Wild Forces: A Friends to Lovers Romance (O-Town Book 2) by Karen Renee (summer reads .TXT) 📕

against mine. The first few times it happened was one thing, but these days it had become something else entirely. Like a force unto itself which I couldn’t get enough of... almost like a drug. If I could’ve grabbed his tongue with my own, I’d have done it, but I couldn’t. Still, every liplock we shared sent me into a daze.

Next thing I knew, my arms were in the air because Gabe had pulled my shirt free. I locked my arms around his warm neck, but I felt his fingers working the bra clasp at my back. My mind blocked that out as I kissed him with all the intensity I could muster. His fingers stopped working at my back, and I thought he had given up, until my breasts freed from the confines of my bra. He forced my arms down, allowing my bra to slip between our bodies. My breath caught at the sensation and I pressed my breasts into his chest. His t-shirt was soft, but I wished it was his bare skin.

He moved his hands, to cup my breasts, and I remembered how exposed we were at his window. “Gabe! Your window...anybody could see us.”

He grinned against my lips. “No, baby. We’re upstairs. Someone might see me, but not any of you.”

I inhaled at the suggestion outsiders would see him with no indication of me or who I was. Before I could say anything to him, Gabe backed me toward his bed, and when we were horizontal, he pulled away, but only to yank my shorts and underwear down.

When he had the garments free, he sunk to the floor on his knees so he could bury his face in my core. I moaned at the intense sensations, and my hips bucked.

My fingers threaded through his hair to gain purchase, but he tilted his head to thwart me. I raised my head doing a half-crunch to look at him.

“What are you doing, Gabe?” I cried.

His eyes crinkled at me just before he lapped at my clit. When my breath hitched again, he chuckled, and I felt it at my core and when his shoulders jostled into my thighs.

With unexpected strength and swiftness, his arms wrapped around my thighs.

“Gabe,” I cried.

“Damn, right,” he murmured.

“Gabe,” I admonished his arrogance.

“Said that already, baby,” he said,

I thought he was going to suck deeply, but I was completely wrong. Gabe didn’t suck deeply at me; he did everything but that. He traced me. He licked every part of me. His beard tickled my thighs, but he teased me endlessly. Then he stopped, and I looked down my body to see him staring at me.

My glasses slid down my nose a fraction. “What are you doing?”

His eyelids raised, a gleam of mischief in his blue eyes. “God, you look like a hot librarian in those damn glasses. I’ll tell you what I’m doing. Feasting.”

Finally, he took me in his mouth and sucked hard. My body tensed, and my legs moved, but his hands around my thighs kept them still. I moaned and it surprised me how loud I was.

“Gabe, I’m gonna—”

Suddenly, he let go and stood up. He tore his shirt over his head and immediately dropped his shorts. His torso twisted as he reached for a condom from his nightstand.

After he sheathed himself, he nudged my legs. “On your knees, Cassandra.”

I rolled onto my knees and his hands rubbed my ass. His mouth hit one of my cheeks and he bit me. “I love your ass, baby. God, I can’t tell you how many times I stared at it whenever you walked away.”

His cock slid inside me, and his torso blanketed my back. “Remember, you come when I’m ready for you to.”

Feeling him inside me was almost as good as having his mouth on me, and my orgasm built again. “Not so sure I can control that, Sullivan.”

He leaned back and spanked me. “No more of that shit, Cassandra.”

I giggled. “Not helping.”

He growled and leaned forward to nip my earlobe. “My Cassie’s got a kinky side. I love it.”

‘My Cassie’. God, how I loved hearing that.

“Harder,” I demanded.

“What’s the magic word, baby?”

“Please!”

He slowed his thrusts. “Nope.”

“I said, please.”

“And that isn’t the magic word, Daughtry.”

“Gabe! This is torture.”

His pace increased and he grabbed hold of my hips and pummeled into me. “See, that wasn’t so difficult, now was it?”

Laughter burst from me when I realized his name was the magic word. Such cockiness.

I couldn’t hold myself up under his brutal thrusts, but before I could fall into the bed, his arm came under me to pinch my nipple.

“Come, Cassandra,” he whispered in my ear.

I didn’t think I would orgasm at his order, but it rushed over me and as I felt myself spasming around Gabe’s cock, I realized part of what I felt was also him twitching inside me.

His weight settled on me and he peppered my neck with kisses. “I love fucking you, Cassie-Cass. Actually no, I just fucking love you.”

I chuckled. “The romance is strong with you, Gabriel.”

“Damn skippy,” he murmured against my neck.

After kissing the curve of my neck and shoulder, he said, “Now, it’s time for steak!”

Gabe

RATHER THAN LET CASSIE get fully dressed, I offered her one of my dress shirts to wear while we made dinner together. She prepped the potatoes to bake in the oven while I fired up the grill on the patio.

When I came back inside, the doorbell rang. I pulled my phone from my pocket, and the Ring app showed my Dad standing at the doorstep.

“Hey, Cass, there’s another steak in the fridge. Can you pull that out real quick?”

“Aren’t you gonna answer the door?” she asked.

“Yeah, and that’s why we need the other steak.”

Her eyes widened and I shook my head at her. “No, baby. It’s all fine.”

“I’m going to get dressed.”

“Don’t you dare,” I said, and grabbed her hand, pulling her with me to the door.

“Gabe, I’m in your shirt,” she whispered.

“Yeah, and you’ve never looked sexier.”

I opened the door.