Page 46 of Enticed
“It was a great run,” Gabe assured me, throwing an arm around my shoulder. He pressed a kiss to the side of my head, and everything inside me warmed. He seemed to be growing more comfortable with casual affection, and that caused tingles to erupt in my belly. “She only had you beat by a few hundredths of a second. You’ll get the next one,” he declared confidently.
We went through Juniper’s post-race routine, and once her legs were wrapped, we settled her into the trailer. As suspected, Gabe instructed me to head inside and prepare for the trip home while he packed up the rest of our supplies. He always encouraged me to take it easy after a race, so he did most of the grunt work while I made sure everything inside the living quarters was secured for travel. This gave me the perfect opportunity to set my plan into motion.
Grabbing the old set of reins I’d stashed under the sink when he wasn’t looking, I laid them out across one of the chairs and dragged it into the corner facing the sofa bed. Then I freshened up in the bathroom and applied a little makeup before letting my braid down and shaking out my long dark hair. I slipped on a long lariat style necklace with a choker and a chain that dipped between my breasts. It was unapologetically sexy and made the simple black bra and matching panties I paired it with look farmore sensual. I was about to give Gabe a show, so I had to look the part.
After hearing him moan my name last night while he got himself off, I realized I’d have to be the one to make the first move. I’d been waiting on him to give in, but what he needed was a little … encouragement.
I lightly spritzed my perfume over my pulse points and brushed my teeth.Just in case. Turning to check out my body from all angles in the mirror, I determined this was as good as it would get. Just as I was about to step out of the bathroom, I heard the door creak open, and the trailer dipped ever so slightly as Gabe stepped inside.
Perfect timing.
A few seconds went by before I heard him call out for me. I drew in a deep breath and released it slowly to calm my nerves before stepping out of the bathroom. He was looking down at the chair, his brow furrowed in confusion when I emerged. His head lifted, and he froze when he caught sight of me. His mouth fell open, and he blinked a few times before slamming it shut and swallowing.
“Jasmine,” he croaked, and I chanced a step in his direction.
“Gabriel,” I said, my voice low and sultry. Slowly, I crossed the distance to him, hoping my walk looked as sensual as it felt. I let my hips sway as I put one foot in front of the other. His gaze heated and raked down my body.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice strained. The rough cadence of it heated my blood and caused a stirring low in my belly.
“Showing you what you’re missing out on,” I answered, reaching out to flatten my palm on his chest. His heart rate shot into a gallop, his pulse increasing with every passing second. “Showing you everything you could have, if you would just allow yourself to reach for it.” Sliding my hand up his chest andover his shoulder, I cupped the back of his neck and pressed my body against his. His growing erection brushed against my stomach, and he hissed in a breath. “I’m all yours, if you want me,” I whispered, my gaze dropping to his mouth and practically begging him to kiss me.
“Jasmine,” he repeated, his voice pained. “I-I want to touch you, but I can’t.” I’d anticipated this reaction, and I had a solution.
“Just because you can’t touch doesn’t mean you can’t watch,” I said conspiratorially as I took a small step back and skirted around him, letting my hand drag over his chest and down his torso. Fisting the fabric just beneath his ribs, I tugged at it until he turned to face me. I leaned down and swiped the reins off the chair before backing him up to it. When the backs of his knees hit the edge of the seat, all it took was the slightest nudge against his chest, and he dropped onto it.
“And just to make sure you’re not too tempted to break your own rules, I’ve brought us some … insurance.” I grabbed the reins and held them up for him to see. Then I proceed to stretch the braided leather across his torso, pinning his arms in place just above the elbows. Bracing a knee on the seat between his legs, I leaned forward close enough for him to bury his nose in my hair. A growled curse rumbled from his chest, and I smiled triumphantly as I looped the reins through the arms of the chair and secured them behind his back.
Schooling my expression, I straightened and stepped back, letting him look his fill. His gaze darkened as I slowly lowered myself onto the sofa bed, his eyes tracking every movement.
“Tell me exactly what you would do to me if you could.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
GABE
My heart nearly beat out of my chest as Jasmine leaned back on her elbows, leveling her heated gaze on me. I was already half hard, but the sight and her breathy command had the rest of my blood rushing to my cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned dropping my head back and pinching my eyes shut. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“No, I’m just following your rules. You said you couldn’t touch me, so I’m going to touch myself, and you’re going to guide me.” She stared straight into my eyes when she said it. There was a flash of uncertainty in her gaze as though she worried I might refuse her, but it was overshadowed by the hope I would play along. “Tell me how you would touch me.”
I let my greedy gaze rake over her body before responding. “First I would kiss you. I’d start with your lips then work my way down your neck and to your breasts,” I announced without hesitation. I’d thought of this so many times. It wouldn’t be hard to fulfill her request. She trailed her fingers over the path I’d outlined, fluttering them over her skin as I would my lips. “I would tease the tops of your breasts, peppering kisses along the edge of your bra.” She gently brushed her fingertips acrossthe swells of her breasts before slipping the straps down her shoulders.
I continued, transfixed by the motion. “Then I’d yank the cups down and suck on your pretty pink nipples, flicking one with my tongue while I used my fingers to play with the other.” I could almost taste her skin on my tongue, imagining how sweet she would be. She obediently pushed the cups of her bra down to expose her breasts. Licking both of her middle fingers, she brought them down to circle each nipple, plucking and pinching them until they were tight peaks.
The string of curses I groaned was a desperate plea. Her breaths started coming faster, and her entire body flushed.
“Take off your bra,” I demanded. She sat up and unhooked her bra, slowly pulling the straps off her arms. Then she tossed it at me, giggling when it bounced off my chest. “Fuck, I love that sound,” I said, shifting in my seat as I fought the urge to break out of these reins. My jeans were strangling my cock, and it was begging for release.
“What would you do next?” she asked in a sultry voice, prompting me to provide the next instruction.
“I would peel those panties off slowly,” I began. She hooked her fingers into her waistband and began shimmying them over her hips as I continued. “Savoring the way your breath caught as I revealed your dripping wet cunt.” She sucked in a sharp breath, just as I predicted. “Slow down,” I demanded. “I want to take my time with you.” She was so worked up, she’d begun to frantically shove her panties down her legs. She halted her progress and slid the fabric over her skin at an agonizingly slow pace. “That’s it,” I praised, and she whimpered, pressing her thighs together. She squirmed, desperate to get some friction, and the muscles in her stomach clenched. That was when I noticed something was missing.
“Where’s your insulin pump?” I growled, and she glanced at me as panic seized my chest.
“I took it off,” she replied and I scowled, displeased by her recklessness. “I needed to change my insertion site today, so I figured now was as good a time as any to remove it.” My scowl deepened, and I opened my mouth to protest, worried about her going too long without it, but she giggled and waved me off. “Don’t worry. My blood sugar is currently within range. I’ll hook it back up when we’re done having our fun,” she claimed as she slipped her panties the rest of the way off.
My gaze slid over her naked body, and she simply sat there for a moment, letting me drink her in. My chest heaved with ragged breaths as I tried to calm my racing pulse. Rising from the bed, she sauntered toward me and bent over suggestively. Balling up her discarded undergarment, she stuffed it into my shirt pocket and patted it twice.
