Obsession (21 page)

It did make a twisted kind of sense, but she wasn’t happy about it. “Insuring me on all your cars would cost a fortune. Pick one and I’ll pay whatever the extra costs on the premium.”

“Are you going to make me fight you on every step of this?” He demanded and she slumped.

“If that’s what it takes. Relationships are about equality Gabriel.”

“There is no way to force equality between our financial statuses.” He pointed out. “I’m trying to compromise here. I want to buy you a car. It’s killing me to be reduced to letting you drive one of mine, just because you’re stubborn.”

“That’s your compromise?” It was so ridiculous she almost laughed. “Insuring me indefinitely on a vehicle that costs more than I earn in ten years is the closest we can get to equality?”

“We don’t have another option.” He said flatly. “I’m not backing down on this one, Kitten. If we’re going to be together, we need to be on an equal footing when it comes to living standards. Part of that is the car.”

“Fine, but
this is the only place in my life you’re going to go sticking your money bags in.” She relented slightly, knowing he was making a valid point. “I’ve only been your girlfriend for a month.”

“It’s been longer than that.” He disagreed and she sighed.

“I don’t consider being doused in coffee an official start to a relationship.” She said grumpily and he finally snickered with amusement.

“Fair enough.”
She heard clinking and realised he was pouring a drink.

“Promise me you’ll eat something.” She said eventually, plating up her salad. “It’s not healthy to go without.”

“I’ll make a sandwich.” He conceded. “I’ll do it now. We can eat together.”

“Over the phone?”
She chuckled. “That’s a bit sad isn’t it?”

“No. It’s love.” He was joking
, but it still froze her into silence. “What are you wearing?” He asked, oblivious to her turmoil. “Is it something sexy that you bought today?”

“No.” She tore her gaze from the phone and
focused on her plate. “Just jeans and a hoodie. Nothing special.” She didn’t ask the obvious question.

“Don’t you want to know what I’m wearing?” His tone was full of wickedness and she grinned.

“I think I can restrain myself from begging for that piece of knowledge.” She replied drily.

“Ouch!” He pretended her scorn had wounded him and she sniggered.

“Gabriel, are you wearing my underwear again? You know I told you off last time. You’ll stretch it all out of shape...”

He gasped. “You...! You...! That’s it. I’m coming to get you.”

“Don’t you dare!” She burst out laughing. “I’ll lock the doors and refuse to come down. My neighbours will call the Police.”

“I’ll serenade you from the street.” He warned. “Your neighbours will think
it’s romantic and call you out for shame.”

She couldn’t help herself. “I think you vastly overestimate your charm.”

“Kitten!” He growled playfully. “What’s gotten into you tonight?”

“Not you, clearly.”

There was a silence and then he howled with laughter. “I like this new playful you.” He conceded when he managed to catch enough breath to speak.

“Yeah?
Perhaps you should let me come here more often.” She teased, not really meaning it.

“I’d rather fuck meek kitten than be mocked by playful kitten.” He
replied bluntly and it was her turn to laugh.

“Didn’t anyone tell you that variety is the spice of l
ife?” She giggled.

“I guess playful kitten kinda turns me on too.” He admitted mischievously.

“Let’s face it, any kind of kitten turns you on.” She shook her head ruefully. “Doesn’t seem to matter what mood I wake up in, I always end up getting laid one way or another.”

“Are you complaining?”

“No. But we might want to think about cooling it slightly.” She was still aching from New Years Eve. “You’re going to land me at the doctors. I haven’t had this much sex in...well...ever.”

“I’ll put cranberry juice on the shopping list. Suck it up
, Kitten. I can’t leave you alone.”

“Really?
I hadn’t noticed.” There was muttering and she grinned. “Gabriel, are you actually counting to ten?”

“I am this close to getting in my car and coming down there.” He growled.

“Sweetie, I can’t see your fingers. How close is this close?” She screwed her face up, waiting for him to explode.

“I can’t decide if I should hang up and go jerk one out
, or just start ignoring you.” He said eventually.

“Jerk one out?
In the kitchen? Isn’t that unsanitary?”

“You’re going to pay for this when you get home.”
He warned softly and the hairs on the back of her neck rose.

“Maybe I’ll extend my stay down here.” She replied sweetly. “I’m kind of attached to my backside. I don’t need it reaming again.”

“I love your backside.” He took a sip of whatever he was drinking. “You make the most amazing noises when I fuck it.”

Her skin instantly flashed hot and she choked on a forkful of lettuce. “You’re a crude bastard, Gabriel Hallow.” Her eyes were watering as she tried to clear the food that had gone down the wrong way and she could sense him smirking.

“It’s one of the things you love about me.” He practically purred. “You can’t lie to me. I’ve had my fingers inside you while I told you what I wanted to do to you, and I know you get wet when I tell you what’s on my mind.”

Well damn if that didn’t steal away her appetite. “I’m sure the novelty will wear off.” She sounded a lot calmer than she felt.

“I don’t know kitten...you get
really
wet.”

“
Eww. Eating here.” She reminded him, rolling her eyes.

“Do you know what you taste like kitten?”

“I’m sure you’re going to enlighten me.” She said sarcastically, forcing another forkful of salad down her throat.

“I don’t think it can be described
, Kitten. Maybe next time we’re in the play room I’ll fuck you first and then let you suck my cock.” Instant lust flooded her and desire coiled low and slithering in her belly. Bastard. Two could play this game.

“But then it’ll be mixed with the taste of you.” She
responded reasonably, grinning. “Doesn’t matter how carefully I lick every inch of you, however thoroughly I tongue every slit and groove, I’m never going to taste just me.”

“Are you really going to play this game with me?” He demanded and she shrugged.

“You started it.”

“And I’m going to win it. You can’t bring yourself to say the naughty words. That’s kind of a massive disadvantage.”

“Cock.” She enunciated clearly. “Balls. Fuck. Anal. Cum. Clitoris. Pussy. I can say the words, Gabriel.”

“Just not to my face?”
He actually sounded shocked.

“It’s never been about the words.” She didn’t know how to explain it.

“You mean it’s an issue of not being able to ask for what you need?” He clarified and she nodded, realising he was right.

“Something
like that.” Her lips twisted in a smile. “And being made to beg for things I definitely don’t want.”

“Oh
Kitten...” He swallowed. “You have no idea how fucking hot those words were coming out of your mouth.”

“Which words?” She gave up on her food and smiled sweetly at the phone. “You mean the time I begged you to fuck me up the arse.
Hard. Those words?”

“Damn girl...” His breathing was going ragged. “You’re on fire tonight.”

In for a penny, in for a pound... “Yeah, I am getting a little hot and bothered. Maybe I’ll go renew my friendship with my vibrator.” She teased. “He must be missing me since I met you. Poor little abandoned sex toy. It’s been weeks since I rubbed him all over me and pushed him inside me.”

“You’d hang up on me for a
sex toy
?!” He sounded outraged and she roared with laughter, collapsing on the worktop as she creased up.

“I never said I’d hang up.” She giggled helplessly. “Maybe I’ll make you listen.”

“I’m coming now.”

“Oh Gabriel, I didn’t know you had a problem with premature ejaculation.” She was on a roll. “Oh! You meant coming
here
. But sweetie, I’ll be finished and asleep by the time you arrive. It’s kind of a long way.”

There was a growl and then a smash as he threw something in frustration. “Go to your room.
Now.” He snapped.

“What am I? Five?”

“Go to your fucking room and pull your jeans down.”

“There’s no-one here to spank me
, Gabriel. I’m beyond the long arm of the law.”

“GO TO YOUR FUCKING ROOM!” He roared.

“I don’t have a designated fucking room.” She said sweetly. “I think when I get back I’m going to enrol you in anger management classes. This can’t be good for your blood pressure.”

When he spoke again, it was with the voice of the beast...quiet, silky and predatorial. “Kitten, if you don’t go to your room and do as I say right now, I’m going to come down there and kick the fucking door down. God help you if I do that
, because I’m going to fuck every orifice you have as hard as I can. I will destroy you.”

She seriously considered telling him how
much she hated the word orifice. She even considered grumbling about the fact that he hadn’t started by counting to three, but she sensed they’d gone well past joking now. “Fine, I’m going.” Leaving her half eaten salad, she made her way upstairs to her bedroom.

“Are you there?” He demanded and she set the phone down on the bedside table.

“I’m here.”

“Are your jeans off?”

“I’m not superwoman Gabriel.” She said drily. “Give me a few minutes.”

“I fucking hate that we’re not in the play room right now.” He groused. She wasn’t. She was pretty sure she’d be lining up for another spanking right
about now if they were in the play room. Her impertinence clearly brought out the worst in him. She kicked her jeans to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed.

“They’re off.”

“Get on the bed and spread your legs. I want you to touch yourself, tell me if you’re wet.”

“Really?”
She blinked at the phone. “Is this phone sex?”

“Yes kitten.” He growled. “This is phone sex. Stop asking
questions, or it’ll become real sex in the time it takes me to drive down there.”

“Fine, whatever.”
She made herself comfortable and reached into her briefs.

“Are you wet?” He purred and she swallowed.

“Yes.” Her cheeks began a slow burn with shame. This felt so weird.

“Good. Finger yourself.
Two fingers. Put them inside you.” She did as he ordered and her eyes fluttered closed. God it felt good to do something so gentle after all the raw power of Gabriel. Her hands felt small compared to his and she knew all the right spots to hit. “Are you doing it, Kitten?”

“Yes.” She whispered.

“What does it feel like?”

“Good.
Really good.”

His voice seemed to echo as he walked into
his bathroom. “I’ve got my cock out, Kitten. I’m hard. So hard.” His breathing was ragged. “I’ve got my hand around it and I’m jacking off, but all I can see in my head is those sweet lips of yours closing round the tip. You’ve got a glorious mouth, do you know that? It’s so hot, and that tongue...” He made an inarticulate noise. She could picture him standing there, shirtless, the angel wings rippling as his hand fisted about his cock. It was a really hot image and her breath started to come fast. “Pull your fingers out and run them through your petals, Kitten. Imagine it’s my tongue.”

“Gabriel...” Her back arched.

“I know, Kitten. I know. Imagine me tasting you, teasing you...flickering over your clit...up and down.” Her fingers followed the path of his words like an unspoken dance and she gasped as they brushed over her clit. She was so turned on it wouldn’t take her long to come. “That’s it, Kitten...” He groaned. “God I wish you were here right now. I
burn
for you. Just the thought of having your mouth around my cock drives me wild. And your face when I fuck you...” He hissed through his teeth. “You’re like a fucking fallen angel.” She imagined having him in her mouth, silk on steel and all Gabriel. She hadn’t thought she’d ever enjoy giving head, but when it came to him she was learning all sorts of things about herself. “Kitten, are you with me?”

“Yes.” She cried out, writhing on the sheets.

“Are you close?”

“Soon.”
She swallowed thickly and he made a fiercely joyful sound.

“Use your other hand too.
Put fingers inside you while you play with your clit.” She did as instructed and after a few thrusts she was on the edge.

“I’m there
, Gabriel.” She whispered and she could picture the grin on his face.