Saving Me

Eva woke slowly, feeling her cheek rise and fall with Gabriel’s breathing. His heart thumped rhythmically in her ear, his arms still wrapped tightly around her. She slowly tilted her head back to look at him; he was stunning, fresh off the cart from the Braw and Bonny Beefcake farm. His sooty lashes brushed his cheeks and made him look damned demonic in his beauty. His face softened in sleep, not boyishly so but softer than the usual harsh suave mask he wore when he was awake. She brushed her fingers over his full lips tracing the shape slowly. He mumbled something and his arms loosened, relaxing deeper into sleep. Eva rose up on her elbows and gently eased out of the bed careful not to wake him. She stopped and stared again, seeing clearly every ridge and dip of steely muscle. The sheet covered his hips but barely, and she smiled again when she looked at that V of his abs. He looked too big for her bed, despite the fact that it was a Cal-King. He dominated it completely, lying amid her rumpled sheets he looked like Lucifer in the flesh. And she was beyond tempted to pull down that sheet and look at the rest of him.
Maybe later, I don’t want him to wake up. I like him in my bed. She admitted to herself.

Then the doubts started in and she left him sleeping, moving silently around her little house. How long would this last between them? Would it affect their skating if something happened? Was she good enough? She scolded herself for playing the what if game and headed for her bathroom. She needed a shower to clear away this morose feeling that dared intrude on her sexy afterglow. But what if…Shut up! She yelled to her treacherous inner voice. Leave be and let things happen. Be happy that he wants you now. He may not later.

Gabriel didn’t know what woke him, but as the fog lifted he reached for Eva. But she wasn’t there. ‘What the hell?’ He growled to himself sleepily. He looked around the room, searching for her. He saw the clock by the bed, its green numbers declaring it half past one, where would she go? His ears picked up a sound…water…she was in the shower. His lips lifted in a grin. Oh yeah, he liked the shower. A lot. He got up and followed the sound of the water until he came to a slightly closed door. He paused, maybe she wanted some privacy. Was she regretting her choice? He hoped to god that wasn’t the case. Well no way to know unless he asked. He took a breath and then stopped again. She was humming. Well that was a good sign, but what was she humming? He listened harder and felt his muscles relax. She was humming Crazy Little thing Called Love. Gabriel was beginning to understand that she felt things much deeper than most people, and she felt them through music. Music fed her soul and displayed her moods even if no one else could tell what she was thinking. He pushed open the door slowly and hesitantly called her name. She stopped humming and poked her head out of the shower smiling shyly. “Hey, did I wake you?”

Gabriel smiled and rubbed his hand over his chest, which suddenly felt tight. “Yes you did. You left.” He saw the moment she realized he was naked and ready to go. Her eyes roamed unashamedly over him and a blush crept up her cheeks. “Sorry.” She didn’t sound contrite in the least. “Room in there for me?” She pulled the curtain back in answer and waited while he stepped under the steamy spray before shutting it again. Cocooning them in heat. She stepped into him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I didn’t want to wake you, you seemed to be having a nice dream.” He nipped at her lips and then nuzzled them tenderly. “I was, dreaming. About you actually.” Eva’s brows lifted and she smiled coyly. “Oh really, was I naked?” she asked playfully, pressing kisses to his collar bone. “Nope.” She tilted her head back. “That’s disappointing.” Gabriel smiled back; it wasn’t disappointing in the least. “I’ll tell you about it later. And just for the future Eva, you can wake me up any time you want to.” His voice dropped to a whisper when he took her lips roughly.

Eva’s belly quivered and tightened, fervent and needing his touch as the flames of desire whipped at her hard. She moved her hands down over his butt and pulled him close smiling when he growled low. His hand moved up to palm her breast, kneading and pressing until she was squirming under his touch. Begging for more with little whimpers of pleasure. His erection prodded her belly and she rubbed against him like a cat. She yelped in excitement when he hauled her up and pressed her back against the chilly tiles. His restless kisses moved down from her lips, to nip at her ear and down to her throat. He buried his face there in the hollow of her shoulder, nuzzling and biting gently. Wickedly Eva moved her arms up around his shoulders, rolling her hips against his, laughing when he cursed low against her skin. “Damn it Eva!” She did it again and he pinned her with his heated gaze. “What, you don’t like it…” He cut her off by surging up into her. She cried out and arched her back, trying to get him deeper. “I hate it.” He said roughly, but his body said otherwise. He braced one hand above her on the tile and wrapped his other arm around her rear. He rubbed his hips into her, a slow rolling motion that made her moan. “Put your legs around me.” He gasped out, pressing deeper when she lifted those gorgeous long legs and curled them around him.

Eva whimpered again, much better. Gabriel dipped his head and captured her breast in his mouth. She held his head to her as he laved and suckled her. She clamped down on his shaft and he drew in a harsh breath. Gabriel rested his forehead on her shoulder and withdrew, slamming back in her body powerfully. “God yes!” She moaned and he did it again, and again faster and faster until she was crying out with every stroke. Her nails dug into his shoulders and the brought him a cruel pleasure. He took her lips, plundering her mouth as they strained together, reaching for bliss. She gave a shattered little cry and shuddered violently. She squeezed around him like a fist and he joined her with a ragged curse.

Feeling slowly returned to her body, Gabriel let her feet touch the ground and leaned against her holding them both up. “I think you’re going to kill me Eva.” He gasped against her throat. She smiled against his hair, near delirious with satisfaction. “But you’ll die a happy man, won’t you?” He laughed and kissed her shoulder before raising his head. “With a smile on my face.” But then she saw something flit through his eyes, a thought that turned serious, made her glow falter slightly. “Turn around.” She said trying desperately to hold onto her smile. He did and hung his head under the hot spray. Eva reached around him for the soap and proceeded to wash him from head to toe. He sighed, Eva clearly hearing the enjoyment he got from her hands on him. She moved her hands in slow circles over his back, his shoulders, down one arm then the other. She had to press against him to reach her arms around to wash his chest. “I’ve never had anyone do this before.” He said, Eva smiled at his thickened accent. More proof of his level of pleasure.
Gabriel felt like the air was being squeezed out of him by a giant fist. Her soft touches reached his heart more deeply than anything they’d shared so far. But what was causing his discomfort? Her hands moved down over his flanks his legs and he couldn’t stand the numbing pleasure any more. He turned and let the water wash the soap from his back. “Your turn.” He held his hand out for the soap, but she pulled it out of his reach. “I’m not done with you yet Mr. Hunter.” She said impishly. She reached behind him for the shampoo and looked up at him with a raised brow. He knelt with mock chagrin and let her lather the girly smelling stuff in his hair. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her, laying his cheek on her belly. Her hands massaged the shampoo until he felt drowsy and relaxed. “Rinse.” She murmured. Gabriel pressed a kiss to her soft skin and stood up, ducking back under the spray. She handed him a second bottle. “Put some of that on your hair and then it’s my turn.” He obeyed, conditioned and rinsed again. They traded places and Eva handed him the soap.

As Gabriel smoothed his hands over her, pulling her back into his body, she realized how intimate this was. Showering together, bathing each other. He left no spot unwashed, not one inch of skin was missed. He even individually washed her fingers which made her smile. His lips brushed her ear. “What are you thinking so hard about Ms. Page?” She shrugged. “Just that I’d never considered doing something like this before. That it feels like we’ve known each other since forever. That I should feel weird about being naked with you but I don’t.” She tilted her head back as he washed her hair, pressing his fingers into her scalp firmly, easing tension she hadn’t know she was holding on to. Gabriel took her shoulders and turned her gently. She closed her eyes and let the hot water penetrate into her hair. She washed all the shampoo from her hair before opening her eyes and reaching up on her tip toes to lay a light kiss at the corner of his pursed lips. “What?” She said, squeezing conditioner into her hand. “Nothing, it just stuns me sometimes how beautiful you are.” His voice was quiet, thoughtful. But most of all sincere. Eva’s heart flung itself at his feet. She tried to keep her smile teasing. “God it’s going to hurt when I fall for you.”

Gabriel heard the quiet admission and slipped his hand around her neck. “What do you mean when you fall for me? I think you already have.” She gave an outraged gasp. “You are so full of it!” She pushed at his chest, playfully, but he caught her hand and pulled her up on her toes. “I want to be full of you. I can’t get enough Eva.” She sobered and let him kiss her, gently so gently it made her want to cry. He was right she’d fallen for him the minute he put his hands around her waist and lifted her up, letting her fly.