ass. There was nothing casual about the way he hooked his thumbs in her panties and wrenched them swiftly down her legs, or the way he flung them and they landed on the pot rack hanging from the ceiling.
She snickered. It was a fitting place for them to land. If he let her , she’d cook with those pots—and leave her panties hanging there.
No. No cozy dinners in their future. She couldn’t let her mind drift down that road. Just sex. Hot, meaningless sex. Her mind refocused as he unbuttoned his jeans, and his shaft sprang free. Gripping his cock in her hand, she stroked over his silky, hot, hard flesh.
“Oh, God, Gabrielle… You have no idea how much—”
Gabrielle cut him off by kissing him hard on the mouth. Hearing him say anything that could ruin this moment, ruin their arrangement, even if she was thinking the same very wrong thoughts, was not in the plan.
“Do you have something ?” she whispered as she slid her mouth along his chin to his neck, sucking hard on his whiskered flesh.
“Yeah .” Holden pulled a package from his back pocket and tore it open.
She found it hilarious that guys always seemed to be prepared with condoms . But he had invited her over. Maybe he’d anticipated… Just like the first time they’d been together, she took hold of the condom and rolled it down his rigid length.
“Do you want to go upstairs?” he asked, bending low to teeth her hardened nipple through the silk of her dress and bra.
Gabrielle moaned loudly, rolling her hips toward his. “No, not upstairs. Right here.”
Kitchen sex was a fantasy she intended to see through. She yanked open the buttons at the top of her dress and tugged down her matching lace bra, exposing her nipple, which Holden quickly latched into his hot mouth. Gripping his cock tight in her hands, she pressed him toward her opening.
“I need you, right now,” she said.
H olden gripped her hips as she guided him to her center, and when he’d slowly gone in an inch, he thrust all the way forward. They both groaned out their pleasure. Holden pulled down the other cup of her bra, exposing her breast to his mouth.
Gabrielle wrapped her legs around his hips and held tight to his shoulders as Holden drove inside her again and again. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, the hottest part between her thighs. This was even better than any of her memories and fantasies stemming from that one fateful night. Nothing beat the real thing.
Her nails anchor ed in his shoulders and she searched out his lips for a hot, heart-stopping kiss. He quickened his pace, holding her hips steady to his pounding thrusts. She was so close, her body reaching for orgasm. Her legs shook and she tried to gyrate her hips in time with his thrusts, but she was slowly losing control.
“Yeah, baby, come for me,” he rasped against her mouth.
And oh, did she want to. Desperately. “Yes!” she shouted, feeling herself falling over the edge. Orgasmic waves captured her from within and soared outward. Literally, she felt her insides flood with ecstatic pleasure.
Holden pounded harder, shouting out his own release and capturing her mouth in another searing kiss. The y rocked back and forth slowly until their bodies stopped shaking, their breaths evened out and their heartbeats had slowed.
Holden’s forehead rested against hers, and his eyes were closed. She didn’t want him to open them. Didn’t want to see how this encounter had changed him. Because she knew for damn sure it had changed her.
He’d just rocked her world—and it had been anything but casual.
She nudged him until he moved away. Without looking at him, she hopped off the counter, righted her dress, grabbed her purse and headed for the door, tossing over her shoulder with a coy grin she did not feel, “Best rebound sex ever.”
She had to get out of there. This was just too intense and if she was going to keep it as strictly a rebound, leaving now was for the best.
She did stop once to turn