Hooked on You: An Annapolis Harbor Series Prequel, Lea Coll [love letters to the dead .txt] 📗

been so impulsive. I didn’t know where I stood with him, but I didn’t care. “Gabe,” I pleaded, arching into him, encouraging him to pump his fingers inside. “Please.”

“I’ve dreamt about you under me. I didn’t think it would ever happen.” He placed kisses on my neck, driving me wild with his touch and his honesty. He slowly stroked me but he didn’t slip a finger inside where I wanted him—no, where I needed him.

Frustrated, I lifted up on my elbows, wiggled out of my tight jeans, and lifted my top off. Kneeling, I turned my attention to him. He still wore his T-shirt and jeans. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

But he wasn’t paying attention to my words. He was fixated on my body. Suddenly self-conscious, I sat back on my heels and tried to cover myself. His hands stilled my wrists. “No, don’t cover yourself. You’re beautiful.” I felt a flush start in my chest up my neck and my face. Releasing my wrists, he cupped my face, looked deep into my eyes, and said, “You’re perfect.”

Why had I thought he would be the perfect one-night stand? We’d only begun, and his sweet words were churning emotions inside me I hadn’t expected.

Then he kissed me again, as one hand moved to the back of my head as his other hand slipped under my panties and into me. I whimpered into his mouth. God, he was good at this. He set a steady rhythm as his finger pistoned inside me and curled to find my g-spot. The orgasm crashed into me hard, leaving me breathless as I tore my mouth from his.

I pushed the embarrassment that I’d been so responsive aside. I’d never been more desperate for a man. No matter where this thing between Gabe and I went in the future I’d have this as an experience. I fully intended to stay in the moment and enjoy it.

He slowly laid me back on the bed, removing my panties, and unsnapping my bra, leaving me naked and spread-eagled on my bed. He hovered over me as my hands drifted under his shirt, caressing his rippling muscles. The roughness of his jeans teased my thighs as he settled between my legs and rubbed his hard cock on my core.

Fuck. That was hot. He took one nipple into his mouth as he continued to rock against me, the friction of his jeans slowly driving me up again. My hands went to the back of his head, tangling with his hair, and holding him to my breasts.

“I want more.” I wanted him inside me—driving into me hard. “Please.”

With a quick kiss to my mouth he lifted off me, my nipples damp and puckered from his attention and the cold air. I watched as he removed his shirt with one hand and grabbed a condom from his wallet, tossing it onto the bed. He tugged off his jeans and finally stood next to the bed naked.

The moonlight coming through the French doors revealed every muscle in his body. He was so defined, his arms, his abs, and his powerful thighs. Without a shirt, I finally saw the tattoos covering his arms. I hoped I’d have time to explore them more later.

He placed a knee on the bed, ripped open the condom, and sheathed himself. “Are you sure?” His eyes shot to mine, hesitant for the first time since he’d carried me into my bedroom.

“Yes.” I’d never wanted anything more. I held out my hand for him to come closer. The hair on his thighs tickled mine as he settled his hard cock at my entrance.

I loved the confident way he explored my body. I moaned as he finally slid his tip inside me. I closed my eyes, wanting to savor the feeling of him, knowing I’d never recover from it.

“Open your eyes, baby.” His voice was low and rough.

My eyes opened to find his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them. “I want you to see me when we’re fucking. I want you to know you’re with me.”

His words dove deep inside me taking root. How could I forget? I’d never responded to anyone like this. “I’m with you.” I fought the temptation to close my eyes because it felt so good.

Then he drove into me to the hilt, pausing a second for me to adjust. My hands dug into his back urging him to move as I arched up. He picked a slow and steady rhythm hitting my g-spot with each thrust. It was too much. “Gabe,” I whined, slowly losing my mind with each stroke.

“Let go, baby. I’ve got you.” Then he tilted my hips, enabling him to grind into my clit as I exploded into a ball of white-hot heat for him.

Coming down from the high, a feeling of uneasiness traveled through my body. Why had I let myself go so easily? I’d never been more free and open with a man. It was dangerous.

His face was focused in concentration and I wanted him to lose control. I tapped his side lightly so he’d get the hint. He rolled, taking me with him until I was riding him.

His eyes traveled over my body, his hands cupped my breasts. “You’re so hot.”

His admiration of my body spurred me on as I slowly rose up and slid back down. I could do this. I could be with him and not lose myself. After a few minutes of me controlling the tempo, he gripped my hips tightly and thrust up a few times until he groaned his release.

Despite being on top, the feeling of vulnerability didn’t go away. I lifted off of him as he removed the condom and threw it out in the bathroom. I lay unmoving, unsure what to do next. I’d never been with a guy where we hadn’t already discussed exclusivity, but I needed to keep this light. My time here was temporary. This couldn’t be anything serious, even though it felt like we’d solidified the connection we’d made