The Grumpy Roommate Gamble (Heroes of Huckleberry Creek #1)

13. Gabe

THIRTEEN

GABE

“Come upstairs with me, Gabriel. Please.”

I couldn’t have said no in that moment if the fate of the world depended upon it. Not with the way Felicity was looking at me as if I’d managed to right some enormous wrong in her world. Maybe I had, in a small way. Though I hadn’t done it with this in mind. We hadn’t crossed any lines when I’d set this plan in motion. I’d only wanted to erase some of the pain in her eyes.

We’d be crossing more lines now, and damned if I could come up with a single reason not to go when she gently tugged me toward the stairs again. I trailed her quietly to the second floor, letting her set the pace, the tone. She was running this show. I’d take no more than she wanted to offer.

She bypassed her room and led me straight into mine. I realized in an instant that she’d been in here already. That she’d already had these plans well before I’d gotten home. Candles and flowers were scattered around the room, and the bed was neatly turned down. She’d set the scene for me. For us. There was even a fresh box of condoms on the bedside table.

She really did want this. Wanted me .

I’d make sure she didn’t regret that choice.

She moved around the room, setting the lighter to each wick until the room was bathed in a flickering golden glow. “I had intended to ply you with dinner and wine first, but they’ll keep until later.”

If I had my way, it would be much, much later, because the only thing I wanted to feast on was her. I held out a hand for hers. “Felicity.”

Her fingers settled in mine, and I tugged her into me, relishing how her arms rose to my shoulders and those soft curves pressed against me. I intended to explore each and every inch that I’d caught only glimpses of that first night I’d found her in my house. Just the memory of her in that skimpy towel had my dick going hard as stone.

Her hand flexed on my shoulder. “Oh, I forgot the music.”

“Don’t need it. The sounds you’ll make will be more than music enough.”

Color leapt into her cheeks, but she didn’t pull away or try to hide from me. I skimmed my lips across her temple, along the shell of her ear. Her head fell back with a sigh of utter surrender that fired my blood, and I continued my exploration down her throat.

“I was supposed to be thanking you.” But her voice had already gone languid and dreamy.

“I get to touch you, taste you. That’s the biggest gift you could possibly give me.” I nudged the light sweater she wore from her shoulders. “I appreciate the cardigan and tank combos you started wearing again.”

“You did say you liked them.”

“Mmm.” I nudged one strap of the tank down, trailing kisses over each new inch of exposed skin. Gooseflesh rippled in my wake, and her nipples puckered so hard, I could feel them even through the built-in bra cups of the shirt. “Let’s just get this out of the way.”

I worked the tank up and off. Then I offered a reverent curse as I cradled those full, heavy mounds in my hands. “I love your breasts.”

“They’re pretty fond of your hands and mouth, as it happens.”

I grinned. “Just wait until I get them on the rest of you.”

Her eyes darkened. “I mean, I’ve been waiting.”

“In a hurry, gorgeous?”

“After what amounts to two weeks of foreplay? Yes.”

Revising my plan, I reached for the waistband of her pants and began inching them down over the flare of her hips. “Who am I to keep a lady waiting?”

Ever cooperative, she helped me out, stripping out of her pants and underwear faster than I’d have managed it. There was a little hangup with her shoes, but I took care of those. And then she stood bare before me, an absolute goddess.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

Every generous curve called my name, every dip and valley begging to be explored.

“Turnabout is fair play, Gabriel.” Then she was tugging my shirt up and off, and her hands splayed across my bare chest.

Those hands on my skin were a serious distraction. I closed my eyes, absorbing the sensation of the warmth of her skin against mine. But when her fingers began to work at my belt, I snapped out of the haze and gripped her wrists.

“No, ma’am. Ladies first.”

Her pretty little pout turned to surprise as I slid my hands behind her thighs and lifted, tossing her back onto my bed. The candlelight gilded all that creamy skin like some rich, sinful dessert. Intent on having my fill, I sank to my knees, lifting each of her legs over my shoulders. I could smell her arousal, and my mouth watered. Lifting my gaze from the thatch of black curls between her thighs, I saw an answering hunger in her eyes, magnified by the glasses she still wore, which just made her look like Aphrodite playing librarian.

“You good with dessert first?”

Those eyes sparked. “Life’s too short to live any other way.”

Grinning again, I parted her folds and feasted. She was so deliciously responsive, her hands diving into my hair, those thick, powerful thighs clamping around my head. I didn’t want to be anywhere else but right here, lapping up every drop of her pleasure, every whimper and cry. When she shuddered over the edge, gasping my name, I felt like a god.

Her glasses had gone askew. She straightened them as I pulled away and began unbuckling my belt. I liked that she watched me while I stripped. Liked, too, how her eyes went molten at the sight of my cock straining toward her like some kind of dowsing rod.

I gave myself a stroke. “Do you have any idea how many cold showers I’ve taken since you’ve moved in?”

“As many nights as I’ve employed my battery-assisted boyfriend?” Her tone was guileless and innocent, a stark contrast to the image she’d just planted in my head.

“I’ve been thinking about this from the moment I found you in my hallway.”

“So have I.” She rolled away to grab a condom from the box, then beckoned me to join her on the bed.

If the lady wanted to do the honors, who was I to deny her? But I had to grit my teeth as her hands wrapped around me, rolling the condom down.

“Get comfortable,” I ordered.

She set her glasses on the nightstand and scooted back on the bed, up to the pillows. I prowled after her, crawling up the length of her body to settle over her. I loved how her thighs automatically parted to welcome me. Her center still glistened from my mouth. Bracing myself above her, I stroked the tip of my cock through that wetness.

Felicity’s eyes drifted to half mast, and she spread her legs wider in invitation. I fought the urge to simply plunge. I had no idea how long it had been for her, and I didn’t want to hurt her. So I teased her over and over, spreading her wetness until I slipped the first bare inch inside her. She was hot and tight and perfect.

“Okay?”

Her hands framed my face. “I won’t break. More.” To settle the matter, she wrapped her legs around me, arching up to pull me deeper.

With another reverent curse, I took her mouth and began to move in little, shallow thrusts, sinking slowly deeper as her body adjusted to welcome mine. When I was fully seated, I held there, rising up enough to look into her face.

Her hair was a tangle of curls around her shoulders, and she looked absolutely perfect against my pillow, lips swollen from mine, cheeks flushed. In the moment, I could be honest with myself. This was exactly what I’d imagined on my deployment. When everybody had been talking about what they’d do if we survived.

I had survived, and here I was, buried inside her. The luckiest son of a bitch on the planet. I had no idea what I’d done to deserve someone like her, and I was so damned grateful to be here.

“You’re fucking perfect. You know that?”

“We feel pretty perfect together.” She kissed me again, lifting her hips and urging me into motion.

We’d lost the leading edge of urgency, falling instead into a slow, savoring rhythm. I paid attention to each and every sound and shift she made, adjusting my movements accordingly to draw out this encounter as long as possible. Skin slicked and muscles ached, but I didn’t stop the slow rise and fall. Only when her head bowed back against the pillow and she gasped, “I’m close. I’m so close,” did I change the angle of my thrusts so the base of my dick would stroke against her clit. Her moans grew deeper, her body tightening around mine.

“Gabriel. I need more. Deeper.”

Shifting, I lifted one of her knees higher, pressing it back toward her chest, then I drove into her again. She cried out in ecstasy, so I did it again and again, until the headboard began to thump against the wall and those glorious tits bounced. The sight of those breasts was going to do me in. I could feel lightning gathering at the base of my spine.

“Come on, sweet girl. Come for me. Let me feel you come apart around me.”

She erupted, her body fisting around mine hard enough to yank me over the precipice, until I was blind and deaf to everything but her.