Scandal Never Sleeps (22 page)

“I was thinking about you. I wish we’d never left that hotel. I wish we’d stayed there, that I was still Eve and you were Gabriel. I don’t want the rest of it. But I want you.”

Her words cut through him. He ached for the same thing. He wanted her without all the doubts and suspicions and danger.

He slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her with everything he had. Why wait? Everly had known he would come after her. She was focused on the pleasure he could give her. No doubt, she was ready for him now. She’d known damn straight she wasn’t sleeping alone tonight. Gabe didn’t intend to let her down.

“If you want me, then take me deep. Forget about everything else. All that matters is we’re alive and here with one another.” He kissed her, stroking his tongue against hers before he lifted her and shoved her flat against the wall.

Everly gasped as she wrapped her arms and her legs around him. His cock was so close to the slick heaven he felt desperate to be inside. Her breath sawed in and out of her chest. Her pupils dilated. Heat seared him. In that moment, he felt as if he had been cold all his life until he’d met her.

“Hold on tight,” he demanded.

She clasped her hands behind his neck and locked her ankles at the small of his back. Gabe shifted his hold, grabbing a handful of her ass and lifting her, aligning their bodies. Then he let gravity do the work.

She slid onto the head of his cock, then began enveloping his staff in her tight, blistering grip. He groaned, the sound magnified by the small, enclosed space. As he penetrated deeper, she gasped and her head fell against his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin.

“Gabriel,” she breathed. “It feels so good.”

She was the one who felt good. Every inch of her he claimed made his head spin more. As she lowered onto his cock, he nipped at her neck. Her pulse pounded against his tongue. He held her tighter.

For a long moment, he remained still, letting her get used to the feel of him filling her up entirely. Everly surrounded him. Saturated him. Intoxicated him. She was everywhere as he tasted her skin, drowned in her moans.

His next thrust was an exquisite fight through her tight clasp. She gripped him as if she’d never let go before he slid back into her like a finger through melted chocolate. He sank in again, plunging farther, faster, harder into her sweet depths. Thinking went out the window. Hell, breathing wasn’t far behind. Right now, there was only her.

This was more than sex. It was pure connection. He was bound to Everly in a way he’d never been to another woman, in a way he’d never imagined being to
any
woman. And right now, the fact that he couldn’t join their bodies in every way possible simply wasn’t acceptable. Gabe wanted her as affixed to him as he felt to her, knowing she was utterly with him in the moment.

“Kiss me,” he demanded gruffly.

She lifted her head. Their gazes collided. Her chest rose hard and fast with every breath as she wriggled on him. With a cry, she surged closer, and her lips crashed over his.

As he drank Everly in, he lifted her until he’d almost withdrawn completely. Then he shifted his grip to push down on her hips, impaling her. “So fucking good.”

She groaned against his lips, and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She surrendered, opening to him and letting him have his way. She gripped his nape, her fingers trying to sink into his severely short hair, silently entreating him to give her more.

With pleasure.

Gabe started to thrust in earnest. Damn it, he wasn’t going to last, but at least he could feel her beginning to tighten around him. He smiled in savage satisfaction. She wouldn’t last, either. If he timed this right, they could find mind-blowing satisfaction together.

With a little mewl, her eyes drifted closed.

“No. When I’m inside you, you’re my Eve. You look at me while I’m
fucking you.” He refused to let her drift—to mentally be anywhere else with anyone else.

Her lashes fluttered open and their stares locked. Beautiful hazel eyes. Sometimes amber, sometimes warm brown, sometimes—like now—so green. Her eyes were warm and giving, almost embracing him. When he looked into those eyes, he couldn’t imagine she was anything but innocent. “I’m here. I’m with you. I need you.”

Primal desire rolled through him. This act was beyond pleasure. Gabe intended to use it to make certain that she was every bit as attached to him as he felt to her. They had to share more than flesh and bliss. They needed honesty. And burying himself inside her while he stared down into her goddamn soul felt as starkly honest as he’d ever been.

This was also about trust. They were in a dangerous situation, and she needed to trust him to do more than give her an orgasm. She needed to trust him with her life if they wanted to survive.

He crushed her against the wall, slamming his cock in deeper still. He shoved in, tilted out, thinking of nothing beyond making her eyes widen with pleasure. When he submerged completely again and ground against her pelvis, she parted her lips to scream.

He covered them with his own, drinking down the sounds of her release. He wanted those sounds for himself. Always. He’d rip apart any fucker who tried to take her from him.

As she shattered and convulsed, her slick flesh spasming around him, a tingle zipped down his spine. Ecstasy spiraled out of control, poleaxing him. Gabe felt utterly lost, as if some part of him would now and forevermore be a part of this woman. With a hoarse shout, he came, pumping deep inside her. He hated the condom in that moment, wanting absolutely nothing between them.

As the pleasure subsided, his muscles turned to mush. Slowly, he withdrew and let her slide down the shower wall until her feet touched the floor. But she didn’t look much steadier than he felt. His whole body pulsed, replete—for now—but he couldn’t quite make himself move away from her. Gabe didn’t want to stop touching her.

He reached for the soap and turned her so she faced the wall. She leaned back against him, utterly trusting him to not let her go.

“I need you, too,” he whispered against her ear. He moved his hand over her body, worshipping her the way she deserved. The first time might have been rough and quick, but he had the whole night with her. He wasn’t about to waste it.

I
need you, too.

Everly knew they were only words he’d uttered in the aftermath of passion, but everything feminine inside her responded.

As they’d made their way out of the tunnel following their escape from Mad’s house, Gabriel had gripped her hand, leading the way to safety. They’d had to wend through dank, dark tunnels with only one light to make their way through the gloom. Everly had never once worried he would leave her behind.

At Connor’s penthouse, she’d climbed into the shower, trying to hold herself together—not to crave his nearness and protection so much—but she’d been shaking. Every time she’d closed her eyes, she could still feel the flames licking around the room, threatening to consume them. The realization that they had almost died hit her. Then Gabriel had come to her, touched her, wiped all that away with his furious possession. He’d proven why she needed him.

After their hurried coupling, he’d washed her from head to toe, his hands sliding across her skin with tender care. Her adrenaline had
finally crashed. And Gabriel had held her while she’d cried. He hadn’t spoken, merely let his touch echo his earlier words.

In that moment, he really did seem to need her, too.

Now, she relaxed in his arms, replete and lulled, as he carried her to the bed. He laid her on the mattress, across soft linens.

Giving herself to Gabriel Bond tonight, however, put her in uncharted territory. She couldn’t pretend that whatever they shared meant nothing but simple pleasure and a way to forget her troubles. They’d admitted they needed one another. If he left her tomorrow morning, she would likely mourn him for the rest of her life because she was absolutely certain she was falling in love.

He opened a drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a box of condoms. Thankful he was ever prepared, Everly blinked at him as he stood above her, raking his hot stare over her splayed body. He paused at her breasts and the juncture of her thighs. That intent gaze should have rattled her, but his blue eyes held such warmth that she couldn’t be anxious, much less gather the will to cover herself. What, exactly, did he see in her? When he looked at her like that, she felt beautiful.

“God, do you have any idea what you do to me, Everly?” His voice sounded thick, raspy.

She had an idea, since his erection stood thick and tall again. No escaping the fact that he aroused her unbearably. A little smile flitted across her lips.

“Of course you do.” He grinned ruefully in return. “Damn, you have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen. Tomorrow morning, call Hilary and tell her to let everyone know that you’re taking the rest of the week off.”

She blushed at the compliment, then realized what the sneaky bastard had done. “I have to go to work, Gabriel. With Mulford on vacation, I’m in charge of all of security. And I’m the executive on duty since Tavia is probably buried with spinning Mad’s death in the press and putting the finishing touches on the upcoming foundation gala. She’s only got Valerie to help, and it’s a lot of work. Besides, after my
name has been tossed all around the press, I’m not going to give the people I work with any more reason to gossip that I’m sleeping with the boss.”

She turned over. If they were going to have an actual discussion, she couldn’t do that spread out and naked on the bed. She had to get at least somewhat dressed. Connor’s T-shirt would do.

Before she could reach for it, Gabriel’s hands wrapped around her ankles. He flipped her back over and joined her on the bed, planting one knee between her spread legs. He hovered above her.

“You are sleeping with the boss, and it’s none of their business. I wasn’t joking. Call in tomorrow and take vacation.” He smoothed his hands up her legs. “I like these, too. Every single inch of you is gorgeous.”

“I have responsibilities at work, and last time I looked, seeing to the needs of your penis isn’t part of my job description.”

“I’ll appoint someone else to be the executive on duty. The place can run for a few days without you. Damn, even your toes are pretty. I was never a toe guy until you.” He nipped at the flesh around her polished nails.

It sent shivers up her spine. “Gabriel, I can’t allow this . . . whatever we’re doing together to completely disrupt my professional life. Buttering me up with compliments won’t change my mind.”

“I wasn’t buttering you up. I was gloating because all this pretty flesh is mine.” He kissed his way down her leg. “All fucking mine. By the way, the company is mine, too. You might have forgotten, but I’m not only
the
boss, I’m
your
boss. I say you’re taking time off. You won’t be leaving this apartment for a while.”

But she had a date tomorrow to meet the informant who supposedly had the scoop about Maddox’s murder. Of course, this mysterious stranger had also warned her not to get caught in Gabriel’s web, but Everly knew she was fully ensnared. Yes, they’d agreed to be partners in all this, but she still hesitated to tell him about the meeting. Gabriel would disapprove. In fact, he’d probably leave her here with his
watchdogs and make contact with the informant himself. That couldn’t happen. She’d been instructed to come alone and didn’t want to risk losing this source in case he had vital information. Everly intended to find out what this person knew, especially if it explained who’d killed her friend, and it exonerated Gabriel.

He had to be innocent. She couldn’t think otherwise, but she also couldn’t give him everything she had. If she did, he would remove her from the investigation. Everyone knew two heads were better than one. He needed her.

He kissed her kneecap, and she couldn’t hold back a shiver. Who would have guessed a person had so many sensitive nerve endings there? As he cradled her hips and breathed over her skin, he derailed her train of thought, which had likely been his plan all along.

“I have a department to run and it doesn’t run itself,” she argued, though her voice sounded a bit more breathless than she’d like. “I can’t disappear indefinitely.”

He dropped to his knees, positioning his mouth right over her pussy. “You’re going to have to because the minute the press finds out you’re in the office, they’ll be all over that building, stirring up trouble. No one will get anything done.”

“I know a thing or two about securing a building. I think I can keep a bunch of nosy reporters out of our workspace.”

“You’re in charge of cybersecurity. And you can’t monitor every maintenance worker, deliveryman, and temporary office assistant who comes on the premises. Anyone could slide in under false pretenses. Even if you could manage to keep the pesky paparazzi out of the office, they would only hunt down other Crawford employees during their off hours and want to know what sort of on-the-job duties you’re performing. Guess what those folks would say.”

Everly already knew, and none of it was complimentary. She sighed.

“You and I staying away from Crawford’s headquarters right now actually helps productivity and morale.”

Gabriel had a point, damn him. But she needed to get that SD card
from her safe. She hadn’t managed to view all the photos and she wanted to study them. “All right. Then I’ll work on things from home. I’ll need someone to pick up my equipment and—oh . . .” She gasped as he leaned in and breathed over the tender mound of her sex. “I can’t think when you do that.”

With a smile, he did it again. “I don’t want you thinking about anything but me.”

As if she could. Since the moment she’d met him, he’d overtaken her every waking thought. If she let him, he would dominate her life. And they’d butt heads because he needed that control. Everly hadn’t allowed anyone to tell her how to live her life since childhood.

He held her down with a firm grip and spread her legs wider, opening her up for his delectation. “This is a beautiful pussy. I wonder what I should do with it.”

How the hell could she answer that when she could barely hold in a plea?

Gabriel could be so powerful and passionate. She loved that about him. But she also adored his teasing side. He was a very complex man—and a frustrating one. Despite the orgasm she’d had barely fifteen minutes earlier, he’d reawakened her body so quickly, so easily. She needed to feel his tongue on her, diving deep. His mouth lingered right above her most needy spot, and she ached. Everly couldn’t hold in a whimper.

She knew he was distracting her from the real issues, but in that moment she simply couldn’t focus on anything else. He had her right where he wanted her.

“I can think of a few things,” she managed to eke out.

“I can, too. Don’t move.” He released his grip on her legs and gently parted the petals of her sex. “Such a lovely pink. And look at that cream. Is that for me?”

“You know it is.”

He didn’t look convinced. “I need to be sure this is all mine.”

“It’s yours,” she wailed.

With his fingertips, he traced against her flesh lightly, just enough to tempt her. Lord, he was killing her.

“Say the words, Eve. Tell me what I want to hear.”

She knew exactly what he sought. “I belong to you.”

Had he wanted her to admit that for his pride . . . or his heart?

“Yes, you do.” And he sounded very satisfied about that.

He licked her, his tongue plunging into her furrow. A shock of heat flushed through her body. Everly gripped the sheets with a high-pitched hitching of breath. It took everything she had not to squirm.

“Show me this pussy is mine.” Demand rang in his low voice. “That all of you fucking belongs to me. No one else.”

Gabriel was definitely possessive. Even that first night he’d given off a covetous vibe. Now he seemed intent on proving that she was his—and his alone. But he didn’t have anything to worry about.

“I’m not interested in anyone else. All I can think about is you.”

He softened slightly. “Good. I don’t share. I’m definitely not sharing this.” He rubbed little circles around her clit before he took another long, slow swipe at her with his tongue. “Hmm. Do you have any idea how good you taste?”

She shook her head. “I do?”

He held a single finger up as if to ask her to give him a second. He settled back between her legs and covered her with his mouth. Another rush of heat scorched her system, especially when he settled in deeper. His tongue plunged her depths, penetrating her as his cock had earlier. Over and over, he speared her deep, invading and arousing her until he had to pin her to the sheets to stop her from wriggling with every moan.

Once he’d subdued her, he lifted one hand, thumbing her clit in light, teasing circles. His tongue worked her opening at the same time, driving her out of her mind.

“This is mine.” The words rumbled against her folds. “Your orgasms are mine. Give me one now. Come against my tongue so I can taste you.”

Everly couldn’t hold back a second longer.

The pressure surged between her legs, then exploded in a white-hot
burst. She cried out, calling his name as he hurtled her into a blaze of satisfaction. It flowed through her veins, making her blood hum. In that moment, Gabriel felt like the center of her universe, as if her very world revolved around him.

He crawled up her body as he covered it with his own and crushed her to the mattress. “This is what you taste like. It’s heaven.”

He slanted his mouth over hers and probed deep. Instantly, she tasted her own tangy-tart flavor on his tongue. He wasn’t satisfied with a peck or even a short mating of mouths. Not Gabriel. He dominated her with his lips, imprinting himself on her, telling her without another word that he owned her all the way down to her soul.

She was breathless when he finally released her. With a swift move, he rolled to his back and lifted her.

“On top of me, Eve. Now. Fuck me.”

His commanding growl sent a fresh jolt of heat sizzling through her system. She eased off his body just enough to straddle him, shockingly eager to join with him again and feel the consuming pleasure only Gabriel could seem to give her.

The first night they’d spent together, Gabriel had been in charge, leading her to sweet oblivion as he’d taken her over and over. Now, as she stared down at him, Everly realized he’d finally put her in the driver’s seat.

He looked so gorgeous with his blue eyes burning in his flushed face, like a big predator lying in wait for his prey, plotting his next move. She had a feeling she’d better enjoy her chance to call the shots because it wouldn’t be long before he snatched control from her again.

Everly brushed her palms across the corded muscles of his shoulders and his chest, reveling in the hard feel of his flesh, his accelerating pulse. She leaned in to press her lips over the beat of his heart, loving the way he closed his eyes. When she licked at one masculine, brown nipple, he groaned.

His eyes snapped open, the thunder there matching his glower. “Are you teasing me?”

She shifted across his wide chest to lick the other flat disc, enjoying the game. “Turnabout is fair play. And maybe I want to know what you taste like, too.”

He cursed. His whole body went tight. “You’re going to kill me, baby. Just understand that I will take back control. And then . . .”