Chapter 22

GABRIEL

He resisted the urge to take control of the kiss, wanting to see how far she would go, enjoying this brazen side of Sarah. He ran his hands down to her thighs when she sucked on his lip before biting down on it, the sweet pain making his blood heat up. He swallowed the moan she made when he opened his mouth, giving her the access she wanted. Her tongue delved in, teasing his to dance with hers, an invitation he wasn’t going to refuse, especially when her teeth clamped down on the tip and she sucked it.

Gabe felt the groan from the base of his spine, his body shuddering at the force of his heart beating heavily, each thud reverberating into his hardened member. Sarah broke the kiss, both of them gasping for breath as she plowed her hands into his hair, tugging the unruly strands as she kissed a path to his jaw.

“Sarah…” Her name escaped him on a deep whimper when she tugged his ear with her teeth before soothing the nip with her tongue.

“Mmm…,” she hummed. “I wonder what else I can do to get ~that~ sound from you…”

He laughed softly before sucking in a sharp breath when she grazed her teeth down the column of his neck and then sucked his Adam’s apple. ~How the hell could that be such a fucking turn-on?~

She slid her hands from around his neck and slowly ran them down his chest, teasing the hard buds and eliciting another groan from him. With a satisfactory sigh, Sarah slid her hands over his abs, making them quaver and dance beneath her fingers before she lifted the hem of his T-shirt over his head. His hands found their way to cup her behind when they dropped from the confines of his T-shirt, his fingers kneading softly at the perfect way she fit into his palms. Her gaze heated his skin as it roved over his chest and down the planes of his stomach.

His stomach clenched when she ran a soft finger over the small cut on his ribs, and then she bent down and kissed the spot, and he lifted a hand to cup her head. She climbed from his lap and knelt behind him, running her hands over the skin of his back. His spine straightened at the electric shock that went through his body at the touch of her lips on the first cut at the top of his shoulder. Each time her lips touched him, sparks zapped along his nerve endings, the skin blazing with the imprint of her mouth.

“Fuck, Rah!” The words were drawn from his lips when she circled a cut with her tongue, the movement so hot, his erection strained against the fabric of his jeans. As though she could sense his need for release, she reached around him and unbuttoned his jeans, but he grabbed hold of her wrists before she could touch his zipper. With a growl, he turned around, kneeling on the tailgate till he faced her, his knees straddling her hips as he crashed his mouth against hers.

She ran her hands in his hair and pulled him closer to her, her breasts heaving against his chest, her hardened nipples piercing him to the edge of his control. She pushed him up and pulled her tank top off. He gave a strangled gasp at the sight of her beautiful creamy skin contained in her black cotton bra, the bright moonlight giving her skin an alabaster quality. He bent his head and plunged his tongue deeply between the globes, tasting the vanilla that drove him wild, especially when she arched her back, giving him more access to her sweet spot as he delved his tongue deeper into her cleavage.

She moaned loudly, her breath hitching when he ran the tip along the line of her bra, her hands clutching at his shoulders. He groaned at the feel of her nails digging into his back as he reached around her to unfasten her bra, latching onto one of her nipples as it was exposed to the night air, savoring the sound of his name as she cried out.

His hand followed the path over her stomach and slipped under the waistband of her shorts, and then hissed when he found her panties soaking wet. She arched her hips when he slipped a finger inside of her, and Gabe bit his lip hard to not explode even before he was inside of her. Sarah mewled when he withdrew his finger, and he immediately thrust it back into her, enjoying the sounds of the sighs she made each time.

“Ooh, Gabe!” she cried when he entered a second finger and he watched her flushed face as she ground against his hand, her dark gold lashes lowered over eyes that glittered like dew on the first leaves of spring.

He growled as he felt her tighten around his fingers and he leaned forward to kiss her, but she shook her head as she pushed against his chest with one hand and tried to circle his pleasuring wrist with the other.

“No, Gabe.”

With a sharp hiss, he stilled, dropping his head onto her shoulder, and drawing deep breaths to control his spinning emotions. He started to pull away when she flipped him onto his back and stood up over him, pulling her shorts and underwear down her legs before kneeling across his hips. Looking up at a naked Sarah Marshall in the moonlight was like staring at the Greek goddess, Diane.

The silver hue that surrounded her made her look ethereal, so much more out of his reach than the mortal Sarah. He had pulled the band out of her hair earlier, and the waves spilled over her shoulder, an unusual cloud of wildness in the demure Sarah, and he itched to plow his hands into her mane of freedom. But he held back, not sure what she needed from him, especially after she called a halt.

“Sarah,” he gasped in surprise when she undid his zipper and tugged his jeans down his hips, his eager member springing free from its confinement. “You said ~no~…”

She blinked away the hazy look of desire as she looked up at him, her eyes having taken in the sight of his raging erection. “Yes, I did… I mean…”

Gabe took a deep breath, the cool air blowing over his seeping tip not helping to cool his lust as he looked up at her. “Sarah, if you change your mind, it’s okay. I’ll live.”

This time she blinked up at him with a frown, his words drawing her eyes away from his jerking member. “What makes you think I changed my mind?”

“You said ~no~…,” he gritted. She smiled and then laughed, and Gabe tilted his head as he looked up at her. “I’m glad you think this is funny.”

She leaned forward, trapping his protesting body part between them as she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, making him groan and writhe beneath her. “I actually meant that”—she scooted down his thighs—“I wanted both of us”—a kiss on his tip—“to come together…”

“Fuck, Rah!” he growled, lifting her hips and positioning her on him, wanting to take it slow, but she slammed down on him and then screamed out at the connection, and he closed his eyes as he threw his head back when she lifted on him and dropped back down. She was perfect! Tight, warm, and so wet she was driving him crazy!

“Gabe!” she gasped as her pace increased, and she steadied herself by putting her hands flat on his chest. He ran his hands over her backside and up her back, then back down to her hips as he arched his back.

She moaned loudly at the depth he reached and then he felt her tighten around him, stars penetrating his vision as she dug her fingernails into his ribs, spurring on his orgasm which he tried to hold back, but she tightened even more and then arched her back as she climaxed, her screams echoing across the lake, his own following as his world went black.