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“You. Are. Perfection.” My heart swelled, and I preened beneath his praise. My stomach dipped as he slid his hands up my thighs. His head lowered, and he peppered kisses across my lower belly as he used his fingers to spread my arousal around. I gasped when he plunged two fingers inside me. He didn’t give me even a second to catch my breath before his tongue was on my clit again. This time, he didn’t stop.
He licked and flicked, swirled and circled until I thought the pleasure might split me in two. He curled his fingers inside me as he slowly worked them in and out. I was on the precipice, ready to tumble over the edge. With one final flick of his tongue, I shattered.
I was still riding out the final waves of my orgasm when he lifted me off the saddle, flipped me over, and turned my body so I was sprawled across it. Kneeling behind me, he hiked up my dress and smoothed his hands over my ass. My skin pebbled with anticipation at the sound of his zipper lowering the rest of the way. There was rustling as he stood and removed his jeans. His quiet footsteps padded across the floor and a moment later, he crouched in front of me. He had a set of reins in his hands.
“You got to tie me up. Now it’s my turn.” My pulse thundered in my chest as he wound the leather around my wrists. The exhilaration made me dizzy. When he stood, his erection jutted out long and proud. My mouth watered for it, and I licked my lips. As if reading my mind, he smirked down at me.
“Not this time, Little Menace. I need to be inside you. Now.” I felt the rumble of his gruff voice down to my core.
“Yes,” I moaned shamelessly. He settled in behind me once again and grazed his hands up the backs of my thighs. I expected him to get right to it, but he didn’t. He took his time touching and exploring my curves. He brushed his lips along my exposed shoulders and back before trailing them up my neck. He settled his body over mine and cupped my chin, turning my head sohe could capture my lips with his. Pressing his hips forward, he entered me at the same moment his tongue dove inside my mouth.
I moaned and tightened around him. The position allowed him to go deeper and made me feel fuller than ever before.
“Fuck, Jasmine, you feel … fuck,” he drew out, consumed by pleasure. I couldn’t blame him. I was overcome with sensation. I couldn’t form a coherent thought if I tried. Then he began to move. He thrust in and out in a rhythmic pace that had my toes curling and my legs shaking. Between the added fullness, the angle of his penetration, and the pressure of the saddle against my hips and lower belly, my orgasm mounted quickly. He kept hitting that spot that made tension coil deliciously deep inside. I’d only felt it one other time before, that first night Gabe and I were together.
“You.” Thrust. “Take me.” Thrust. “So well,” he praised as everything inside me began to tighten up.
“Oh, fuck. Yes, Gabe,” I panted as the pressure grew almost unbearable. “That’s it. Yes. Harder.” He pounded into me, giving me exactly what I needed. I cried out and pinched my eyes closed as stars burst behind my lids. Gabe pulled out, and a gush of liquid warmth rushed out of me.
He growled his approval and thrust back inside. He pumped in and out, chasing his release with reckless abandon. I was a boneless, whimpering mess by the time he came, my name a whisper on his lips. He kissed my hair and the side of my face as he murmured more words of praise against my skin.
Once he caught his breath, he lifted off me and untied my wrists. Then he spread a thick blanket on the floor and pulled me into his arms, curling his body around mine.
“I’ve missed you. I’ve missedthis,” he said, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “I only got to hold you a couple times before being thrust back into reality.”
My chest tightened with regret. I wished we could do this every night. I couldn’t wait until we could be together openly. We needed to tell my parents about us soon. I just hadn’t figured out the best way to do that yet. I’d convinced myself that they would eventually come to terms with it, that one day they would accept a relationship between Gabe and me, but now that I was faced with the reality of it, my confidence wavered. After my conversation with Nash, my doubts had multiplied.
I considered telling Gabe what he’d said, but decided against it. I didn’t want to ruin the moment or cause him any more distress, so I pushed it out of my head and decided to simply live in the moment. Rolling over, I cupped his cheek.
“I’ve missed this, too.” I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. When I pulled back, he searched my eyes, and his throat bobbed with a rough swallow.
“I’m so glad you didn’t give up on us. I was an idiot and a coward and spent far too long trying to resist what was inevitable. I almost missed out on the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he said, his eyes full of affection.
“Gabe,” I whispered, my heart fluttering as my chest swelled with emotion.
“You own every part of me, body, heart, and soul.”
I was struck speechless by his sweet declaration. There were no words to express how he made me feel. So instead of telling him, I decided to show him. Curving my hand around the back of his neck, I brought his mouth down on mine, pouring every ounce of my adoration into the kiss. His arms tightened around me, and I threaded my fingers through his hair.
I pulled back, holding his gaze as I guided him onto his back and straddled his hips. Lifting my dress, I lowered myself onto his lap, trapping his rapidly hardening cock between us. His hands bracketed my thighs, and he hissed in a breath when I started to rub myself up and down his shaft. He gripped my hipsand began guiding my movements, working his length against my aching clit. I was already so swollen and sensitive, it didn't take long for my release to build. My eyes stayed locked on his until the second I detonated, and they fell closed of their own volition.
I gasped and they shot open again when he thrust into me, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. He reached up and brushed his thumb over my nipple, and I tightened around him.
“Take off the dress,” he demanded. “I want to watch you ride me.”
I tore the dress over my head and tossed it aside. His eyes filled with reverence as they drank me in. I rode him slowly, savoring every second. He slid his large, calloused hands up my waist and cupped my breast, rubbing and plucking my nipples until they were tight peaks. I rode him faster, chasing my release. His guttural groans and the flexing of his abs alerted me he was close too. He dropped his hands to my hips and held me in place as he thrust up into me.
And this time, we came together.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
JASMINE
Iwas floating on cloud nine. I’d won my first race of the weekend. The new lingerie I’d ordered came in just before we left, so I got to surprise Gabe with it last night. He’d been very pleased with my purchase. But most importantly, I finally got him all to myself for an entire night. No sneaking out to the barn or worrying about someone seeing us. We got to share a bed, to fall asleep and wake up in each other’s arms. And we’d get to do it again tonight.
We were just far enough from home to justify staying gone another night. Driving back immediately after the competition would put us getting home close to midnight, so we would have to wait until morning to leave.
Unfortunately, I was now running late. Gabe and I had spent a little too much time taking advantage of our isolation and shared bed. I was scarfing down my breakfast as we rushed out the door, but I was too nervous to finish it. My stomach was in knots. This was a big competition, and there was a lot of money on the line. I tossed the remainder away and took a big gulp of my coffee. Sharing a bed with Gabe again meant not gettingenough sleep. I needed the jolt from the caffeine if I had any hope of performing well again today.
