Moving forward-finally. Writing this book is fun in the sense that I actually check the weather in the Laguna, Irvine and Bayside area of California. Trying to keep it as accurate as possible, I also use actual addresses. Can anyone find the houses I've mentioned? or the roads, or even where our Gabe had his accident? I also have a playlist I use to get me in the right mind frame for each chapter. A song I used a lot (not allot-lol) during this chapter was Van Halen's Pound Cake. Because I feel that it's how Gabe is feeling toward Abby right now. A real honest to goodness, down-home, simple girl he finds sexy as hell and is falling deeper and deeper in love with every second he breathes. Of course, Gaby has his faults. I hate writing perfect heroes. Where's the fun in that? Our Gaby has a bit of a temper on him as well as being a tad possessive. He's about as subtle as a bat to the back of the head, but that just makes him more lovable, especially when Abby knocks him down a notch or two with her sweetness that just kills him every time. Yeah, she's got our rock star twisted around her little finger. We get to see more of Abigail's slow transformation. That's what love does to a person, and she's definitely head over heels for Gabe. Who wouldn't be? seriously?
Anyhoo, hope you're all enjoying this as much as I am. I literally have butterflies in my stomach when I write these two now, knowing everything that's going to be happening soon and anxious to unload it all from my mind onto the screen to share with everyone. Thank you all so much for the comments and emails. I makes me feel good to know you're all enjoying Diavolo so much. And now i leave you with chapter six:
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Halfway through the night her phone dinged. Abigail grunted and shuffled her legs, getting more comfortable beneath the downy white comforter. With a soft sigh, she settled back into slumber. Outside the crickets chirped merrily and the sound of the ocean lapping beneath the boardwalks and docks lulled her again. Peace, quiet, tranquility. Abigail smiled and snuggled deeper into the goose down pillow.
Another ding had her opening one bleary eye to frown at the glowing phone on the nightstand by the bed.
Her sleepy mind wondered who would be sending her a message. What time was it anyway?
She picked up the phone and gaped. It was two in the morning!
Clicking on the little envelope image, she screwed up her face at the glare of white light and squinted at the screen.
Two messages from Gabriel.
Alarm shooting through her, she tapped on the first message, hoping nothing was wrong.
Gabe:
R u sleeping?
Gabe:
:(
Abigail frowned and debated as to whether or not she should answer him.
Huffing out a sigh, she tapped into the tiny keyboard:
Me:
I was.
Gabe:
:) I'm bored, among other unmentionable things 8D ♥
Me:
You should be asleep.
Gabe:
Keep thinking about u.
Another message popped up. She almost dropped the phone at an image of the sheet tented over his lap.
Me:
I am going to sleep now, Mr. Raven.
It took less than a minute for the phone to begin ringing softly. Michael had graciously linked the picture of Gabriel licking up her face as Rafael leaned in to poke his own tongue in Gabe's ear as Gabriel's caller ID.
"Gabriel, it's more than two in the morning," she replied with a frown.
"I missed you."
Clearly, she was unprepared for the masculine purr of his million-dollar voice streaming directly into her left ear; a hot shiver racing over every inch of her body, making her clench her thighs. Oh, the ache whenever he spoke, or sang, would she ever get used to it? Such wicked reactions on her part which she unfortunately had no control over. How was she ever going to cleanse her traitorous body of its carnal longing for him?
"Still there?" he asked.
She had to swallow before she spoke. "Yes." She cringed at the breathy sound of her voice.
He growled, "You sound so damn sexy right now, baby. Were you dreaming of me?"
"Gabriel, please."
"Nothing would make me happier than to please you, Abigail." He'd pitched his voice low, adding that slight grittiness that earned Diavolo millions "I'd wear myself out pleasing you, baby."
Gah! She needed to diffuse this sexually charged conversation.
She sat up and he began to chuckle. Frowning, she asked, "Gabriel, what is so funny?"
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His chuckling turned into a choked groan when she stood. He knew he shouldn't be using the link to his security cameras to spy on her, but he'd just wanted to make sure she was okay. She'd seemed so fucking sweet curled up on her side in the guest bedroom of his beach house. She kept moving her legs around, wiggling her cute ass beneath the comforter. He couldn't help sending her a message, and then calling.
He almost swallowed his tongue when she slid out from beneath the covers and saw that her bright green Big Bird T-shirt didn't quite cover her ass. Her panties were white with tiny little things printed on them. He couldn't decide if it was little hearts or flowers.
"Gabriel," she said impatiently.
"God, baby," he croaked needing to grip his erection before he blew his load at the sight of her nipples poking against the thin jersey of her nightshirt. Her hair was finally loose and fell around her in glorious ribbons of gold right to her waist.
"Are you in pain? Oh, Gabriel." He felt guilty at her panicked look.
"I'm fine," he interrupted her plea that he notify the nurses. "I'm hurting for you, baby. I just want to crawl into bed with you."
She covered her face with her palm and he didn't miss the way she shivered.
And then she did something that had his blood going molten in his veins. Her small hand slipped between her thighs to cup her sex and squeeze.
"Gabriel, I told you..."
He heard her breath rush from her, and saw how her hand pressed harder between her legs. She sat back down on the bed and pulled her hand back out to run trembling fingers through her hair.
He did his best to roll his tongue back into his mouth. He switched the phone to his right hand in the sling. "Lay back," he whispered, left hand sliding beneath the sheet to wrap around his throbbing cock.
Her eyes went wide before looking around suspiciously. "How do you know I'm up?"
Panic had his escalating arousal cooling a bit. "I heard the bedding rustle. I figured you'd gotten up," he blurted thinking fast. If she knew he was watching her over his security system, she'd be pissed, call him a perverted sleaze bag. He knew he shouldn't be watching her like that, but he was so hot for her. It would just be this time only.
Slowly, she laid back, and, just like that, he was close to losing it when she parted her thighs a bit and slid her hand shyly back between her legs with another shudder.
