Page 63 of Wicked Submission
“Orgasms do not equal trust.”
“They do if they come after I’ve pushed your limits after you’ve freely let me push your limits.”
Chapter thirty-seven
Gabe
The sweet scent of some kind of flower, rose, I think, tickles my nose right along with a soft strand of Abbie’s red hair. I step into her, my hips cradling her hips, her hands still pressed to the wooden surface of the door. She is tiny and soft, and yet fierce and strong in ways that I think her past has made her question. I want to make her feel strong again. I want her to feel empowered. I want to show her how much her pleasure matters.
My hands settle on her waist and I lean in, inhaling that floral scent she’s wearing that’s becoming so damn familiar to me, and I swear my cock thickens just from drawing it in. I want that scent on my skin. I want her naked and spread wide on top of me, riding me. Moaning for me. Impatience burns inside me. I could strip her now. Fuck her here. Take her and then do it again, nice and slow, and then make it up to her with my tongue. But that’s what I need. It’s not what she needs and if she were any other woman, I’d consider my way over her way.
I caress a path up her waist, and then gently tease her nipples with the lightest touch of my fingers. She moans and arches into my hands. I cup her breasts, squeezing them even as I pullher back against me, my thumbs flicking her nipples. “I want everything,” I whisper, turning her to face me and pressing her against the door, my gaze raking over her high, full breasts before lifting. “Can I have it?”
“Define everything?”
I reach down and stroke her nipples. “Everything. No limits.”
Her hands flatten on my chest. “I have limits.”
I cover her hands with mine. “See that’s the thing, Abbie. I have limits, too. So many fucking limits, that until you, I didn’t know just how many. And I keep breaking them with you. So, break a few of yours with me. Trust me.” I cup her face. “Trust me.”
“I don’t even know what that means, Gabe.”
“I’ll show you,” I promise. “It, this, is all about you being present. Being right here with me.”
“I am.”
“No. You’re one foot in the door and one foot out. You’re always halfway in your mind, building a wall between us because of him.”
“I don’t think of him when I’m with you.”
“He’s conditioned you to think of him even when you don’t think you are.”
“No, I—”
I lean in and brush my lips over hers. “I’m going to make you forget him. Even if it’s just right here, right now, with me, and he’s back in the morning. One night at a time works for me until he’s gone.”
She catches my hand and instead of denying that I’m right, she whispers, “What if he won’t ever go away, Gabe?”
“He will. I promise you. He will. I’ll make sure he goes away. I won’t leave room for him.”
“And when you’re gone?”
I cup her face. “I’m not going anywhere. You’ll figure that out. That’s another promise.” I close my mouth down on hers, my tongue stroking deep, and I let her taste how much I mean my words. I let her taste how much I want more of her, more of us. I let her taste how naked she’s made me when I haven’t even started undressing, and I never let anyone do that to me.
“I want you in my bed,” I murmur, parting our lips. “This bed. Any bed I call mine, I want you in it.” I don’t wait for her reply. I scoop her up and start walking, carrying her down a long hallway that leads to the master bedroom where a motion detector automatically turns the lights to a dim glow.
I close the space between us and the bed and stand with my back to the bed, settling her on the ground, and pulling my shirt over my head but leaving my pants on. “Undress for me.” I caress her naked breasts and then sit down, a challenge in my eyes.
I want her trust.
I’m asking for it now by asking her to dare to be naked, right here, right now, with me watching.
Her eyes meet mine, and I see understanding and a hint of trepidation in her eyes. She’s walled herself off. She’s made herself believe she’s less than the other women that were in her husband’s bed, and I’m not going to let her feel that any longer.
My gaze lowers and rakes over her breasts, lifting slowly until our eyes collide again. “You’re beautiful. Stunning. Everything I want in a woman. It’s just us here. It’s just me. Undress for me, Abbie.”
Her eyes warm and while that trepidation isn’t gone, it shifts and changes, a mix of desire and arousal. She kicks off her shoes and then reaches for the waist of her leggings. My cock reacts, thickening, hot and hard, and not because she’s undressing, but because I know how shut off she is, I know how she protects herself and no matter what we’ve done before now, now matters.Now is a shift between us. It’s not me taking. It’s me asking. It’s her giving freely.