The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [222]
“Easy,” he whispered against her mouth. “Damn, you’re wet. You do want me, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes…” She felt like she was falling, though her back was flat against the wall with Gabe’s hard torso pinning her in place.
“Let’s get these out of the way.” He released her leg and hooked both hands into the waistband of her panties beneath her skirt. It felt naughty and exciting and achingly sexual the way he went to one knee in front of her to strip off her underclothes. “Step out of them,” he instructed.
Like a sleepwalker, Elizabeth lifted first one foot and then the other. Her sandals were still in place, but Gabe had no problem tugging her panties off around them. She waited for him to stand, but he didn’t, and she looked down.
His face was flushed, his eyes burning hot as he kneaded the backs of her thighs. He looked at her and didn’t smile. Instead he leaned forward and kissed her through her cotton dress, making her suck in a startled, choking breath. Her hands automatically sought his head and her fingers threaded into his cool blond hair.
“Gabe?”
“You smell good,” he said, nuzzling into her. Her knees threatened to give out, but his palms moved to cuddle her naked backside, keeping her upright. “So good.”
“I…I can’t do this.” Even as she said it, her hands clenched in his hair, directing his attentions to a spot that pulsed with need. His mouth opened and his breath was incredibly hot, almost unbearable. She felt the damp press of his tongue through her clothes and she cried out.
Gabe shot to his feet in front of her and took her mouth in a voracious kiss meant to consume her. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t react, couldn’t think. She felt wild, this time lifting her leg to wrap around him without instruction. Both his hands covered her breasts, squeezing a bit roughly, but she loved it, loved him and the way he made her feel.
He started on the buttons of her dress and had them all free within seconds. The bodice opened just wide enough for him to tug it down her shoulders and beneath her breasts. The dress framed her, caught at her elbows and pinning her arms to her sides. “Gabe?” She struggled, wanting to touch him, too.
The dress pulled taut and forced her straining breasts higher. Her nipples were stiff, pointed, and with a low growl Gabe bent and sucked one deep into the heat of his mouth, his rough tongue rasping over her, his teeth holding her captive for the assault.
She screamed. Her body arched hard against his. Gabe switched to the other nipple and his hands went under her skirt, one lifting her thigh, the other cupping over her belly then delving into her moist curls. She knew she was wet, could feel the pulsing of her body. His fingers were both a relief and a torture as he moved them over her hot flesh, stroking, then parting slick, swollen folds.
She pressed her head against the wall, feeling a strange tension begin to invade her body.
“We’ll go easy,” he promised, but the words were so low, so rough, she could barely understand them. “Right here, sweetheart,” he murmured, and she felt a lightning stroke of sensation as one fingertip deliberately plied her swollen clitoris. Gasping, she tried to pull away because the sensation was too acute, but there was no place for her to go.
“Don’t fight me,” he whispered around her wet nipple, licking lazily. “Trust me, Lizzy.”
She couldn’t. The feelings were coming too fast, too strong. Her muscles ached and tightened, then tightened some more. Her vision blurred as heat washed over her in waves. She tried to tell him it was too much, but her words didn’t make any sense and he ignored them anyway, listening more to her body than what she had to say. His fingertip felt both rough and gentle as he continued to pet her, concentrating patiently on that one ultrasensitive spot, driving her insane.
Her climax took her by surprise, stealing her breath, making it impossible to do more than moan in low gasping pants,