Page 47 of Dare to Surrender (NY Dares 1)
Welcome to my new world. I wasn’t complaining.
Especially not when he slid his tongue deep inside me, setting off sparks that had my entire body trembling and on the edge
of release. I raised my hips, rubbing myself against him until I exploded, moaning loudly, shaking as he kept me coming, replacing his tongue with his finger and curling it forward, hitting exactly the right spot.
I came harder, the sensations reaching every part of my body, ever-heightening waves consuming me. “Oh Gabe.”
“I’m right here, kitten.” Suddenly Gabe was over me, thrusting deep, hitting the same spectacular place inside me as his finger. But he was bigger, thicker, longer, and if I thought I’d shattered before, I was done for now.
“Keep coming for me,” he said in a harsh voice.
I did. I was. My fingers curled into his back, gripping his skin, and he groaned, increasing the power of each deliberate thrust. It felt like heaven as he reached deeper, not just into my body but into my heart.
One final push and he came on a loud shout that sounded like my name, but I was still lost in sensation. Lost in Gabe. I wrapped my arms around him, holding his sweat-slickened skin as his harsh breathing rasped in my ear and his heavy body pressed me into the mattress. I struggled to breathe, not caring a bit.
Minutes later, our breathing still choppy, he did a slow roll to one side. “That was fucking fantastic,” he muttered.
I couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah, it was.”
“Had to give you a birthday present to start your day.” He pressed a lingering kiss to my lips.
“You know?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I know everything about you. Even the things you don’t think are important enough to tell me.” His tone told me he wasn’t pleased by the omission.
I blinked in surprise. Then decided to give him more of me. “Has it escaped your notice that I’ve met your family and you haven’t met mine?”
“Sally and Marvin Masters. College professors. Teachers,” he said.
“They prefer the term educators,” I said in a haughty tone.
Gabe sneered. “Cold-hearted individuals—”
“Who never meant to have a child,” I said, reminding him of what had molded me into who I was.
“But they did, which meant they had obligations, and I’m not talking about the basics of food, clothing, and shelter.”
I shrugged. “I realize now that their lack of warmth had me looking for it in the wrong places. I mistook what Lance offered for caring because I didn’t know better.” I shrugged and paused. “Maybe he did care in the beginning. I can’t imagine I gave up my whole life for nothing, but he changed.”
Gabe shrugged. “You know better now, kitten. You know exactly what it means to have someone care.” He played with a lock of my hair, twisting it around his finger.
I smiled at that. “I do.” I glanced at the clock, hating to interrupt our cuddling, but I knew his schedule. “You need to go, or you’ll be late.”
“They can’t run the meeting without me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Arrogant ass.”
He grinned and levered into a sitting position, then pushed up from the bed. “Whatever works. See you home after work?”
I nodded, having a difficult time keeping my eyes on his face and not the rest of his spectacularly fine nude body.
He leaned down and kissed my nose. “No cooking. We’re going out.”
“But—”
He shook his head. “No buts. Your first real birthday celebration is going to be a special one.” His dark blue eyes sparkled with delight—and an obvious plan.
The child in me, the one who’d never known a true celebration in her honor, lit up inside at the notion. “Whatever you say.”
