Steal My Heart (30 page)

“Then we would have never met.”

He pulled back and smiled gently down at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “No, we wouldn’t have.”

“Did you get the information you needed from his office?”

He nodded. His thumbs brushed away the moisture from her cheeks.

“Oh, thank God.” Her gaze scanned his face and she now noticed the slight bruising along his jaw line. Concern and guilt glazed her eyes. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

“No. I’m fine.
Really,
” he added at her pinched expression. His irises darkened again, liquid silver in their depths. “I mean it, Maggie. Don’t leave me. I need you.”

She felt the breath race from her body at the treble of his voice. Her knees started to grow weak with feeble anticipation and hope. She wanted to enjoy his words and the way they soaked in and expanded warmly in her chest. She was afraid to examine them too closely for fear they would float away. She feared she was misunderstanding. She was sure that last night he’d been ready to walk away. What had suddenly changed his mind? She was still plain, neurotic Maggie Lawson. Nothing special. Not wanting to dwell too much on his reasons, she focused on him. Instead, she rose on her tippy toes and crushed her lips against his, tasting joy and sweetness and relief. He groaned into her mouth and she answered with a similar response.

He severed the kiss and looked down at her with earnest sobriety.

“We have a serious problem here.” He frowned gravely.

Her pale lashes fluttered up. “What?”

Gabe shook his head. “You’re wearing a bra. I said no bras, Maggie.”

She felt a grin tickling her lips. “You said when we’re alone.”

He shrugged his broad shoulders and looked around the bathroom. “And?” he drawled.

She let the grin emerge slowly then reached for the clasp at the front of her bra.

His fingers reached up to compete with hers. With feigned exasperation she pushed his big hands away. “Stop or you’ll break it. If it’s ruined I’ll have nothing to wear.”

“That would be a tragedy.”

She huffed at his dry tone. “The girls would be bouncing all over the place.” She laughed as she unsnapped the bra and pulled the cups away.

A deep frown marred his handsome face. “You seem pretty comfortable around David.”

Maggie laughed again. “Believe me, David is not interested in me that way.”

“Good. I’d have to kill him.”

She shot him a scalding glare and he chuckled. A sound that made her heart fibrillate. “Just a figure of speech. Besides, I kind of figured that. I think the tutu gave him away.”

He palmed her breast and massaged gently, a gravelly moan purring from his chest. “Beautiful.” He looked towards the door. “Should we go into the bedroom?”

Maggie shuddered and adamantly shook her head. “This is the only clean room.”

He seemed to accept her response, but she saw a smile hiding in his eyes. She was about to say something, but all thought spun away to be replaced by drugging sensation when he rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. A blunt pleasure vibrated low under her skin, saturating her senses all at once. She braced her head back against the wall and jutted her breast into his touch. He lifted the large globes and fondled them, his fingers firmly massaging.

“There’re so many parts of your body that I love,” he admitted huskily. “It’s sometimes hard to decide which I love more.”

Maggie’s breath hitched.
Had he used the L word? Twice? Simmer down, sister…he’s using it in the general sense, and only talking body parts, not WHOLE person!

“You seem to be a breast man.” She smiled.

He pursed his sexy lips and squinted thoughtfully. “Hmmm, they are spectacular, but I’m afraid they’re a close second. I think you’d be surprised if I told you what’s first.”

“Butt?”

“Nope.” He swung his head back and forth and nibbled on her ear.

“Legs?” She was growing winded.

“Nope.”

“
Down there…?”
she croaked, and he looked up to grin down at her, the effect fluttering her stomach.

With his index finger he tapped the side of her head. “There. That crazy brain of yours. That’s my favorite part.” His grin widened when she frowned.

“Thanks, I think.”

He chuckled and nestled her close. “That’s a compliment. Although,
down
there
is damn nice too.”

She buried her nose in his chest and let her hands travel over the knolls of his shoulders and thick chest. She liked his adoring confessions. She’d never felt as sexy in her skin as she did now. She caught her bottom lip and smiled, a devilish affectation that summed up the thoughts running through her head. Her hand tracked over his tight abs, and she reveled inwardly when the muscles trembled beneath her touch. She moved lower and slipped her hand into his trousers, listening as his breath hastened its pace. She instantly felt the heat of his cock as it swelled and crowded the small space. His rod soon became stiff and hot and pushed eagerly into her palm. Wrapping her fingers around the solid girth, she squeezed, making him blow out a curse and buck his hips into her touch.

His lips found hers, and his tongue speared into her mouth, thrusting and sparring with hers. A groan chirred in her chest, knocking around in her lungs. The amazing feel of his flesh against her fingers inflamed her senses, and she became desperate to experience more of him. She quickly unbuttoned his pants and dragged them down his hips along with his boxers, just enough to free the thick length. She combed her fingers through the coarse dark hair of his groin then with both hands engulfed his straining shaft and tugged a quick jerky rhythm. She loved the satiny feel over hard marble.

He groaned and desire thrummed in her sex. She could feel moisture dampen her thin cotton panties and flow onto her thighs. His tongue swept through her mouth, and he nipped and sucked on her bottom lip. She wanted to roam her fingers all over his body, over the gorgeous angles of his face and into the deep cleft of his chin. She wanted to feel the breadth of his shoulders and the strong arch of his back, but there was no way she was releasing the enticing flesh she held in her palms. She gathered fluid that leaked from his slit and smeared it slowly along his throbbing length, making it slick and hot, driving her hands to his base and back to his fat crown.

“
Oh, God, Maggie.
” He threw his head back when she planted kisses on his neck and chest. His big hands covered hers, wrapping firmly around his rod. “Harder. I like it harder. Squeeze me.”

She learned quickly and rejoiced as he swelled impossibly bigger.

His hands palmed her breasts and squeezed hard, rough now as his passion flared. Desire lashed at her with a stinging whip and her entire body burned from wanting him.

“Take off your shirt.” Her voice was throaty and unrecognizable.

He drew the fabric up and over his head, and her mouth immediately latched on the tan disc of one nipple. She felt it bead under her tongue and moved over to sample the other. She drew on the pebble while her fingers danced lightly over his shaft. In one smooth motion she dropped to her knees and smiled wickedly as a curse broke from his chest.

She was eye level with his cock. It jutted forward, magnificent and proud, almost intimidating in its length and girth. Her hands glided over him, following the beautiful curve of his shaft. She loved the smooth hardness and the thick solid power that offered delicious promises. Her channel clenched rhythmically with impatience, and the desire lashing her senses was making her shake. Darting her tongue forward she lapped at the clear flow dripping from the distended head. His guttural oath was a deep trumpet in her ears. Maggie flicked her tongue over him, enjoying the tangy ambrosia. One hand moved lower to rub his weighty sacs while the other took a firm grip of his shaft and stroked him roughly. At the same time she leaned in and circled her tongue over the silky head of his cock.

“
Yes! Yes! That’s good! So fucking good!”
His fevered grunts spurred her on.

Groaning and wild with need, she closed her lips over his flesh and drew him deep into the warmth of her mouth. His hands flew to her head, his fingers twining her hair in a stinging grip. He held her steady and tried to slow her down, but desire made her greedy, and she gobbled and suckled with unrestrained enthusiasm.

“
Aaahhhh, fuck! Stop, now!”
He quickly jerked his hips back, pulling his length from the tight suction of her cheeks, and he moaned again, long and savage. Maggie watched him struggle to stem his release. She sat back on her calves and absorbed the vision of his sinfully gorgeous body. The muscles of his face were drawn and his teeth fiercely clenched; a look of pleasurable agony sculpted his gorgeous face. Dark hair fell over his forehead, partially shielding his turbid eyes. His thick shoulders and chest bunched and quivered successively. His thick thighs were rock solid, supporting hips that brandished the sheer beauty of his engorged manhood twitching and leaking scant drops of pearly fluid. She felt a tremor pass through her, her body issuing its own plea for a connection to this man and needing the release he would give her.

She rose when Gabe took her hands and drew her up. Leaning over, he peeled her underwear down her legs and stepped out of his pants.

“I need you.” His rusty voice echoed against the shell of her ear. He kissed her thoroughly and pressed her back against the wall. “I’m sorry. I can’t wait.”

Maggie gasped and quivered when his fingers slid between her thighs, testing her readiness. She watched his smile spread and his dark lashes droop and knew he felt the copious evidence of her arousal.

“Ummm…you are so wet. I want inside so bad.” The corner of his lips tilted. “You can guess which part is my favorite right now.”

She panted short labored breaths, the air rocketing from her lungs when he pushed a finger inside her. “Please, Gabe. I need you too.”

He turned her around so she faced the wall and braced her palms flat against it. She squeezed her eyes shut when she felt him at her back. He lifted her hair and painted tiny kisses along the nape of her neck and across her shoulders, sending chills skating down her back.

“Hurry.” She shuddered, suffering with her need for him.

Gabe tilted her forward and ran his palms along the globes of her ass, slipping his fingers low to dart along her cleft. She felt the heat of his big body cloak her back. Her knees wobbled; she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stay upright. She was just wondering at that when she felt the slippery prod of his wide head against her entrance. She burned with anticipation and wantonly arched her hips back in offering.

“Oh, God. Gabe…please…
now
—”

He powered into her with one long deep stretching stroke. Her last word warped into a keening sob, a high pitched choking song of undiluted pleasure. Gabe rumbled a choppy moan behind her, and she felt his long fingers curl around her hips, holding her firm. He gave her no quarter and immediately set a frenzied rhythm. He pummeled her furiously, his sac slapping erotically against her sensitive perineum. Every muscle in her body seized, and she pushed up on her toes, bracing fast against the cold tile.

A tempest surged inside her, starting at the hot pleasure sawing between her legs, giving each nerve ending a luscious rub. She was glad for the support of the wall because her body was a mass of quivering flesh, saturated with lust and singing a wild, inarticulate tune. She grunted and groaned, begged and screamed, anything to feed the dizzying hunger. Gabe held her tight, his lips against her ear. He whispered deliciously dirty things that cut a sharp edge to her pleasure. She pushed back against him, matching every deep thrust. The fingers on her hips tightened in a bruising grip.

“Oh yes, Maggie.
I’m gonna come!
” he bellowed from behind her, his voice a harsh declaration, his cock a driving piston. She felt his shaft jerk and start to empty inside her and she chanted his name, unable to coherently form another word.

Suddenly he curled over her, his fingers locating the area above their joined, slick flesh. He cupped his hand and gently tapped her folds. Pleasure vibrated through her sex. He did it once more, this time a little firmer, and she choked out a long broken moan. The surface of his fingers made contact with every part of her sensitive flesh, including the tight knot in the middle and the dull quick thump of his palm jumped every nerve ending to life. Meanwhile he continued to deliver sharp thrusts inside her. He tapped her once more, harder, and instantly ignited her to flames. Her body seized and she cried out. She didn’t know when the fire started. She just knew it was spreading. And she couldn’t stop it. Never wanted it to stop. Ever. Pure ecstasy consumed her, blinded her, deafened her, and scalded her with its devastating heat.

They both hugged the cool wall, Maggie’s cheek pressed against it, Gabe’s naked body sheltering hers. Her fingers were splayed flat on either side of her head with his own entwined. The gusts of their mingled breaths sang a soft duet in the suddenly quiet room. Maggie kept her eyes closed, wanting to bask in the joy of her sated body and the happy contentment of her world. A sheen of sweat coated her body and she could see a rosy flush had settled on her skin. She heard activity in the other room and it pulled her mind to the present.

“I think David is back.”

Gabe nuzzled his nose into the side of her neck. “Um-hum, I know. He’s been back for a while now.”

“Really?” Maggie’s head lifted up from the wall. She caught her lip between her teeth. “We should get out of here. We’ve usurped his bathroom.”

“Mmmm.” His lips danced along her shoulder, a light two-step. “I’m sure he doesn’t mind,” Gabe added lazily, his voice drowsy and deep.

She chuckled and squeezed the fingers laced with hers. “You don’t know David. He’s probably timing us.”

She sensed him smile behind her. “You mean he won’t use tact and discretion and pretend he didn’t hear us?”

Just then a sharp banging came from the bathroom door, and David’s sing-song voice rang into the room.