Kissed (13 page)

“Come in.”

Gabe pushed the door open, and my heart sped; it seemed to happen every time I was near her. She was wearing the T-shirt I’d given her to sleep in, and when I looked up at her, I took my reading glasses off and tossed them on the stack of reports sitting on the desk. I lounged back in my chair, clasping my hands in my lap casually. I didn’t feel at all casual at the moment, nor had I for the majority of the day.

She seemed nervous, and she lingered at the door rather than entering.

“You can come in.”

She walked slowly toward me, looking at my computer monitor just over my shoulder. “What are you doing?” Her eyes glanced past my desk and into my bedroom where my bed was still a mess of tangled-up sheets.

“I’m working.”

“What does that entail for you?”

I considered making a snide remark about the differences in our professions. I wanted to because I was still irritated with her, but I chose instead to be honest. “A lot of research. Reviewing financials, legal records, tax filings, pretty much anything anyone can get a hold of. David may hold the majority share in his company, but it’s still publicly held, so there’s a lot of information out there. He also holds a municipal office, so there’s a long voting record history as well, city budgets, press releases, you name it.”

She nodded as she bit into her lower lip. “You’re upset with me.” Her eyes trailed away to my bedroom again.

“Why does it matter?”

She nodded again, her eyes still focusing on the bed. “Yeah, why does it?” she asked. She looked back at me, her face confusingly expressionless as she threw my question right back in my face.

I sighed. “We may have met under…unique circumstances, but that doesn’t mean I’m not human enough to appreciate the disaster you’ve gotten yourself into.”

Her eyelids fluttered as she fought to maintain eye contact with me, and they glossed over.

“What?” I continued. “You want to remind me again that I traded my right to be decent with you when I stuck my cock in you?”

She blinked, and a tear ran down her cheek. She didn’t bother trying to hide it the way she had earlier. “I still don’t understand why you care.”

I shook my head, glancing at the floor between us. “I don’t either,” I whispered.

She studied me for a moment before she finally dashed the tear away from her cheek. Her eyes shimmered beautifully. All I wanted to do was touch her. When she glanced at the door as if to leave, my guts clenched tight. It was this strange desperation that wanted to reach out to her, even though I felt tethered to my place. When she let out a frustrated sigh and walked to the door, that tether finally snapped, and I pounced, reaching the door just as she was pulling it open. I reached over her shoulder, slamming it shut and holding it shut.

“Why did you come in here?”

She turned to me, staring up at me, her eyes wide and startled. She shook her head. “I don’t—”

“Don’t do that,” I snapped at her. “Don’t shake your head as though you don’t know. You do too fucking know. Tell me.”

Her attention shifted to my chest as her eyes filled with tears again.

“You want to play make-believe again? You want me to remind you what it feels like to be a woman instead of a whore? Is that it?”

The tears on her lower lids were building, and her lips trembled as I watched.

“We were incredibly good at pretending, weren’t we? Is that what you need? You need to feel good, so you can forget for a while?”

She closed her eyes as her tears fell, and her chest started hitching and heaving as silent sobs worked through her.

“You want me to kiss it and make it feel better again, all those feelings you have bottled up inside, torturing you? Our lips sure do know how to make the world disappear, don’t they? Is that what you need from me?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

A rush of breath left me. I stared at her face, finally shutting up. And when she opened her eyes, she bit her lower lip. It was nervousness, not seductiveness, but it was damn effective.

My eyes searched the room stupidly as though there was a sign on one of these walls that would tell me what to do. I hadn’t actually thought she’d agree with my accusations. I thought I’d been right, not that she’d admit it. I breathed in deeply, trying to step away from the edge of this proverbial cliff.

I sighed and crossed my arms, tucking my hands under them as I struggled to swallow for a moment. “I’m too old for you.” My brow flinched at the sound of those words. I didn’t want to be, but I’d been struggling with it since the moment I saw the fucking Greek letters above her porch.

She was silent for a moment, staring at the ground between us. When she looked up at me her eyes were still pooled with tears, but she wasn’t crying. “You don’t feel too old.” Her voice was soft, and she looked back down to the floor.

My chest was rising and falling deeply as I watched her. I’d like to say I was deciding, or struggling to decide, what I was going to do, but the moment she’d let me off the hook for my age the decision had been made. I’d wanted her since the moment I’d last had her, and making her feel good when I suspected little in this world could was an incredible rush. I wanted to feel that rush again.

I let my forehead drop to hers. My hands trailed down her arms, meeting hers and twining our fingers together. I brought my lips closer to hers, breathing against her mouth and letting her lips tremble a sweet vibration against mine. Her breath was ragged and laced with the quietest stilted moan that caught in her throat every time she inhaled or exhaled.

When I pushed my lips against hers, she didn’t hesitate. It was a gentle, sweet kiss, and her lips smacked quietly against mine.

“Put your tongue in my mouth,” I whispered. I let my lips part, and I waited.

I felt the warmth enter me and touch my tongue, and she started exploring my mouth. I reached behind her, letting my fingers find the lock on the bedroom door. I clicked it into place, and then I closed my lips around her tongue and sucked.

When she broke away from my mouth, she reached for the waist of the navy sweatpants I was wearing. I stopped her, clasping my hands on the tops of hers. I pulled her toward the bedroom, crossing the room to the occasional chair that sat along the exterior wall of glass. I sat in the chair, and she sank to kneel on the floor at my feet. She kneeled up between my legs, reaching again for the waist of my sweatpants.

There was a desperation to her—the tremble in her fingers, the haste in touching me, the fact that she was so willing to show her desire for me right now when she usually tried so hard to hide it. Maybe she really did need to disappear from this world for a while.

I stopped her hands once more as she tried to pull my sweatpants down. “Slow down.”

I reached to her hips and pulled my T-shirt off over her head. She was braless and wearing only underwear. Her nipples were hard and erect, and when I leaned down, she arched her back and let me capture one between my lips. I sucked, lashing the hardened peak with my tongue, even as I pulled against her skin.

Her hands stroked through my hair, and she moaned. When I bit her nipple, her moan caught in her throat. I kissed my way up to her mouth, but I stopped just short, reaching for her face and cupping her cheek.

I ran my thumb along her lips. “I want to slide my cock between these.” Then I pushed my thumb between her lips, hooking it over her lower jaw and pulling down to open her mouth a little. “And I want to come here.”

She whimpered around my thumb.

When she reached for the waist of my pants again, I let her, and I watched. She pulled my pants down along my groin, and my erection sprang free. My fingers dug into the arms of the chair as she leaned down. She gripped my cock, and the moment I felt the wet warmth of her tongue as it licked around the head, I cursed. When her lips parted and slid down my erection, all I could say was her name.

“Gabe,” I grunted. I kept repeating her name over and over as she slowly sucked, moving up and down. Her lips stretched taut around my breadth, and she kept her eyes focused on mine. I watched every second of it, and within five minutes, I was panting and desperate for my release. When I came, she held still, letting me sink into her throat as my hips thrust upward. I cried out loudly, and her eyes opened wide.

She pulled back, slowly letting her lips drag along my over-sensitized skin. She took her time, and my entire body lurched and my stomach muscles seized. Her lips finally left me, and the second I saw her swallow my cum, I grabbed her neck, pushing her body back to the floor behind her and coming down on top of her.

“Keegan,” she whimpered. My hold on her neck was gentle, and my thumb traced her jawline. I pushed my free hand down between our bodies and under the waist of her panties. Her back arched, and her tits pushed hard into my chest when I sank two fingers into her pussy.

She was as wet as she’d been the first time I’d touched her weeks before, and her hips started moving, writhing against my hand. I thrust my fingers into her as she pressed her pussy hard against my palm. I descended along her body, kissing my way down. I nipped, sucked, licked every ounce of flesh I could find until I was hovering over her pussy, my fingers still embedded inside her.

She pulled her head up, looking down at me, and I slowly pulled my fingers from her as she whimpered. I stripped her underwear off her legs quickly and tossed them aside. And then I ran my palms under the backs of her thighs, up and over to grip her hips. But I didn’t lick her. I wanted to. The bedside lamp illuminated the shimmering wet cum between the lips of her pussy, and I wanted it on my tongue and covering my lips. But I just watched her as she looked down at me.

I squeezed her hips, rolling over and pulling her with me until she was on her hands and knees, straddling my face. She gasped and pushed herself upright, looking down on me from above. The lips of her sex were mere millimeters from my mouth, and I waited to see what she’d do.

She bit her lower lip, and then she pushed forward, bringing her sex to my mouth. I moaned when I felt the wetness touch my lips, and I licked it as she cried out. She mewled sweetly as her hips started to move. I could feel her muscles tensing under my palms, and as I looked up along her body, it was to see her stomach muscles curl in and then stretch again as she humped.

I licked and sucked, kissing and slurping on her clit, and her breath came out on a trembling exhalation. She gripped my forearms as her hips worked, and I watched her face. I knew she was falling apart when her stomach muscles started to twitch and she started to crumple forward. She came down, bracing her hands on the floor as she cried out loudly. She stayed that way, whimpering her way through her orgasm.

She crawled off me quickly, rolling toward the wall of windows beside us, and as she rested on her hip, she planted her hands on the floor and panted. I was panting too, and I sat up, pulling myself up behind her and planting my foot on the floor next to her. I slung my elbow over my knee, and she sank back into the crook of my arm, still breathing heavily.

She was sitting close to the window, and she reached out, touching the glass with her fingertips as she leaned forward and looked down. It was definitely vertigo inducing, and I leaned over her shoulder, taking in the view too. I kissed the top of her shoulder, and then I kissed across the back of her neck as I moved her long hair out of the way. I took my time, and her breathing eventually slowed, and her head dropped forward.

“Come to bed with me.”

She sighed. “I should get back to Jessa.”

“She’ll know where to find you.”

She inhaled deeply, but she eventually nodded. “Okay.”

I pulled her up from the floor and led her to bed. She helped me straighten the mess of bedding and then crawled in next to me. I looked down on her, and she reached up, pulling my mouth to hers. When she gently bit my lower lip, my breath caught in my throat and I moaned. The moment she released it, I kissed her. I spent the next ten minutes with my mouth on hers, and then I pulled her into my arms, and she snuggled up under my chin. This felt good. She’d not once tried to push me away. She’d not pretended she didn’t want what she so clearly did. And she felt so fucking real.

I held her until she fell asleep, and then I rose and left my bedroom. I poured a glass of water and stood at the large kitchen island as I gulped it down.

“Yo.”

I spit my mouthful of water out as Jessa walked in and scared the shit out of me.

She laughed, scooting onto the bar stool across the island from me.

“She”—Jessa cocked her thumb toward my bedroom door—“with you?”

I watched her for a moment. “Yeah. She’s sleeping.”

Jessa smirked. “You know you’re too old for her, right?”

I paused with my lips parted as I watched her. “I’ve raised that concern with her already, but objection noted.”

“I didn’t say I objected.” She smirked. “I mean she kind of acts like she’s eighty, so…you know…balance.”

I nodded.

“So, you clearly apologized for being a douche nugget earlier.”

“A what?” My face scrunched up at that one, and I shook my head in confusion. “That isn’t a thing. That doesn’t make—”

She snapped her fingers a couple times, silencing me. “You gonna roll with me, you’re gonna have to learn to keep up, old man.”

I chuckled. She was indeed quite the character.

“You two were mad at each other because of me.” Her voice was more serious now.

I sighed. “It’s not because of you.”

“You sure? Most people think I’m a bit too maladjusted to take care of myself. You wouldn’t be the first.”

I chuckled. “You’re not maladjusted. You’re just fine.”

She smiled at me almost appreciatively. “So…what’s going on with you two then?”

I smirked. “I just think she’s taking on a lot. Too much maybe.” That was the most I could say to Jessa.

She nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

She watched me for a moment, and I could tell she was contemplating saying something further.

“What is it?” I finally asked.

She glanced away for a second. “She’s depressed. She’s…” Jessa shrugged. “I don’t know. She looks fine on the outside, but she’s not the same Gabe I knew before Mom died.”