Scandal Never Sleeps (36 page)

He pushed her dress up, and before she could protest, he whisked her underwear off her hips and down her legs. Tossing them aside, he shoved the dress farther up and stared between her legs.

Her hungry wolf had become hungrier.

“Won’t Dax be stopping soon?” The question came out in a breathless rush. “Maybe we should wait until we get back to Connor’s place.”

But she didn’t want to wait. The minute they stopped and the limo door opened, the world would invade again. They would have to
debrief Connor on everything that had happened, and it would be hours before they could be alone again.

But she also didn’t want to appear in tomorrow’s tabloids with her dress around her waist and Gabriel between her legs.

He didn’t seem to have the same concerns as he crouched down and kissed his way up her thighs. “He won’t stop until I tell him to. I wanted to be alone with you. I want to taste you again. Did I ever tell you how fucking good your flavor is on my tongue?”

His mouth hovered over her pussy, and all thoughts of stopping slipped away. He nosed her, rubbing his face right against her most sensitive parts. Everything he did felt so good, so right. It was a bit forbidden and so intimate it made her heart swell.

“I love it when you taste me.”

His head came up, his eyes flaring. “Do you?”

A little smile played at his lips before his head disappeared between her legs again, teeth scraping over her inner thigh.

“I think about you touching me all the time.” Everly gasped, her fingers raking into his short hair.

He pulled back and cupped her thigh, his fingers whispering over her clit. “Like this?”

She moaned, her whole body tensing. “More.”

“Then tell me what you want. Tell me what you need. What does this sweet little pussy want from me?”

“Kiss me.”

“Oh, I can do that.” He laid a little kiss right above her clit. “See. I’m very good at kissing you.”

Bastard. She didn’t miss his smirk. He was enjoying the chance to torment her and intended to make her work for it. “No. Lick me.”

He ran his tongue along one side of her labia, then the other, in a slow slide that drove her mad. “Your wish is my command.”

“Damn it, Gabriel. I want your tongue everywhere. Devour me. Make me ache and scream and come.” She stared at him. “No one else can make me feel like you do.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.”

He lowered his mouth to her, and she gasped at the first long drag of his tongue. Her head fell back, and Everly could do nothing except surrender. She’d yearned for the pleasure, the give and take, the moments when she surrendered to him. But it would mean so much more if they had a future. She wanted to be his partner—in pleasure, in business, in life.

Her thoughts scattered as his tongue worked its magic. “Gabriel . . .”

“Spread wider, baby.” He shoved her knees apart, wedging his shoulders in between.

Panting, she drowned in the exquisite bliss. One of his fingers parted her folds, breached her. It felt so good, awakened a whole new hunger in her. She pressed against it, trying to coax him to penetrate deeper, move faster. But he continued that steady, driving rhythm that made her body tighten, made tingles form, made breathing almost impossible.

He hurtled her toward the pinnacle of desire. Everly scratched at his scalp, tried to wrap her legs around his shoulders—anything for the extra bit of sensation that would drive her over. He refused to be rushed or alter her slow, maddening slide into insanity.

When she whimpered, he tongued her clit, then glanced up at her. His lips glistened with her arousal. “You want more.”

It wasn’t a question.

“You know I do.”

“Then ask me for it.”

“More, Gabriel. Now.” She wanted to shout her demand at him. She’d been so close to falling over the edge. “Give me more . . .”

He seemed determined to torture her. “More of what? More of my fingers or do you want my cock?”

There was no doubt in her mind what she wanted. “I need you inside me, Gabriel. Hard. Fast. Fill me.”

His face lit with dangerous satisfaction. “Absolutely, but I want you to work for it, baby. I intend to make this ride last awhile.”

He lowered his lips to her again, and Everly gasped, every muscle tensing as he drove her toward stunning pleasure again.

In this, they were in synch. Like him, she wanted this magic to go on forever.

•   •   •

G
abe reveled in everything about her. As he stroked his tongue along her tender flesh and thrust a second finger deep inside her, he couldn’t help but take in everything. She smelled so good. Womanly and sweet. He was fairly certain he would die still remembering the taste of her arousal on his tongue. Her skin was so soft that he was worried about leaving a mark on her thighs from his damn whiskers, but he hadn’t had time for an afternoon shave.

Everly didn’t seem to care. She spread her thighs wide, presenting her gorgeous sex to him without hesitation or inhibition. She opened for him like a flower that had gone far too long without the sun. He licked the pearl of her clitoris. The little jewel poked out of its hood, begging for his attention. He was going to lavish it. She might fight him everywhere else, but here they were of the same mind, had the same needs.

He shoved his fingers high into her pussy and sucked her clit, establishing a rhythm that soon had her wriggling on his hand, desperate for relief. The sight, sound, and scent of her arousal alone fueled his desire, but with every moment, she grew more desperate, nails clawing his scalp, thighs tightening around his head. God, he loved her unabashed enthusiasm for sex, the way she never held anything back.

He felt her clench around him and heard her keening cry. She writhed on the supple leather, her body riding out the orgasm he gave her. Her scent filled the car—and his nostrils—until he ached to tear at her clothes, claw out his zipper, and fill her with every inch he had.

When her storm slowed, the waves softening, she sighed. “How do you do that to me?”

He didn’t answer her because he wasn’t sure what to say. Sex with
her was simply better. It had been from the first moment he’d touched her. It had also been different than the countless times with the blur of faces and bodies he’d known before. What he shared with Everly was somehow . . . more.

If another woman had complimented his sexual prowess, he would have grinned and proven himself worthy, but her words made him feel oddly vulnerable. He didn’t want to merely be a good lay to her. He didn’t even want to only be the best sex she’d ever had—not if that was all he meant to her.

Gabe wanted to be her only lover. He wanted to be the man in her heart.

The thought rolled over him, and he sat back in the seat with a stunned sigh. Everything below his waist urged him to open his slacks and shove his cock inside her waiting flesh, but he needed more than pleasure from Everly.

He, who was rarely unsure and never hesitated, sat frozen. What if she didn’t reciprocate?

Even with the doubt and fear tumbling in his head, Gabe couldn’t take his eyes off her. She looked so lovely and wanton with her dress all gathered at her waist. All her gorgeous curves and most intimate parts were on display for him. He loved that about her, too.

Her skin was flushed a rosy pink and her mouth was slightly open as she took a long breath and opened her eyes to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

Her flush deepened. “Don’t you want me?”

“I want to know if you want me.” God, that sounded stupid. He should take her. She wouldn’t fight him, but he needed something far beyond her acquiescence and an exchange of flesh. Getting her into bed wasn’t the question; getting into her heart was.

“Of course I want you. I thought that was pretty clear.” She tugged at her skirt, trying to right her clothes. “What’s going on? Is Dax just going to keep driving?”

Shit. He’d lost her. The disappointment was more than crushing. “I’ll tell him to head home.”

Though they wouldn’t really be heading to his home, that word seemed right because, for him, home had become wherever she was. When the hell had that happened?

Gabe dragged air into his lungs and tried to not punch out the windows of the limo. How he was going to get through the rest of the night he had no idea, but he shouldn’t have expected more after the way he’d treated her this morning.

He didn’t even want to think about what he was going to do for the rest of his life.

Staring out at the Manhattan street, he watched Midtown pass by. The lights of nearby Times Square illuminated the early evening. Tourists thronged through the square, gawking at the multitude of flashing signs for everything from Broadway shows to sneakers as locals rushed by and ignored them.

Gabe winced. He was putting off the inevitable, but he wanted to make something clear before he gave Dax a final destination. “Everly, I’m going to do whatever it takes to make you forget what I said this morning. You should know that. I realize this is a horrible time to start a relationship, but I can’t let you go because the timing isn’t right. I screwed up. I should have believed you. I can only promise that I won’t make the same mistake again. You might think I’m a complete pig for being so stubborn about your safety, but I promise I won’t shut you out.”

She gave him a wary glace, clearly not sure she believed him. “Are you still going to lock me up?”

Yes, that had been a reaction to her pushing him—one he regretted. He closed his eyes for a long moment, listening to her rustle back into her dress and wishing he could have a do-over on most of this day.

“Of course not.” He opened his eyes, ready to explain himself, and all the fine words he usually used to charm and coax a woman stuck in his throat when he saw her. “You’re naked.”

She was beautifully, gloriously naked. She hadn’t straightened out her clothes at all. Instead, she’d taken them off and knelt on the floorboard.

A sexy smile curled her lips up. “You’re stating the obvious, Mr. Bond.”

His cock was suddenly jumping with excitement. His heart wasn’t far behind. “Eve . . .”

She moved between his legs, hands gliding up his thighs. “My turn, Gabriel. I think that’s been our problem. I haven’t demanded equality from you. I can’t be this perfect princess you lock away and only take out when you think it’s safe. The world is a big bad place and you need someone you can count on. So do I. The man today told me that when the chips are down, you’ll pick your friends over me.”

He would really like to have a talk with that guy. “It’s not true.”

She held a hand up to stop him. “I think it might be, but I’m not sure what I can do about it so I’m going to choose to live in the moment for now.”

He didn’t want to live in the moment. He realized that as he stared at her. He was a man who constantly lived for the now. After his father passed, he’d been forced to take care of the business, his sister, now Crawford Industries, and a niece or nephew. He’d bucked at the responsibility, but Everly made him want to be better. She made him long for a future.

His playboy days were past and it struck him squarely in the chest that he wouldn’t be that carefree boy again. Maybe it had all been an illusion anyway. Those days of running around the world with his friends were gone. He’d remember them fondly, but meeting Everly had been the catalyst for his true shift from boy to man. Her man.

And she very likely wouldn’t believe a damn word he said.

That made him feel so fucking helpless. He could fire her and try to force her to work for Bond, where he would make sure she was safe. Then two paths would lie ahead of them: She would either hate him for what he’d done or she’d go along with it and, slowly, all the life in
Everly would dim, her unique spirit ground down by his need for control.

Gabe didn’t know what to do next, how to find his way out of this corner he’d maneuvered himself into. He only knew he wanted her so desperately he would take anything she gave him.

“What are you planning to do, beautiful?” He settled back because she wanted control, and he had to give it to her—for now. He would take over again, but after he’d let her have her way for a bit.

His Eve skated her hands on top of his slacks, over his cock, making him writhe and seek more of her touch. “Tempt you.”

“All you have to do to tempt me is exist.”

She eased his zipper down carefully. “I don’t know about that. You seem a little hesitant tonight.”

His cock sprang free. It seemed to strain her way as though it knew exactly where it wanted to be. He didn’t like being called hesitant, though. It looked like it was her night to push him. “Hesitant? Baby, I was trying to give you the freedom you seem to need.”

She was staring at his cock, her fingers coming out to brush against his flesh. “I don’t need freedom. But I could show you I want you. I could lick you and suck you, but I’ve been thinking about something. The last few days seem to have taken a toll on you. Maybe you should lie back and let me take care of you.”

“I did that this morning, for all the good it did me.”

“Well, it might have gotten you further if you hadn’t told your sister I was just your convenient whore.” She sat back on her heels.

Oh, she was spoiling for a fight. He might give her one. “I didn’t say that.”

Everly shrugged one perfect shoulder. “Maybe not word for word, but close.”

“You’re not going to listen to anything I say.” It ate at him. She’d only left him one avenue. “Well, baby, giving up control doesn’t seem to be working so maybe I should take it back. Come here.”

Gabe couldn’t miss how her nipples peaked the minute his voice
got rough. She enjoyed sex when he took over. He had no doubt she liked to be on top from time to time, but she was in a tough spot, too. He was asking her for an awful lot of trust, given his past and what he’d told Sara, not to mention what her informant had said. Sure, they could try to talk it all out now, but he rather thought it was time for some action. Maybe he could express his feelings for her more eloquently without words.

“What do you want?” Everly ran her tongue over her lips as her breath hitched.