Pearl looks surprised too. “Really?” She laughs nervously. “I’m glad. I’m glad it wasn’t a disaster. It could have been really bad. I’m glad that out of everyone in the bar, Dean walked up to you.”
I want to make some manly-macho comment about her being even more glad in a few minutes when she’s screaming my name while experiencing the best orgasm of her life, but I’m not sure we’re going to get that far, and even if I was, that’s a shit-ass thing to say. I could also tack on, though, that I’d yell her name too when I’m coming harder than I ever have before because I already know it’s probably a very good possibility that if we do get to that point, it’s going to be true. Also, I’m really glad, too, that out of everyone at the bar, her friend randomly picked me.
Pearl stares at me, and the green flecks in her hazel eyes stand out. Her pupils actually dilate as she studies me. She knows. She knows exactly what I’m thinking, and I wait for the smack and for her to tell me I’m gross. For her to demand that I take the floor tonight because I’m a male pig and for her to just change her mind because she’s figured out that she might destroy me with this, and also, that she’s way too hot for me.
But nope. She doesn’t do any of that. She doesn’t say anything.
She just walks straight for me, wraps her arms around my neck, and tugs my face down to hers.
And me?
I kiss her right back as if my life depends on it.
CHAPTER 16
Pearl
Holy shit, this guy can kiss.
And we’re not just kissing. We’re eating each other’s faces while I try and climb him again. I grip his t-shirt in balled-up fists as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. I lick his tongue with mine, and I nip his lip. He nibbles lightly on my chin before he kisses me so hard again that I see stars.
“Upstairs,” I pant. “Don’t want anyone coming here and walking in on this.”
“Good,” Gabriel grinds. “Yes, get me out of this suit. And let me get you out of that bridesmaid’s dress. Your hair looks like those pins might be a little tight too.” He rakes his fingers through my curls and into the part that is piled on top my head, and sure enough, pins go raining all over. His fingers feel like heaven against my scalp. I can’t imagine how good they’re going to feel on some other spots.
I capture Gabriel’s face between my hands and drag his mouth back to mine. He propels me backward, through the hallway, and up the stairs, all while we attack each other’s mouths. We round the bend to the spare room, and I start fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. They’re kind of assholes, but once I open the first one, the rest becomes easier. When all the buttons are undone, I tug the hem of his shirt out of his pants. It gapes open as soon as we stumble into the room. I hit the light and take a good look at what was hiding under the shirt.
“Holy balls! You’ve got to be kidding me.” There’s a freaking eight pack under there. Or maybe it’s ten. I’m not sure, but it’s washboard-y and a heck of a lot more than six.
“You haven’t even seen them yet.” Gabriel’s hands reach around and unzip my dress. I’m not wearing a bra, since the thing has built-in cups, and when it falls, I’m naked to the waist with the lights on. I’m not exactly a lights-on kind of person. “But holy balls is right.”
“My boobs appreciate the compliment.”
“They’re perfect,” Gabriel groans.
I hit the light as his hands encircle my waist. He steers me over to the bed without complaining about the lack of being able to see anything at all. That’s nice. Not being pushed out of my comfort zone. I mean, at least as far as lights go. The whole comfort zone? I’ve busted straight through that the second we came back to my parents’ house.
“My god,” I gasp as Gabriel drops his head. He does something amazing with his tongue and lips, trailing a hot path straight down to my breast, and then he takes my nipple into his mouth. It’s already so hard that it could practically cut his tongue off. I think about warning him, but as his tongue flicks over and around the tight bud, I think he’s good. He’s got this. No warnings were needed.
He palms my other breast with his hand, and oh hell, yes, he knows what he’s doing. His hands are just as amazing as his mouth.
Shards of white-hot heat ripple through me. My skin feels like it’s on fire, but there are crazy chills racing all over the place, and the hair on the back of my arms is standing at attention. I wish I could just get Gabriel’s pants and this stupid dress off all the way and not take our time, but it would ruin the moment, I’m sure. It’s probably insulting to just ask him to get it out already and stick it in, so I let him take the lead.