She watched him anxiously, her green eyes dark with unbridled lust. She hadn't moved from where he tossed her effortlessly onto the bed. Now she was propped up on her elbows watching him as he watched her.
Heavy anticipation coursed through her as she watched him shrug out of his jacket. Finally getting it off, he tossed it onto the floor before pulling his black tee-shirt off and tossing it next to it. He had been clothed the last time they were together, so the sight of his bare chest had her inhaling deeply.
He was perfect.
His chuckle at her uninhibited admiration, died in his throat when she quickly discarded her tank top and tossed it at him. She hadn't worn a bra. It was her turn to smile as she slowly rose to her knees. He had undone her jeans earlier in the driveway so it was no task to slip them the rest of the way down leaving her in just her thong. She loved the way he watched her. It made her feel unrestrained. Powerful. A feeling of total abandonment.
Crawling her way to the foot of the bed where he stood, she didn't hesitate to kiss him. Never being one to initiate the kiss between them, she relished in the power before conceding and letting him dominate. She felt him smile against her lips, when she let out a moan of appreciation. He nipped her bottom lip before sucking on it gently. It was a long and wet leisurely kiss that ended with her panting and him gripping her hips possessively.
She stared back at him. He didn't look as affected as she was, except his eyes were half-hooded with arousal. When she slipped her hand down his jeans to feel his cock, he attacked her mouth again. She gently jerked his cock as she returned his kiss with the same, if not more, enthusiasm. When they finally came up for air, she gasped when he snapped the bands of her thong. He grinned sexily as he put them in the pocket of his jeans, before letting them fall to the floor. And with that they were both completely naked, greedily drinking in the sight the other provided.
He pushed her gently back down on the bed. His eyes burned into hers before moving down and taking it's fill of her exposed body. She started to feel nervous under his unrelenting gaze. When she moved to cover herself, he gripped her wrist then brought it to his lips placing a chaste kiss on the inside of it. It was an innocent gesture that she felt in her clit.
He lowered his head to kiss her on the lips, before moving down to kiss her collarbone. He worked his way down to her breast, paying extra attention to the hardened peak before shifting down until he was lying between her spread thighs. Pushing them further apart, Sloane's mind raced about how explicitly open she was for him.
"Don't ever close yourself to me," he said seriously when he felt her resistance.
His eyes pinned on her glistening pink flesh. She was as wet for him and he was rock hard for her. He had never wanted to taste any of the other women he'd been with, but the temptation was running deep within him.
"I better be the only one to ever see you like this." Gabe said darkly, his eyes heavy with possession. He kissed her on her hip bone and crawled back up her body, "Say it Sloane."
"What?" Sloane said breathlessly. She wasn't prepared for the seriousness in Gabe's tone, "Say what?"
"You won't ever let anyone see you like this." Gabe repeated, "I'll kill them-"
"I'm yours," Sloane said meeting his gaze, "For as long as you want me."
'Forever' Gabe thought.
When he kissed her again, he unleashed his full arsenal of notorious expertise. His tongue plunged deep into hers, drawing out her tongue and sucking on it sending every one of Sloane's nerve endings into overdrive. She mimicked his ministrations, moaning into his mouth. His cock hardened to the point of being almost painful, feeling his fluid leak on the inside of her thigh. He regretfully took his mouth away from hers to look at her. The look in her eyes nearly paralyzed him, so he did the only thing he could and kissed her. Alternating between pecks to deep intimate kisses until she was panting, whimpering for more.
She reached down to line his cock up with her waiting pussy, only to whimper in frustration, when he barely entered her. It wasn't enough. She tried moving her hips down to get more of him into her, but his firm grip on hips stalled her efforts.
"Slowly or this will be over before it starts." He hissed out before a sound he'd never heard before managed to escape his throat.
She had moved her hand down where he was in her, moving her hips slightly as she gently pumped the exposed part of cock that wasn't in her. She used her other hand to pull him down, kissing him until he started pushing more of himself into her. Her low, throaty moan was his undoing.
"We can go slow next time, I promise." He said, giving no other preamble as he slammed his full length inside her hot core. She was tight, matched with the way she was clenching down on his aching cock he wasn't going to last long.
She squeezed her eyes shut, as the size of him took her breath. When she finally opened her eyes, his fierce gaze devoured her, "Are you okay?"
She arched an eyebrow before responding, "I'd be a lot better if you could start moving."
He grinned sexily as he laced his fingers with hers and pinned them on the pillow above her head. He withdrew slowly before slamming back in. The sound that she emitted drove him crazy with desire. He started moving in a rhythm that drove her equally insane.
She strained to absorb him, rocking her hips with each of his powerful thrusts, clenching him with each stroke until she gasped from the violent release of pleasure inside her. She watched and felt as he started to piston in and out of her. Sloane's body was racked with her second orgasm before Gabe stiffened above her, roaring her name as his seed filled her. As the last of his seed left him, he dropped down on top of her, burying his head in her neck.
It was in that moment, in his room that night, as she laid there pinned naked under Gabe did Sloane finally surrender to the battle that she'd been fighting since their first time together - she was in love with him.
The revelation was immediately followed by a slight terror that he may not feel the same way. He had only wanted her to stay. He never said anything about love.
Sloane had no choice but to lay there staring up at the ceiling, a prisoner to her thoughts.
What if she stayed and it didn't work out?
Would she blame him for not going to California?
But what if it did work out between them?
What would Dean say?
What if he breaks her heart?
His light snoring brought her rapid thoughts to a screeching halt.
Is he...sleeping?
Nudging him gently, he helped her out and rolled over. She wasn't sure if she should stay or not. Slowly edging herself off the bed, she thought she was almost out of his reach when he suddenly snaked his arm around her waist and dragged her against him. Too tired to try to move away again, Sloane laid there until she felt her eyelids growing heavy. She felt him place a kiss on her head.
"I love you." He mumbled almost incoherently.
She smiled.
Content and sated, Sloane closed her eyes finally allowing sleep to claim her.
The warmth of morning spilled in through the window onto her bare back. She lazily opened her brilliant green eyes, only to squint at the sudden brightness. She turned over and stretched languidly, feeling the bittersweet soreness that was inevitable after last night.
Last night.
She had lost count of how many times Gabe had pulled her under him to bury himself deep within her. She smiled to herself before jerking upright. She needed to get home before her parents realized she had never been there. More importantly was that she needed to tell them that she was staying in Reston.
She rolled off the bed using Gabe's sheet as a makeshift robe as she searched his room for her discarded clothes. She was just about to ask herself where Gabe was when she saw it. A note lay on the pillow that Gabe had previously occupied the night before. She smiled gleefully as she waltzed over to it and picked it up. Her smile faded and her body went numb as she struggled to focus on the words.
'I can't. I'm sorry.'
****
The memory of that morning flooded Sloane with a vengeance. Angry with herself, she couldn't control the bombardment of repressed emotions awakening the pain she'd forced herself to forget. Fighting back tears, she hurried down the hotel corridor, picking up her pace when she heard Gabe calling her name behind her in the distance. As Sloane approached the elevators, she heard Gabe's footsteps pounding closer behind her. She was never going to get away from him if she had to wait for it to come up. Veering left in the direction of the stairwell, she rushed through the door. She stopped with the thought that Gabe would probably assume she would go, so she ran up instead.
She made it to the second landing before the door she just entered through was violently pushed open again. She slammed her back against the wall and stopped moving completely. Holding her breath, she wasn't sure how long she stood there when she realized it was quiet. Too quiet. She should've heard Gabe's footsteps.
She cautiously peered over the railing to see where Gabe was. She watched him from above as he started to go down the steps, away from her. She released her breath in relief, only to suck it back in just as quickly. She watched in horror as he stopped his descent, looked up and locked eyes with her. The slow grin that spread across his face was all she saw before she backed away from the railing and ran up the stairs.
"Sloane. Stop!" Gabe commanded.
"Quit following me." Sloane shouted down at him. He was gaining on her fast. She cursed herself again for the umpteenth time for wearing the heels she had. Totally inappropriate when trying to escape someone.
