Chapter Four
Gabe
I can’t sleep, and it has nothing to do with my comfort level on my couch and everything to do with the woman upstairs. The one responsible for this erection I can’t seem to get rid of, no matter how much I try. There’s only one thing left to do, and I’m not sure that’s my best option right now, considering I’m in my living room.
Yet, it might be the only way I get any rest.
Just as I go to move my hand beneath the waistband of my pants, I hear my bedroom door open. Moments later, she tiptoes down the steps, trying to be as quiet as possible. Too bad for her I’m already awake and watching.
The moment her feet hit the floor, she pivots to head to the kitchen. “What are you doing up?” I ask, my voice deep and raw.
Blair startles and spins around, her hand covering her heart. “Jesus, Gabe. You scared the shit out of me.”
I opt not to stand up, considering the problem I’ve been having in my pants—which is now more pronounced again with her sudden appearance. “Sorry.”
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” she insists, taking a step into the living room. Her eyes go to the small tabletop Christmas tree my sister bought me last week after she heard I didn’t have one. The softest smile plays on her lips at the sight of the white twinkling lights.
“You didn’t. I was awake.”
“Oh.” She glances back over her shoulder toward the kitchen and adds, “I was just grabbing a glass of milk.”
“Help yourself,” I reply.
She doesn’t move toward the kitchen. Instead, she steps farther into the room, her fingers gliding across the arm of my couch. Her touch is gentle, yet seductive, and does nothing good for my erection. In fact, I’m a little worried about permanent damage at this point. I don’t recall anyone dying from a ruthless hard-on, but perhaps I missed that case study in medical school.
“Would you mind if I join you for a bit?”
Her question surprises me, since I know I haven’t been warm and fuzzy toward her, but that doesn’t stop me from replying, “Sure.”
Blair takes a seat beside me. Even though she’s not too close, I can feel the warmth of her presence, smell the calming scent of the lavender clinging to her skin. It makes me want to drag my nose across every square inch of her skin, memorizing the way she smells, feels, and tastes.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I scrub my hands down my face, feeling completely out of my element. Perhaps it’s the fact there’s a woman in my house. The first one since my wife left three years ago. Or maybe it’s the fact she’s a small piece of my past, someone connected to my childhood. Or it could be because she’s simply beautiful and she’s looking at me like I’m an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. Combined, it’s a recipe for disaster.
“I’m sorry for messing up your night. I’ll be out of here as soon as I call someone to dig my car out.”
I sigh and lean back, closing my eyes for a moment. “There’s no rush, honestly. I’m sorry I’m not the most hospitable host. I’m not used to having guests,” I confess, risking a glance her way and finding those green eyes watching me intently.
Electricity buzzes in the air, slowly starting to stifle me, making it hard to breathe. Suddenly, all I can see is her, all I can feel is her presence mixed with the sexual tension hanging over us. Her green eyes transform right before mine, those emerald orbs darkening and swirling with desire. There’s also no missing the hitch in her breath as she glances down at my lips. My cock jumps eagerly in my sweats, my hands burn to touch her skin.
Then, she moves. Or I do, I’m not sure who moves first, but the result is a clash of mouths and hands. Before I even realize what’s happening, Blair is straddling my lap, her arms wrapped around my neck, her lips plastered to my own. She tastes like honey and heaven, all sweet and intoxicating, and every single reason why this is a bad idea evaporates into thin air.
Because there’s no way something this good could be wrong.
My tongue delves deep into her mouth, sliding and tangling with hers, as she rocks her hips against my erection. White-hot lust floods my veins. I grasp her ass and try not to come completely undone right now in my pants.
“Gabe?” she asks, swirling her body against me, plastering her chest to mine.
“Hmm?” I mutter, nipping at the soft skin below her jaw.
She sits back slightly and places her hands on my chest. “Will you help me take off my pants?”
My answer is to pick her up and help shed the oversized joggers she found in my closet from her petite body. I don’t know what I expected to find beneath those pants, but nothing wasn’t it. She’s completely bare, and my mouth waters to taste.
Unfortunately, that’s going to have to wait, as her hands quickly slide into my own joggers and grip my cock through my boxers. A guttural groan spills from my mouth, her strong hand stroking me from root to tip.
Clothes start flying moments later. The crewneck sweatshirt, my own T-shirt, and anything else until we’re both naked and panting. My mouth claims hers once more as I lay her back on top of the couch, her legs wrapping around my waist. My cock throbs between us, but before I take this any farther, I know I need her confirmation once more.