Gun Games - Faye Kellerman [94]
“I can’t bear the thought of never seeing you again.” She broke into a fresh batch of tears. “I will never, ever love anyone as much as I love you.”
“And I will never love anyone as much as I love you.” Gabe felt heaviness in his heart. Whenever they were together, he was elated. The moment she left, a black depression crowded his soul. The last year had been one of unbearable loneliness. His attachments had fallen away one by one by one. Yasmine had been the only bright spot in his dismal life. Eventually her parents would find out about them, and she’d be ripped from him. He tried not to think about it, hoping to steal as much time together as they could before he was set adrift in a sea of desolation.
Yasmine lifted the sleeve of his T-shirt. She touched the blue art and then kissed his arm. “Don’t you have to be eighteen to be tattooed?”
“You ever see those places?” Gabe laughed. “They asked me if I was eighteen and I said yes. That was that.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Not as much as psychic pain.” He lifted her face and brought her lips to his. “I don’t want to get you in trouble. Go fix up your makeup and get outta here.”
She hugged his arm. “You know I don’t want to go now.”
She lay down on the couch and pulled him on top. Within moments they were kissing passionately. He became dizzy with lust. “I think you’d better go or something’s gonna happen.”
Yasmine took his face in her hands. “You did something special for me. I want to do something special for you.”
“You already have just by being you.”
“It’s not enough.” She stared into his emerald eyes. “I want to do it, Gabriel.”
His heart skipped a beat. He said, “You know it isn’t quid pro quo. I got the tats ’cause I wanted to get the tats. Not to get something from you.”
“I know that.” She kissed the tip of his nose. “Which is why I want to give myself to you.”
He swallowed dryly. “When?”
“Now.”
“Now?” Gabe sat up and pulled her next to him. “I thought you had to go.”
She sighed. “We both know that my parents are gonna find out. We’ve got right now. We may not have tomorrow.”
“I . . .” He was nervous. “I just don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.”
“It’s my decision, and I won’t regret it. And even if I do, who hasn’t done something they regretted?” She put her arms behind his neck. “Help me up.”
He pulled her up until they were both standing. He was already hard.
“Help me undo my dress.”
He moved in back of her and unzipped her dress, revealing her soft, bronze sculpted shoulders. He loved her shoulders. He could have kissed them for hours. She stepped out of her dress, and he unhooked her bra. He reached around and felt her small, defined breasts and a shiver went through his body.
She turned around and, now half nude wearing black panty hose and heels, boldly stared at him. As he lifted her up, she threw her legs around his waist. He took her into the bedroom, laid her atop the mattress, and then pulled off her shoes, stockings, and panties. Drinking in her nakedness, enthralled by every square inch of her being.
He quickly stripped and lay atop her, propping himself up on his elbows, his dick just millimeters away from the spot.
“Are you sure?” he whispered.
“Positive.” Again, she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Do it.”
He closed his eyes, losing himself in elation as he entered another universe. Her flesh around him—warm, wet, tight. He tried to hold the moment, to savor and relish it, but it kept slipping away, faster and faster and faster, until he knew it was over all too soon. With untold willpower, he forced himself to pull out and climaxed on her stomach, her blood mixed with his seed. It was only then that he could focus on her, witnessing the anguish on her tearless face.
He got up and washed himself off and brought back a warm washcloth, wiping the evidence away. Afterward, he tugged the bedcovers over both of them and took her into his arms. She remained rigid, unyielding to his touch.
He was nervous. He didn’t want her to hate him. “You okay?”
She shrugged. A tear fell down her