incriminating?”
“Not yet…. Look, how about I fix us some coffee?” He grabbed the pot from the coffee maker and went to the bathroom to fill it with water.
The headache was growing worse, so Shylah chewed a couple of baby aspirin and plopped back onto the bed. Gabe came back out and spent a few minutes fiddling with the coffee maker. Once it was perking, he came over and lay down next to her. She would’ve shoved him away, but that seemed like too much work. She wondered if he had anything stronger than baby aspirin, or maybe housekeeping did. She turned her head to ask about this and he kissed her. Out of the blue.
Maybe he was drunk too?
He turned on his side and trapped her leg under his, kissing her more deeply. That seemed to alleviate the pain a bit, so she went with it. He teased her lips open until his tongue could slip through. The kiss intensified with his tongue deeper in her mouth and hers in his. Rough texture and sherry taste. Warm and wet. She was overwhelmed by sensations, like the barest hint of cologne lingering on his skin. It had been so long since she’d felt this closeness with anyone. The kick of desire had her clutching Gabe’s shoulders and wrapping her legs tighter around him.
Gabe pulled away from her suddenly, holding himself on his arms, so Shylah grabbed the front of his shirt and tried to pull him back. “Are you in charge of your faculties?” he asked, his eyes examining hers carefully.
“Huh?” She tugged again, but he was immobile. She wasn’t ready to break away from the feelings of comfort that came from closeness with another human being, not to mention the pleasure zinging in her nerve endings.
“Are you sober, basically?”
She assessed her mental status. “Not quite stone cold.”
“Coffee then.”
“You don’t really want coffee now, do you?”
“Nope, but we need coffee.”
Shylah managed to disentangle herself from him, scolding herself for being so easy. He was right. They should have coffee.
“Here you go.” He handed her a mug.
“Thanks.” She sipped. It was terrible. “You made it too strong.”
“The stronger the better to sober you up with.”
“What if I want to have sex with you?”
He sat in the chair next to the bed and grinned. “Hey, I’m not saying no. Want to watch some TV?”
“No.” She drank more of the coffee, staring at Gabe’s profile. He had a strong jawline and thick lashes. Nope, it didn’t matter how much coffee she drank. She wanted him. She sat her mug on the nightstand. “I think you should kiss me some more.”
He turned, gave her this dark, sexy gaze. “Okay.” Setting his coffee down, he un-tucked his shirt then knelt on the bed. Shylah gazed at his crotch, encased in nice, tight jeans, and bit her lip. Suddenly Gabe grinned and lunged. Then he was kissing her again. Tongue and teeth and lips. Chin, forehead, earlobes. He centered himself over her body and rested some of his weight on her. She widened her legs so that his thighs could rest between them.
Bracing himself on one elbow, he cupped her breast through her shirt, then he brushed that out of the way so he could feel her bra. Then he slipped his fingers under her bra, gliding them over her taut nipple. And finally, he removed all of the fabric with a quick tug over her head, so he could suck her nipples deep into his mouth, nearly raising her off the bed as she bent back in pleasure.
“Wow,” he said, as he tugged on the nipple gently. Shylah was flushed all over as he went for her other breast. After suckling her for so long that she felt lost in a dream, he leaned back enough so he could take his shirt off. They were on top of the paisley comforter, as if moving under the covers would make it too definite, too real. He pressed his warm chest, lightly dusted with hair, against her breasts and he gave her all of his weight as he went back to kissing her. There was no mistaking his arousal as he rocked his hips against her.
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“Not yet…. Look, how about I fix us some coffee?” He grabbed the pot from the coffee maker and went to the bathroom to fill it with water.
The headache was growing worse, so Shylah chewed a couple of baby aspirin and plopped back onto the bed. Gabe came back out and spent a few minutes fiddling with the coffee maker. Once it was perking, he came over and lay down next to her. She would’ve shoved him away, but that seemed like too much work. She wondered if he had anything stronger than baby aspirin, or maybe housekeeping did. She turned her head to ask about this and he kissed her. Out of the blue.
Maybe he was drunk too?
He turned on his side and trapped her leg under his, kissing her more deeply. That seemed to alleviate the pain a bit, so she went with it. He teased her lips open until his tongue could slip through. The kiss intensified with his tongue deeper in her mouth and hers in his. Rough texture and sherry taste. Warm and wet. She was overwhelmed by sensations, like the barest hint of cologne lingering on his skin. It had been so long since she’d felt this closeness with anyone. The kick of desire had her clutching Gabe’s shoulders and wrapping her legs tighter around him.
Gabe pulled away from her suddenly, holding himself on his arms, so Shylah grabbed the front of his shirt and tried to pull him back. “Are you in charge of your faculties?” he asked, his eyes examining hers carefully.
“Huh?” She tugged again, but he was immobile. She wasn’t ready to break away from the feelings of comfort that came from closeness with another human being, not to mention the pleasure zinging in her nerve endings.
“Are you sober, basically?”
She assessed her mental status. “Not quite stone cold.”
“Coffee then.”
“You don’t really want coffee now, do you?”
“Nope, but we need coffee.”
Shylah managed to disentangle herself from him, scolding herself for being so easy. He was right. They should have coffee.
“Here you go.” He handed her a mug.
“Thanks.” She sipped. It was terrible. “You made it too strong.”
“The stronger the better to sober you up with.”
“What if I want to have sex with you?”
He sat in the chair next to the bed and grinned. “Hey, I’m not saying no. Want to watch some TV?”
“No.” She drank more of the coffee, staring at Gabe’s profile. He had a strong jawline and thick lashes. Nope, it didn’t matter how much coffee she drank. She wanted him. She sat her mug on the nightstand. “I think you should kiss me some more.”
He turned, gave her this dark, sexy gaze. “Okay.” Setting his coffee down, he un-tucked his shirt then knelt on the bed. Shylah gazed at his crotch, encased in nice, tight jeans, and bit her lip. Suddenly Gabe grinned and lunged. Then he was kissing her again. Tongue and teeth and lips. Chin, forehead, earlobes. He centered himself over her body and rested some of his weight on her. She widened her legs so that his thighs could rest between them.
Bracing himself on one elbow, he cupped her breast through her shirt, then he brushed that out of the way so he could feel her bra. Then he slipped his fingers under her bra, gliding them over her taut nipple. And finally, he removed all of the fabric with a quick tug over her head, so he could suck her nipples deep into his mouth, nearly raising her off the bed as she bent back in pleasure.
“Wow,” he said, as he tugged on the nipple gently. Shylah was flushed all over as he went for her other breast. After suckling her for so long that she felt lost in a dream, he leaned back enough so he could take his shirt off. They were on top of the paisley comforter, as if moving under the covers would make it too definite, too real. He pressed his warm chest, lightly dusted with hair, against her breasts and he gave her all of his weight as he went back to kissing her. There was no mistaking his arousal as he rocked his hips against her.
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