Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
“Um, can you get it?”
He laughs. “You can’t?”
“No!” I blush deeply.
“And why is that.”
“Um, because I’m in my underwear and a tank top.”
“And?”
I groan. “And I’m all wet, and I’m…” I blush. “And I’m not wearing a bra, and everything is going to be all… you know.”
He looks at me, and I sigh heavily.
“All see-through, okay?”
“Because your panties are all wet?”
My face turns crimson at the wolfish grin on his face.
“Look, forget it.”
Gabriel chuckles. “Alright, alright. I’ll get it for you. But only if you’re sure.”
“I’m quite sure,” I groan. “And thank you.”
He grins. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
My brow wrinkles. “Warn me about wh—” I shriek and quickly squeeze my eyes shut as he stands, revealing every freaking inch of his dripping wet, sculpted, inked, completely naked body.
“Gabriel!” I gasp. “You’re naked!”
He laughs. “Well why in the hell would I go in my own hot tub with clothes on?”
“A bathing suit?” I blanche.
He chuckles deeply. “You still want that Pepsi?”
“No thank you,” I groan through tightly shut eyes.
There’s a sloshing sound of him settling back into the water.
“You can open them.”
“Are you decent?”
“I’m naked two feet away from you in a baptism tub, Delilah,” he growls. “Not sure if that’s going to fly as ‘decent’ by any metric.”
I smile. “You know what I mean.”
“I do, but I’m thinking that might go against the spirit of this entire thing.”
I blush, but I slowly open my eyes. He is, in fact, sitting back in the water. “Meaning?”
“You want me to ‘show you sin?’” he growls. “You want me to be your damn coach for the real world out there?”
I swallow, nodding slowly.
“Then why shy away? I mean that was your shot—a guy with basically no shame willing to let you take a peek.”
I blush furiously. “Well, maybe I don’t want a peek.”
Gabriel grins. “Sure you do.”
I drop my eyes as the heat pours over me.
“At some point in life, I’m just saying, you’re gonna see a man naked.”
“Yes, my husband,” I say tersely.
He rolls his eyes. “You know what, this was a bad idea.”
I frown. “What? Why?”
“Because I don’t think you really know why you came here, and I think this is a bad idea.” He takes a slow pull from his whiskey. “And I think you should go.”
Screw it. I purse my lips, my heart racing. I know exactly why I came here tonight. I’ve just been tiptoeing around it. I’ve even been pretending to myself that it’s not why I’m here, but it is.
“You know why I’m here?”
“No, not really. I thought I made that pretty clear—”
“For this.”
I stand from the little submerged seat, and the water sloshes as I cross the distance to him. And before either of us can say a word, or before I can second guess this, I slosh right over him and slide into his lap.
Oh God.
Oh, he’s naked, alright. I gasp as my bare thighs brush his, my knees slipping around his waist. And there, pulsing and throbbing and hardening against my panties, is his… his cock.
Gabriel growls, and suddenly his big hands slide over me, gripping my waist tightly. He looks up into my eyes as he holds me possessively in his lap, his erection throbbing like a beating muscle between my thighs and making me… well, making me wet. Sinfully, heart-pulsingly wet.
“You sure you know what you’re doing?” he growls.
“No,” I gasp. “But I’m done being scared that I don’t.”
He groans. “C’mere, beautiful.”
His hand slides up my back and tangles in my long hair. And suddenly, he pulls me into him, and I moan as his lips crush to mine.
And if this is a sin, take me to Hell. Because once I’ve had a taste of Gabriel Marsden, I never want to go back to what I was before.
Chapter Ten
Delilah
I gasp as his hands slide over me, and I moan into his lips as his tongue seeks mine. There’s a fierceness to his kiss and a hunger in his grip, and I melt against his lap eagerly and willingly. I know this is wrong, and sinful, but I also can’t say no to it. I don’t want to say no this time, because I want this with every part of my soul—damned or not.
Gabriel’s hands tease back over my waist, and his fingers slip under the hem of my tank top. He grips it tightly, and I whimper as he begins to peel it up, over my skin. I tremble, gasping into his mouth as he pulls it higher and higher, until it’s bunched just under my breasts. I know I could stop him. I know I could end this now, and walk away, and it’s not like he’d force me, even with how much bigger than me he is, and how strong he is.
But I’m not going to do that. Tonight, I’m saying yes, and I’m not stopping any of this.