“Oh gosh!” I gave up trying to be silent and screamed in too much pleasure, a new sensation I never thought I was capable of feeling.
Gabriel gripped the sides of my buttocks, his fingers digging up my flesh. With no remorse, he continued devouring me. And harder this time.
“Oh, wow…” I cried out in intense pleasure. “Wait, Gabriel… slow down…”
He ignored me and kept plunging his tongue deeper and deeper into my slit. The harder I moaned, the harder he lashed his tongue into my mouth.
I closed my eyes as I savored the unexplainable sensation in my core. It was so intense, so powerful… so addictive.
“I knew you would taste this good…” he said between his unrelenting assaults.
I rocked against him, meeting his every thrust as he licked every corner of my walls. My breathing quickened as I couldn’t handle the sensation anymore.
Suddenly, I felt my legs stiffen. I was already on the verge of coming, but he kept going.
“I’m going to come, Gabriel.”
“Let go,” he whispered, then he slipped his finger out of my womb, and instantly, my orgasm took me over me in a rush. I felt my body collapsing, but Gabriel sprang up and caught me with his arms.
“I’m going to own you. All of you,” he whispered sharply, relentlessly bobbing his finger into me. “And very soon, you will ask me to,” he promised.
Wow… I haven’t even had sex with him yet. How much more before I actually give in? He was probably going to drive me insane.
Gabriel spun me around again so I would face him. He pressed small kisses on my shoulder, then up to my neck, and then brought me back to his arms for a sweet embrace.
“My angel…” he muttered. “How do you feel?”
I shut my eyes, curling my arms around his neck. “Very good.” I smiled.
“Let’s get you dressed.” He picked up the towel from the floor and then covered it on my shoulder. He kissed my mouth again, and then he walked over to the bedside table to grab the clothes. “I asked Miss Lind to pack something for you.”
I nodded, recognizing my shirt and sports shorts in his hands. “Yep. Chelsea.”
He helped me put the shirt on my body, pulling down the hem to my bare torso—not even bothering to bring me a bra. Then he lifted a white lace thong I’d never even seen before. Gabriel’s eyes gleamed at the sight of it.
My cheeks reddened. “What is that? That’s not mine—”
Damn, Chelsea. She deliberately did this. I shut my eyes briefly, and then I snatched the tiny piece of fabric from Gabriel’s hand. He had an amused expression across his lips.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, smirking.
“Chelsea.” I grimaced. “I don’t wear anything like that,” I tried to reason. Gabriel would probably assume I was some type of woman who wears sexy stuff used for seducing.
Gabriel chuckled deliciously. “You don’t have to explain. But I’m starting to like your friend already,” he teased.
I rolled my eyes. “Ugh, don’t encourage.”
I stepped into the lace panty, but then Gabriel bent down and helped me slip it on. He pulled the thin fabric up my thighs, up to my hips. He traced the garter with his fingers and flattened the crease.
“It looks lovely on you,” he praised, with a sexy half-grin, his eyes filled with lust. He pressed a lingering kiss on my thigh that tickled me, and then he stood up. He touched my face and sniffled my hair, then he handed me my shorts. “I’m going down to prepare dinner, or I might lose myself again. Be quick. We’ll talk after dinner.”
Gabriel fondly pinched my nose and winked at me before he left. When I was finally alone, I collapsed on the floor as my legs were still wobbly from the orgasm a few minutes ago. He’s just intentionally going to drain my energy, after all. I wondered how I would cope since we hadn’t done much after all.
And I had completely and adamantly fallen in love with Gabriel Stark.