“Baby, if I teach you much more, I won’t live through it. You’re already perfect, to tell you the truth. You always were.” His voice sounded husky and vulnerable.
Chloe reached over and put a hand on his thigh, needing to touch him. “I thought you liked to be the boss in the bedroom.”
So far, he’d been demanding, but she had been too afraid to completely trust him, to completely let go and follow. She knew he’d never completely relinquished control either. He was still careful, and it wasn’t necessary anymore.
“Sweetheart, I can’t—”
“That’s too bad,” she interrupted him thoughtfully. “I was thinking that could be pretty hot.”
“You do?” Gabe sounded like he was breathing heavily.
“I do,” she admitted, loving the idea of Gabe demanding her compliance in the bedroom. The whole idea turned her on. He was already a demanding lover, but she’d love to put herself at his complete mercy. It was a measure of trust, and she did trust him. He’d make it the most pleasurable experience imaginable. “I want to be yours,” she added enigmatically.
“As far as I’m concerned, you already are,” he grumbled.
“Then show me.” She moved her hand up his thigh and gently cupped his cock that was currently trying to pop the buttons of his jeans.
“Chloe.” His voice came out strangled.
“I want you, Gabe. I want everything you are, everything you feel for me.” She teased the denim fabric with her fingers.
“You might be sorry,” he said huskily.
“I want to make you come,” she insisted.
“That’s a given,” Gabe rasped.
“Any way you want it,” she added. “Any way you need it.”
“Fuck! You’ll pay for teasing me like this, sweetheart,” he said gruffly.
How many times had she heard similar threats from James? But her ex was far from her mind. Hearing it from Gabe’s sensual mouth was more like a promise of ecstasy. Pain was the last thing on his mind.
“I’m counting on it.” She squeezed him through his jeans.
“I feel too damn much. I’m scared that I’ll hurt you if I let go,” Gabe admitted gruffly.
His vulnerability clenched at her heart. “I want it. I want it all,” she answered simply. “I’ll give you all of me if you give me all of you.”
“Deal.” The word shot out of his mouth instantly.
Chloe was done playing any kind of games. Gabe loved her body, and she would willingly let him have it.
Gabe had given in the moment Chloe had told him that she was willing to give him everything. Damned if he didn’t want that more than he’d ever craved anything in his entire life.
He was a sexual dominant. It was something Gabe had always accepted. He wasn’t into pain, and he wasn’t into clubs that catered to dominant males. His needs were simple. He liked to be in control, and he enjoyed a willing woman who let him win the majority of the time. Strangely, his desire to cherish Chloe, to help her overcome her fears, had outweighed his usual preference to be the boss. But the thought of a warm, willing Chloe was almost more than he could stand.
Not holding back like he’d been doing since he’d first touched her aroused him unbearably.
It also scared the shit out of him.
He felt too much, wanted to brand her as his with a ferocity he’d never felt before.
“I’m yours to command,” Chloe told him in a sultry voice when they arrived in his bedroom.
He closed the door and locked it, turning to look at the seductive, dreamy look on her face as she looked up at him expectantly.
It was way too much for Gabe, and that was the moment he lost it.
She watched Gabe as he strode over to a comfortable chair and sat, watching her expectantly. “Strip,” he commanded. “Take everything off except your panties. Now.”
Chloe felt a rush of heat flood her core at the exacting tone of his voice, but she didn’t experience even a second of fear. His eyes told her something different. His eyes were dying to get her naked, longing to touch her.
She watched him, removing her clothing slowly. The sweater went first, and then her bra. The flash of molten jade heat in his eyes was unmistakable as she freed her breasts and let her bra drop to the floor.
“Do you pleasure yourself, Chloe?” Gabe asked bluntly as he leaned back in his chair.
“Once in a while,” she answered truthfully as she removed her jeans and stepped out of them, kicking off her socks with the denim.
“Show me,” he said in an insistent voice. “What do you do?”
The experience was different, but she did as he asked, cupping her breasts and playing with her already painfully erect nipples.
Her body was already so aroused that her core actually convulsed as she slipped one hand in her panties and slid them through the moist heat between her folds.
“Take them off now,” Gabe instructed. “I want to see you.”
She slid the satiny material down her legs, shivering at the silky feel of the cloth on the sensitive skin of her thighs.
“Continue,” Gabe ordered.
Chloe could hardly make herself stop. The heat in his eyes was too much for her as their gazes held and locked. She teased her nipples with one hand as she slid the other back between her thighs, opening her stance so she could get better access to her pussy.
Right now, she’d rather have Gabe’s cock filling her, but this time wasn’t for her. It was for him.
Heat spiraled through her entire being as she saw his eyes flash fire when his gaze dropped to watch her pleasure herself.