Dazzled by Silver (13 page)

“You heard me talking about you.”

“I’m not ready for a relationship either, Sam.” He turned me around. “But it doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.” He kissed my forehead, trailing down to my nose and lips. “Or your mouth.” His finger grazed toward my chin, along my neck and down my cleavage. “Your perky tits.” The delicate pad of his finger dragged lower, to my navel. “Your smooth skin.”

I closed my eyes as he awoke my every sensor.

“And that little nest I promised to nourish.” He cupped my sex.

Gosh, I wanted him so much. I squeezed the mug to stop my shakes. Gabe made me feel so comfortable in an uncomfortable way.

His lips gently touched mine. The taste of black coffee lingered on his mouth.

The kiss spun my mind as if I had been drinking all night.

His palm molded the swelling flesh between my legs adding to my disoriented state. “You’re shaking.” He pulled away.

Don’t stop.
I opened my eyes.

His hands rubbed up and down the side of my arms.

“I’m cold.”

“You feel pretty hot to me.”

“That’s all your doing.” I blamed him shamelessly, but that was the truth. No one had ever made me feel so good and bad at the same time. The way he spoke so openly about my body was something Casey would have never done.

“I like the way your body reacts to my touch.”

“You have a magical touch.”

“I intend to use some more magic soon. Third bedroom to the left is mine. You can either stay with me, or use the guest room beside it.”

“I think I’ll use the guest room,” I teased.

“I can’t promise I won’t magically appear there too.”

I giggled.

“Whatever you choose, make yourself comfortable. I’ll unpack and be there soon. Try to relax, Sam. It looks like we’ll be here for a while.” He kissed me again.

My cold feet drew my concentration toward the streaks of sun streaming through the windows. “How do you have any privacy with the glass walls?”

Gabe touched a button on the wall. The entire front window of the house tinted. “Kendra will be sleeping off the drugs soon. We should have some private time to ourselves.”

The thought had me nervous and excited at the same time. I was now in the safest place possible, away from Martinez, with the hottest man alive and he wanted me.

“I’d like to freshen up.”

“My bedroom has an en suite. It’s much more comfortable than the bathroom beside the guestroom.” He raised his brows.

Of course it did. I couldn’t expect Gabe’s bedroom to have anything less than five-star resort accommodations. “You’re making my choice so difficult, Mr. Silver.”

“Enjoy your bath, Samantha.” He kissed me and sent me up the steps with a gentle slap on my behind. The sting of his palm zapped through me as a pleasurable burn.

Upstairs, Gabe’s bedroom was simply decorated, less colorful, and much more elegant. White and gray linens stood out against the green backdrop outside. I stepped closer to the window. A blue circular bay decorated the horizon, and I pushed on a metal handle to step out onto the balcony. The serenity of this home was breathtaking. A stone walkway led to a private white sand beach where a boat was docked at the shore. In the distance, a peaceful breeze ruffled the perfect mirror of water. The bay was secluded on both sides by green hilltops, which I assumed were part of the property. No one could access this beach unless they swam here.

The faint smell of chlorine drew my attention to an infinity pool below. Its surface mimicked the dance of the wind with ripples and gentle waves. I loved it here, and I wondered how Kendra had kept this place a secret.

In the bathroom, I flapped my frozen feet toward a freestanding bathtub set dead center in the room. I turned on the knob and added bubble mix. The exterior wall stretched to the outside. The location of the glass purposefully faced tall trees for privacy. Steam rose in minutes, and I dipped my ice-cold toes in the water. Heat flowed up my body. The soothing lavender and lilac aroma relaxed my muscles. I closed my eyes, feeling warmth penetrate my skin down to the bones.

Could it really be possible to consider a getaway from a mobster a vacation? With Gabe at my side, I found it easy to relax and forget why we’d come here. I trusted Gabe like I hadn’t trusted anyone before. It had been so long since anyone had taken care of me the way he had. I’d been independent since the day my mother was hospitalized. The day I left for college. Right after Kevin passed I shut down and only now, with Gabe guiding me, I felt my walls slowly crumble.

Now, Gabe stepped in as if straight out of my dreams. I never thought life with a man could be so safe and fulfilling, even when possible death loomed. The only life I’d known was one where I had to provide for my boyfriend and serve him like a maid. It was a life where a painful memory I didn’t want to have ruled my choices. But so much had changed since I met the man standing in front of me.

“Are you enjoying the view?” Gabe’s voice startled me. He strolled toward the other end of the tub, wearing a towel wrapped below his hips bones.

I held my breath. The perfect triangle of his pelvis showed just above the white fabric. He was perfectly sculpted. His abs looked painted on.

I wanted to run my fingers along the dips and valleys between the muscles, down to the delicious curve under the towel. “Yes.” I smiled.

“Outside, Sam. The outside.” He smirked.

“That too.” I felt a little braver.

“May I join you?”

I’d never bathed with a man before.

“Yes.” I didn’t expect my vocal chords to shake so much, but the thought of Gabe, in the tub with me, boiled my blood. Bubbles covered me just above my breasts, but underneath the fluffy soap, every inch of my skin turned into a sensor wanting to connect with Gabe’s hot body.

Gabe tugged at the rim of his towel and it slid to the marble floor, freeing him in all his glory.

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There was so much to look at. I couldn’t help but stare. Even though I’d already seen him and had him inside me, it was still a sight I couldn’t get enough of.

He stepped into the tub and sat at the opposite end. The water level lifted to my neck, almost spilling over the sides.

He reached forward and pushed my chin up. “Close that mouth of yours, Sam. It drives me crazy when you open it. I just want to kiss it.”

“Then I have to forget to close it more often.” I opened it a bit wider than normal.

“Be careful what you ask for, Sam.”

Underneath the bubbles, his hands touched my toes. He lifted my leg and placed my foot on his chest. His fingers began to knead the sole. Each pressure point he touched beamed a relaxing current through my body. Gabe pushed his thumb in that one specific spot I remembered fondly, and watched my reaction. The pressure radiated a tingling sensation to between my legs, lingering there for a few seconds. He pressed it again, and my buttocks clenched.

“Relax, Sam. It will feel much better.”

I leaned my head back. Gabe’s fingers worked my sole before moving higher to my calf. Each squeeze and rub triggered deep urges untouched by anyone before. I wanted him to touch me everywhere.

Gently, Gabe lowered my left foot and started on the right one.

I let go of more tension with every minute, closing my eyes. When my left sole touched his thigh, my eyes flew open.

“Sit up,” he whispered, and I realized I had almost dozed off.

Gabe poured soap onto a sponge. “Come closer.”

I slid toward him as he moved forward. My legs curved around his hips, and his erection slid against my inner thigh. The heat between my legs melted all my muscles. I couldn’t believe what was happening to my body. It responded to Gabe’s touch on its own. I felt like a marionette with strings attached.

He placed the sponge on my shoulder and drew it down my arm, then back up. The sensation of the soft cotton mixed with the gentle scrubbing relaxed me. A layer of lavender lather remained on my skin. I tilted my head to the side, allowing Gabe to pull the scrubber onto my neck, and then back down before he slid to my cleavage and stopped.

“I’m going to wash you.”

I nodded.

“All of you.”

The flames in Gabe’s silver eyes were at full blast, and I could have sworn I felt their heat on the tip of his cock as it rested between my thighs.

The sponge floated freely on the suds as Gabe reached behind me and untied the elastic from my hair. My curls spilled onto my shoulders.

“Turn around.” Gabe’s voice was barely a whisper, yearning in each word.

I pulled my knees toward my chest and swooshed around in the water.

Gabe’s hands wrapped around my waist. He pulled me in closer until his front pressed against my back, trapping his manhood between us. “Tilt your head up.”

Leaning against his chest, I looked up at the soothing light on the ceiling. A thin screen, resembling sheer fabric, rolled down over the window. It flickered with a movie image of a crackling fireplace.

Water poured down my hair, and I closed my eyes again. Gabe’s touch woke my inner needs and every nerve on my body. The pressure inside me grew as warm liquid covered my head and his fingers began spreading shampoo through my hair. He massaged my scalp, working up the lather slowly. His hands glided onto my shoulders and down under the curves of my breasts. His pounding heart beat against my back.

I liked that it seemed I too had an effect on Gabe.

Gabe washed each breast with care, then lowered his hand under the water to my tummy and then to the small patch of curls. His fingers parted the folds with expertise.

I pressed into his hand more and more each time his fingers drew along the skin.

When he was done, his palms glided under my bottom, lifting me higher on his lap. He kneaded my behind before drawing his insistent fingers down the crack, washing the one hole no one had ever touched. A jolt of pleasure flowed to my pussy, and I felt Gabe smile against the side of my face. I never thought I would allow a man to clean my body so thoroughly.

“All done,” he said. “How are you feeling?”

“Wanton,” I whispered.

“Well, we can’t have any of that, can we? Let’s go to bed. It looks like there’s another hole on your body no one has had the pleasure of licking.”

I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, remembering that little jolt of bliss from behind when he washed me. “Wait.” I flipped in the tub. Water spilled to the floor.

Gabe watched me pour soap on my palms.

I washed his shoulders, and neck and head, the same way he had washed me. When I leaned in to rinse his hair, my nipple touched the side of Gabe’s face.

“You’re torturing me,” he said. His eyes closed.

“Almost done.” I poured water over his hair.

Gabe opened his eyes and slid his hands under my behind again.

I felt his fingers dig in. His erection poked around my opening as he supported my weight. His gaze lowered to my steaming pussy.

I centered over him as he held his cock steady. The ache to have him back inside me grew; in fact, it still felt like he was there, from last night, and had never pulled out. I lowered over him, and he slid in.

More water splattered onto the floor.

No pain registered today as he penetrated my depth, only a gratifying stretch. Every muscle inside me clenched around his thickness. I used my knees for support to lift up.

Gabe held my ass, helping me ride him in a slow rhythm at first, keeping most of the water inside the tub. His mouth found mine.

This time the longing in his hardened kiss left me breathless. The water had wrinkled the pads of his fingers, and he drew the velvety ripples across my nape and down my spine. The delicate scrape on my flesh scattered across my skin.

I moved down his length a little faster and a little harder, the frantic rubbing against his pubic bone more desperate. The water splashed around our bodies and down to the tiles.

Gabe’s chest heaved, stuck against mine, his arms now holding tightly as he began thrusting deeper and deeper each time I lowered myself. Hitting a sweet spot inside me he ruptured every ounce of joy.

I shook in his arms, gripping his hair with full fists and I was sure I bit on his lip a tad too hard.

His warmth filled me as he froze deep inside me. And slowly, our beautiful trembles began to settle.

We sat like that, with Gabe still inside me, for a few minutes. With my arms around him and his around me I rested my head on his shoulder. This had to be what heaven felt like.

Gabe lifted me up and off him. He stepped out of the bathtub and scooped me under my knees into his arms.

“What are you doing?”

“You need some rest.”

Cradling me in his arms, he carried me into his bedroom, leaving a trail of wet steps and water behind him. The windows were darkened. Warm, yellow lighting from the side lamp gleamed, casting a pervasive shadow. Gabe gently lowered me to the bed.

The cotton fabric cooled my back, and I shivered.

He yanked the duvet aside and tucked me in under the covers. He held me from behind, kissing my shoulders and playing with my hair until I fell asleep.

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The smell of bacon and eggs woke me. Gabe held me from behind as he had when I had fallen asleep.

I didn’t want to move. He pressed against my back, and my limbs tingled with the warmth of his body. New aches in my muscles still pulsed from our fervent bath. I wiggled my toes. The sting between my legs was a delectable reminder of him inside me. I was sure I’d be bruised down there. Our writhing bodies had connected like two perfect pieces of a puzzle. But my appetite hadn’t been satisfied. I craved Gabe more than food, more than anything in the world. Why had I never known sex could be so deliciously fulfilling? It’s been years since my needs were just as important to my partner as his, if not more.

“You’re awake,” he said.

“Yes.” I curled into his body.

“Good, because I’m starving.”