Scandal Never Sleeps (7 page)

“Foreplay.” Freaking hell. He was so ready to go, he’d forgotten about that. Women liked foreplay. It tended to be necessary for them.

She shook her head. “The kissing was foreplay. We’re totally good.”

I wish.
He had to slow down. He wasn’t exactly a small guy. She needed to be ready to take all of him.

Gabe drew in a deep breath. “Need you aroused. It’s okay. Give me a minute.”

“Gabriel, I am more aroused than I have ever been in my life. I’m a little worried about what kind of stain I’m going to leave for the staff on their pretty white linens. So really, can we get this train moving?”

He gripped her ankles and slid her down the bed, spreading her legs wider in the process. His cock twitched when he saw that she was right. Her pussy was wet. Juicy. He could see its slick gloss from above, even in the shadows. A little kissing, some groping, and she was ready to go. He’d never had a woman respond to him so readily. “Tell me again.”

“I’m ready,” she vowed. “I am
really
ready.”

“No, tell me this isn’t normal for you,” he corrected. It was stupid.
She was right there, able and willing to give him the pleasure he sought—but he craved more. He needed to know that tonight was special for her. “Tell me you want me and not just sex.”

She gave him a sheepish smile. “This isn’t at all normal. I guess I’ve gone a little crazy tonight, but I don’t do one-night stands. I can count the men I’ve had sex with on one hand and I wouldn’t need all my fingers. And I’ve never, never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now. Gabriel, I don’t need foreplay, just you.”

Hallelujah.
He needed her, too.

Gabe fumbled for his wallet, looking for the one condom he kept in case of emergency sex. He hadn’t needed it lately. The sucker had sat there for months while he dealt with everything that had gone wrong in his world. Now something was finally going right.

He tore the little foil wrapper open and managed to roll it over his dick with shaking hands. He didn’t need to stroke himself to get hard. He was a fucking rock, as though every available ounce of blood in his body had rushed south and stayed.

Once the condom was secure, Gabe was all over her. He gave Eve his weight, climbing on top of her while parting her legs wider. He pinned her wrists above her head, leaving her open and vulnerable, spread beneath him, a feast for his every sense.

As he buried his face in her neck and inhaled her scent, he crushed her breasts against his chest. “Wrap your legs around me.”

His command sounded gruff and thick, but Eve complied, her legs winding around his waist, opening herself fully to him. Gabe groaned.
Hell, yes.
He didn’t need to work to align their bodies. He rubbed his cock against her soft opening. It knew right where it wanted to be, locking in on her pussy like she had a homing beacon.

He plunged his hands into her hair again, nipping at her lobe, inhaling her skin, savoring that moment before he sank to the hilt and fucked her breathless.

“Please, Gabriel. Oh, please,” she whimpered against his skin. “Don’t make me wait. I’ve never felt like this.”

He was fairly certain he never had, either. He’d had so much sex since his first tangle between the sheets at fourteen. The last few years, most of it had been become dull, nothing more than another bodily function. But this felt like something more—something electric, inexplicable. Really damn perfect. He wanted to make the sharp, agonizing moment before he plunged into her last. He needed to enjoy the sizzle burning his skin and feel her slowly set him ablaze. But Eve pressed kisses up his neck and jaw, arching underneath him, silently begging.

Fuck waiting.

Gabe pressed in, forcing her to take his full length in one thrust. She cried out, her nails digging into his back. The pain mixed with the pleasure of her snug heat and shot down his spine. He hissed out and tried to shove in even deeper, but her pussy was so tight. He withdrew slightly. She was so wet and ready, the friction felt perfect. Mind blowing. Damn, he couldn’t remember any woman who had ever responded so quickly and completely to his touch. He knew he’d never had one give herself so honestly.

Their bodies were like one. Eve enveloped him in a grip so tight and hot. And he loved every second of their closeness.

He crushed her to the mattress while he thrust back in, so deep, every inch a pure, toe-curling pleasure. So good. No, fucking amazing. Every time he pushed into her, he swore it couldn’t get better . . . and then it did. His heart raced. His blood sang. Tingles erupted. Hell, his head swam with euphoria. He couldn’t last. She was too hot, too perfect. The sensory overload was too damn much.

He settled into a hard rhythm, pushing them both to the brink. The bed squeaked. The duvet abraded his knees. Gabe didn’t care.

Instead, he focused on Eve, angling up until he found that spot that made her gasp and call out his name. Her pussy clenched, nearly strangling his dick with exquisite pressure, and he couldn’t hold back a second more. As she moaned out an incoherent cry, he felt her flutter and grip him as she came in his arms. That was it. He was done for. With a primal shout, he let go.

The orgasm shook him, seemingly endless. With a long groan, he thrust in relentlessly, soaring with a dizzying pleasure. Sweating, he pulled back as sensation raked him to new heights.

Gabe repeated the motion until the ecstasy seized his muscles. Pleasure exploded again. He let out a shocked, hoarse cry, until he couldn’t even gasp for another breath. Until he felt dizzy and replete. Until he had nothing left to give.

Finally, he fell on top of her, spent—for the moment.

A peace settled over him, and he rested his head on her breast. He listened to her heart beat in a rapid, measured rhythm.

In that moment, Gabe didn’t think he’d ever get tired of this . . . of her.

They were only supposed to have this night. He’d picked a hotel instead of his penthouse because he’d wanted to have her, then leave as soon as he’d finished. But he knew in that instant he wouldn’t. Couldn’t. He needed more. Even as he lay on top of her, still tucked inside her and panting, the thought of having her again made his cock begin to swell once again.

“Stay the night with me.” He lifted his head to look down at her.

A languid smile spread across her face. “All right, but I think you said something about food.”

“Well, I always try to take care of a lady.” He leaned down and kissed her.

He’d bought a few more hours with her, maybe even the whole night.

Gabe intended to make it count.

E
verly came awake slowly, not wanting to leave the sweet dream she’d found herself in. She was safe and perfectly happy. With Gabriel’s arms wrapped around her middle, the heat of his body warmed her. She smiled in contentment.

And then she felt a hand on her breast. Her grin became a moan. “Tell me it’s not morning yet.”

He moved in closer, his lips caressing her neck. “It’s still early. The sun’s not quite up. I don’t have to be anywhere for hours. How about you?”

“Not for a while.” She still needed time to process Mad’s death, the turn of her life, her future . . . But she didn’t have to do it today.

Gabe rolled her over and his mouth caught hers. “Good. Then we have time. I already called for coffee. It should be here in twenty minutes or so. We can take a shower. Then I’ll call in for some breakfast. I find myself very hungry.”

He’d been hungry all night. Gabriel had taken her over and over the night before. After the first time he’d made love to her, he’d called down to the concierge and ordered a bottle of champagne, dinner for
two, and a box of extra large condoms. She’d blushed at the idea that some random bellboy was bringing up birth control, but Gabriel hadn’t blinked an eye. He’d tipped the young man, sent him on his way, and then he’d done his damnedest to go through the entire box.

She’d finally fallen into an exhausted sleep sometime after three in the morning. He’d wrung so much satisfaction from her body, Everly hadn’t been able to imagine wanting more.

A few hours of sleep had cured her of that. He’d barely started kissing her and her whole body was hot, alive, buzzing. Sex with Gabriel was like nothing she’d had before. Despite the fact that she didn’t know much about him, she felt a connection she couldn’t deny. Everly loved the way it felt to be underneath him. When he was on top of her, she felt oddly safe and protected, as though he was sheltering her with his big body.

It sounded silly and naive, but when they were together, she felt as if she belonged with him.

He sucked her bottom lip between his as he made a place for himself between her legs. She could already feel his hard cock against her and couldn’t help but wince. It had been a long time since she’d had sex—until last night when she’d had a whole lot of it. Everly also couldn’t deny that Gabriel was a bit better endowed than her previous lovers. Make that a whole lot better.

His head snapped up. He frowned. “You okay?”

She didn’t want to say anything that would make him stop. She only wanted to be close to him, and that was worth a little discomfort. “I’m fine.”

In the early morning light, she could see the way his five-o’clock shadow had filled in. The hair on his face matched his head, all golds and shimmering browns. She liked the way the stubble felt as it gently scraped her skin.

“You’re sore,” he said with a self-satisfied grin. “We had so much sex last night that you’re tender.”

She blushed again. “That’s not something to be proud of.”

“Oh, I totally disagree,” he shot back with a chuckle. “It means I did the job well. But I think I can make this right.”

“Gabriel, I’m fine.” He’d made it right about six times the night before. She was willing to give him whatever he wanted.

He started shimmying down her body, sliding against her in a slow grind. Every inch he eased down, he suckled and laved her skin. He laid sweet kisses against her neck and chest and nipped playfully at her breasts. After the initial hot passion of their first lovemaking, Gabriel had turned out to be a chameleon. Sometimes he liked to play and take his time, touching and kissing every part of her. Other times, he would roll her over and she would find herself penetrated and calling his name within seconds. He kept her off balance and always made sure she had a screaming good time.

His tongue delved into her belly button. “I can make you forget that you’re sore.”

She had no doubt. Still, she liked to play his game. “How are you going to do that?”

His eyes flashed. “I’ll kiss it and make it better.”

Gabriel looked down at her sex, leaving no doubt as to his intention. She squirmed. They hadn’t done that yet. He’d kissed her everywhere but there, and it probably wasn’t a good idea. She hadn’t showered. “I don’t really like that.”

He held her down with his big body, hovering right above her mound. “Don’t like what?”

She tried to close her legs, but two hundred pounds of muscle lay between them. “Oral sex. It’s . . . awkward. I’m really okay without it.”

He reared back. One brow rose in obvious disbelief. “Seriously?”

She couldn’t imagine what she tasted like. The couple of times she’d allowed a lover to try had been embarrassing and she hadn’t gotten a lot out of it. “Yes.”

“Well, I’m not. Trust me, I was planning on getting your mouth on my cock this morning. I guess I’ll have to persuade you. See, the way
I figure it, you’re very likely a fair woman and you’ll repay me once I take care of you.”

“I’m really not . . . It’s not my thing.” She shook her head.

But his mouth was already descending.

“How about you stop thinking for a few minutes? I don’t know what your other lovers did, but I intend to make sure you like this.” He rubbed his nose right over her pussy and took a deep breath. “You smell incredible. Like sweetness and sex. So fucking good.”

His tongue lashed out, and she couldn’t stop him. She couldn’t stop herself from looking down her body, watching as he licked at her. Then his mouth covered her pussy. Heat slammed through her system. No hesitation. No uncertainty. Gabriel knew exactly what to do, how and when to do it to make her back arch and a cry escape her lips. He was slow and sure and incredibly thorough. His fingers parted her, opening her to the rasp of his teeth and tongue as he very gently and deliberately devoured her.

She gripped the sheets to stop herself from clutching his hair. Not to pull him away, but to make sure he didn’t stop. He licked and sucked, leaving not an inch of her unloved. When his tongue circled her clitoris, she was certain she was going to die happy.

“You taste so good, Eve.”

The sound of her nickname startled her. She was only Eve to those she loved. In her head, the name was almost an endearment. Usually, she preferred Everly. Last night had been make-believe. Her name hadn’t mattered then. This morning, she wanted more. She wanted Gabriel to call her by her real name because she wanted him to know the real her.

Dangerous thoughts. She had too much on her plate for more than here and now. Besides, for all she knew, Gabriel was actually married with three kids. Damn, but that thought was disconcerting. She didn’t even know his last name.

“Hey, don’t tense on me.” His fingers played in her pussy, thrusting
up and curling against her G-spot. “Don’t think, baby. Just feel. Give me a couple of hours more. Stay with me.”

He didn’t want to leave any more than she did, it seemed. The thought made her sigh as he lowered his head once more.

His tongue found her clit as he pressed his fingers up again. Suddenly she didn’t give a damn about being sore. All that mattered was the heat and thrill sparking between them. When he sucked her clit between his teeth one more time and moaned, she went screaming over the edge.

She bucked against him, but he held her hard, hips pinned to the mattress, forcing her to take every sensation he had to give. Her entire body jolted. Lightning pleasure crackled down her veins. Anyone staying on this floor had to have heard her wails of ecstasy.

Once the peak passed, Gabriel eased away. Her whole body softened as she came down from the high—until she saw him on his knees, over her, reaching for a condom.

He was a magnificent man. She could look at him all day. From his piercing blue eyes to that square jaw to a truly amazing chest, his body provided one gorgeous sight after another. She let her stare drift down to abs she’d only seen in magazines and those notches at his hips bespoke long hours in the gym. He rolled the condom on with a deft hand, covering what had to be the most voracious cock she’d ever encountered. Not that she’d experienced many, but it was hard to believe anyone else could compare with his stamina.

“I thought I was going to repay the favor.” She didn’t mind. Now that he’d shown her what the big deal was about oral sex, she wanted to know how he tasted.

He shook his head impatiently as he pressed the broad head of his erection against her. “No time. Need it now.”

He lowered his body over hers and thrust in deep, his lips plundering hers even as his cock did the same below. She tasted her own arousal on his lips.

“I don’t want the morning to end,” he groaned, rumbling the words against her lips.

Everly didn’t want this to end, either. They could stay right here in this hotel. They could live here and do nothing but make love, eat, and drink. What a lovely fantasy.

She wrapped her arms around him, knowing she would miss him after this and would forever rank other men by the night she’d spent with Gabriel.

He sank in, his hips surging forward then easing back until he found the perfect rhythm. It didn’t take him long to send her up, up, until she hung on to the edge by a thread again. This morning, she would never have believed she was capable of multiple orgasms. Now she knew that not only could Gabriel give them to her, but with him they were inevitable.

His body stiffened. “Oh god, Eve. Fuck, that feels so good.”

Then he pushed in again, his swelling cock providing exquisite friction against the most sensitive spot high and deep. She screamed as he called out to her again, then they collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs and sighs.

Panting, he rolled to the side of the bed and slung his arm over his head. “You know, we could go on a date sometime.”

She turned to face him. “I thought this was one night only.”

He reached for her hand and brought it to his chest. “It doesn’t have to be. There’s obviously a spark between us. No reason we can’t explore it. Give me a second.”

“I thought we agreed to just a night.” She might dream about him, but she knew what reality was. They came from two different worlds. Everything about the man screamed money and privilege. She was a girl from the wrong side of the tracks who was about to find her way right back there.

He stared at her for a moment as though he was trying to figure her out. “And if I changed my mind?”

She needed him to be realistic. “Are you looking for a girlfriend, Gabriel?”

“No,” he said, his gorgeous lips turning down. “I’m not in a place
where that’s a good idea. The next few months are going to be . . . difficult to say the least. I won’t have much time to spare and I need to spend it on my family.”

Against her better judgment, her heart sank. Well, at least he was honest. He’d been kind. He’d given her more pleasure than she’d ever hoped for and now he was giving her the truth. She couldn’t be angry at him for that.

She pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. In the morning light, his hair looked more golden than brown. “Good-bye, Gabriel.”

Everly turned away from him and started to rise from the bed. Somehow, she managed to keep herself together. She didn’t want to make a fool of herself, and the last thing he probably wanted was a weepy female. Gabriel was too perfect, too good to be true. It was far better if they parted now.

He curled a hand around her arm, stopping her. “I don’t want you to go.”

She didn’t turn, but let herself be drawn against his warmth again until his chest seared her back. “Believe me, if there was any way we never had to leave this hotel again, I just might take it right now. But you know as well as I do that we’ve both got lives.”

“Do we? Today’s Saturday. Do you have to work? I don’t. I don’t have anywhere to be until Monday morning.”

She caught her breath. It was a bad idea. She was already in over her head and she’d barely spent twelve hours with the man. “Gabriel, you said you don’t want a girlfriend.”

His lips brushed her ear, his warmth caressing her. His big arms surrounded her. “I said I can’t have one right now, not that I didn’t want one. What I can have is a weekend. Forty-eight more hours of pleasure. Forty-eight hours where we don’t leave this suite, where you don’t wear clothes or worry about tomorrow or think past your next orgasm.”

When he cupped her breasts, she sighed. “I don’t know if I can handle another orgasm.”

Gabriel chuckled behind her. “I think you can. We fit together as if you were made for this moment with me. Look how these pretty things fill my hands. Come on, Eve. Stay. I’ll play by your rules.”

“I think it’s a bad idea.” But her body was already behaving like a traitor, softening, priming itself for surrender. “I understand how one night is about sex. I don’t know if a weekend will feel as casual to me. I’m a girl who usually thinks with her heart.”

He turned her to face him, his blue eyes gentle. “Baby, I can get sex from a lot of women. I don’t mean that to be crass, but last night was more than sex for me. I felt more connected to you than I’ve felt to anyone in a long time. I wasn’t lying. I can’t have a romantic entanglement right now so I’m going to be selfish and ask you to stay with me. The next few months of my life are going to be a challenge professionally and personally. Maybe it’s not fair for me to ask, but I want to spend a few days with you so I’ll have something to remember.”