his helmet, I was positive he looked even more mouth-watering than I did. “You’re not so bad yourself.” He stared at me with such intensity, I didn’t even realize the words slipped out of my mouth, “Want to go to bed with me?”
“What did you say?”
Crap. “I, uh.”
He grinned. “Just don’t take advantage of me.”
“As if.” I giggled, clasping his hand in mine.
When we entered my bedroom, he kicked his shoes off. I couldn’t believe I had invited him into my room and my bed. My parents always made me keep my door open in the past when I’d had boys over. There was nothing holding us back. Anything could happen, if I wanted.
As I climbed back into my heavenly bed, Gabe joined me.
“I didn’t come here for this.”
“I know, but standing is still hard on my head since this headache just won’t leave.”
His palm caressed my cheek. Was he going to kiss me? I hoped so. We hadn’t fooled around since that day at his house, and I wanted to play.
“Maybe we should slow things down. I don’t want you to feel any pressure from me,” he whispered.
Slow things down? “I don’t want to.”
He groaned. “You make this difficult.”
“Good. Because you’re the first guy I’ve wanted more from.” Courage was with me as I rubbed his stomach and guided my hand lower and lower.
But then he grabbed my hand. “Paisley, I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into.”
Oh, I knew. “I’m not a baby.”
“I never said you were.”
I stared into his eyes. “I’m not as innocent as you think.”
He kissed me cheek and softly said, “You’re anything but.”
A shiver swept up my spine as I brought his lips to mine. I knew I hadn’t fooled him into believing I wasn’t a virgin, but at least he humored me.
He had one hand by my head, the other on my side, leaving my hands free again. Only this time, he wasn’t going to stop me. I was going to touch him. Sure, I could go about this the sexy way. Letting my palm glide down his chest, to his stomach, and finally to the destination I wanted, but last time he stopped me. Not again. Instead I just went for what I wanted without holding back.
His kiss froze as my fingers teased his hard length. I’d only felt a few of these before, but wow, his was much, much bigger than I’d expected.
Gabe stopped kissing me and stared into my eyes. “You make me feel fifteen again.”
“Why?”
“I’m not in control.”
What did he mean? He seemed to be in control. I tightened my grip the best I could around his shaft with his jeans on and he grunted. Had I hurt him? Gabe rested his forehead against mine, his eyes closed and his breathing rapid. Was I doing that to him?
I moved my hand a little faster, but then he stopped me. “I’m not coming in my pants.”
“Take them off.”
He shook his head. “You need your rest.”
I sighed and he rolled off of me. “Will you stay?”
“The night?”
What was the point in having my own place if my boyfriend didn’t sleep over? “Please.”
“If that’s what you want.”
“It is.” I wiggled over to my side and scooted back, letting my ass press against his erection.
His arms wrapped around me. While I felt slightly rejected, being held in his arms made it slip away. I found sleep fast.
* * *
I woke the next morning to a clinking noise coming from the kitchen. Someone was here. Then it dawned on me—Gabe. Damn, I’d slept good last night. I think that was the first full night of rest I’d gotten since moving in. Maybe he should sleep here more.
But now my curiosity was piqued. What was he looking for in the kitchen?
Tossing the covers back, I slid out of bed and padded my way toward the direction of the ruckus. I leaned against the door jam and asked, “What are you looking for?”
Gabe jumped and spun around. “Shit.”
I giggled. “Did I scare you?”
“Got a coffee pot? Instant coffee? Anything?”
I shook my head. “I’m eighteen. I don’t drink
“What did you say?”
Crap. “I, uh.”
He grinned. “Just don’t take advantage of me.”
“As if.” I giggled, clasping his hand in mine.
When we entered my bedroom, he kicked his shoes off. I couldn’t believe I had invited him into my room and my bed. My parents always made me keep my door open in the past when I’d had boys over. There was nothing holding us back. Anything could happen, if I wanted.
As I climbed back into my heavenly bed, Gabe joined me.
“I didn’t come here for this.”
“I know, but standing is still hard on my head since this headache just won’t leave.”
His palm caressed my cheek. Was he going to kiss me? I hoped so. We hadn’t fooled around since that day at his house, and I wanted to play.
“Maybe we should slow things down. I don’t want you to feel any pressure from me,” he whispered.
Slow things down? “I don’t want to.”
He groaned. “You make this difficult.”
“Good. Because you’re the first guy I’ve wanted more from.” Courage was with me as I rubbed his stomach and guided my hand lower and lower.
But then he grabbed my hand. “Paisley, I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into.”
Oh, I knew. “I’m not a baby.”
“I never said you were.”
I stared into his eyes. “I’m not as innocent as you think.”
He kissed me cheek and softly said, “You’re anything but.”
A shiver swept up my spine as I brought his lips to mine. I knew I hadn’t fooled him into believing I wasn’t a virgin, but at least he humored me.
He had one hand by my head, the other on my side, leaving my hands free again. Only this time, he wasn’t going to stop me. I was going to touch him. Sure, I could go about this the sexy way. Letting my palm glide down his chest, to his stomach, and finally to the destination I wanted, but last time he stopped me. Not again. Instead I just went for what I wanted without holding back.
His kiss froze as my fingers teased his hard length. I’d only felt a few of these before, but wow, his was much, much bigger than I’d expected.
Gabe stopped kissing me and stared into my eyes. “You make me feel fifteen again.”
“Why?”
“I’m not in control.”
What did he mean? He seemed to be in control. I tightened my grip the best I could around his shaft with his jeans on and he grunted. Had I hurt him? Gabe rested his forehead against mine, his eyes closed and his breathing rapid. Was I doing that to him?
I moved my hand a little faster, but then he stopped me. “I’m not coming in my pants.”
“Take them off.”
He shook his head. “You need your rest.”
I sighed and he rolled off of me. “Will you stay?”
“The night?”
What was the point in having my own place if my boyfriend didn’t sleep over? “Please.”
“If that’s what you want.”
“It is.” I wiggled over to my side and scooted back, letting my ass press against his erection.
His arms wrapped around me. While I felt slightly rejected, being held in his arms made it slip away. I found sleep fast.
* * *
I woke the next morning to a clinking noise coming from the kitchen. Someone was here. Then it dawned on me—Gabe. Damn, I’d slept good last night. I think that was the first full night of rest I’d gotten since moving in. Maybe he should sleep here more.
But now my curiosity was piqued. What was he looking for in the kitchen?
Tossing the covers back, I slid out of bed and padded my way toward the direction of the ruckus. I leaned against the door jam and asked, “What are you looking for?”
Gabe jumped and spun around. “Shit.”
I giggled. “Did I scare you?”
“Got a coffee pot? Instant coffee? Anything?”
I shook my head. “I’m eighteen. I don’t drink
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