Page 50 of Promised to the Cowboy

Chapter 13

Evie

Gabriel huffs a laugh. “Easy fix, darlin’.”

He stands, and the loss of his warmth makes me shiver despite the heat still pulsing through my veins. Moonlight filters through the half-drawn curtains, catching the strong lines of his shoulders as he turns to face me fully.

He ducks his chin for a moment, like he’s not quite sure what to do with being looked at. Then his eyes find mine—dark, hungry, and full of quiet, devastating tenderness.

“Eyes on me, darlin’,” he murmurs.

I couldn’t look away if I tried.

Gabriel reaches for the hem of his T-shirt first, pulling it up and over his head in one fluid motion. The fabric whispers against his skin, revealing the muscles I traced with my fingers and lips that night at the motel. Broad chest, the faint dusting of hair that arrows down toward his belt, the flex of his abs as he drops the shirt carelessly to the floor. My gaze follows every inch, drinking him in like I’m starving.

Then his hands drop to his belt. The buckle clinks as he unfastens it, the leather sliding free with a deliberate rasp that sends a fresh pulse of heat straight to my core. He doesn’t rush. He knows I’m watching—knows exactly what it does to me.

The zipper comes down. He shoves his jeans and boxers down his hips in one go, kicking them aside. And then he’s bare, gloriously so. Thick and hard, flushed dark with need, the sight of him making my mouth go dry even after the orgasm that just wrecked me. Thighs like carved stone, that narrow waist, the way his cock twitches under my stare like it’s reaching for me already.

“Jesus, Gabe,” I breathe, the words slipping out before I can stop them.

In two strides, he’s at the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he climbs in and settles behind me. One strong arm slides under my head, the other wraps around to cradle the gentle swell of my stomach, his big palm warm and protective over the life we’ve made. No weight on me. Just him surrounding me, solid and safe, his chest pressed to my back and his knees tucked up behind mine.

“Like this,” he murmurs against my neck, voice husky. “Don’t want to put any pressure on you, darlin’.”

I melt back into him, my body already aching for more. His cock, heavy and hot, nestles against the curve of my ass, sliding along my slick folds as he rocks once, slow and deliberate. The position lets me feel every inch of him without him looming over me, and the way his hand splays possessively across my belly makes my insides clench with need.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

The awe and reverence in his voice have me looking over my shoulder at him. It’s there in his eyes as he stares down at me.

Lifting my leg, he eases it back over his, opening me up to him so his fingers can find my heat.

“Gabe…” I whisper as he strokes me.

He parts them and dips one finger inside me.

“You’re hot and wet and so fucking tight,” he says in a near groan.

Another finger slips inside me, and I arch helplessly. I’m not going to last. My body is painfully aware of him. I want him with every breath.

I turn my head, and my cheek brushes his lips. He kisses me, sending a shiver through my whole body.

Sudden tears flood my eyes, and I blink rapidly.Must be the hormones.

“Make love to me,” I whisper. “Please, Gabriel. I need you.”

He pauses for just a moment, and a low shudder works its way through his body, vibrating through me. I can feel his contained energy and his reaction to my soft plea.

He withdraws his fingers, and I feel him grasp his cock behind me. Positioning himself at my entrance, his lips find my ear. One kiss. Two. Then he murmurs, low and sweet,

“Relax, darlin’. Let me take care of you.”

He nudges forward, his hips pressing into my ass as he pushes inside me. I suck in my breath, then close my eyes when his shallow thrust sends streaks of pleasure through my pussy.

Back and forth. He rocks against me, slow and measured, none of his thrusts going too deep. His hand moves possessively to my hip, his fingers curled into my skin, holding me as he moves faster, now but still as carefully as before.

He’s driving me crazy.