Diavolo Ch 03 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 03

... her pout. “I can always stay if you invite me to spend the night.” At her outraged gasp, he hastily added with a grin, “We don’t have to do anything, Abs. Haven’t you ever slept with a man?” “Of course not,” she retorted, scandalized. Gabriel laughed. “Not even when you were a kid with Daniel?” Her face changed and he realized he’d just stuck his foot in his mouth. Stupid-stupid rock star. “Hey,” he said trying to cuddle her closer. He’d never considered himself a jealous man, but in that instant he wanted to punch Daniel in the face. “Abigail, I’m sorry. I’m an idiot.” He still wanted to know if she’d ever slept with Daniel, damn-it. “Let me help you forget that douche-bag.” She pushed against him, her pretty face angry now. “Release me. I know how you intend on making me forget.” “Really?” Gabriel crooned. “How?” he goaded now. She blushed and turned her face away. He used both palms to cup her cheeks and bring her shy gaze back to his face. “Let’s make a deal. I promise not to pressure you into having sex with me and you promise to give me a chance…give us a chance. Let’s get to know one another, Abs. I mean really know each other. I meant it when I said I liked you, and I’d like to get to know you better.” “You won’t ever try to…” Her eyes closed for a second before opening again to stare deeply into his. “You won’t keep trying to seduce me?” Gabriel smiled and shook his head slowly. “Sorry, babe. I’m only a man. I can’t promise you that. I promised not to pressure ...

... you, not stop completely, baby.” She tried to turn her lips away from his when he dipped his head again. His lips lingered at the corner of her mouth and he fought the grin that threatened to spread over his face when she trembled with a little breathy moan. He whispered against her lips, “Do you like me too, Abs? Maybe just a little?” Her eyes were still closed, and he heard her gulp hard. Soft pouty lips parted on a sigh. Very minutely, almost imperceptibly, she nodded. “Say it, Abigail,” he hissed close to her lips. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, touching his own and sending his mind reeling with want, but he steeled himself against ravaging that sweet mouth. “Y-yes,” she whispered, her eyes opening to reveal the fire within. “Yes. I like you, Gabriel.” It was his turn to tremble. His heart pounded in his ears and in his groin. He brushed his lips across hers, in the sweetest of kisses and backed off. Her lips followed him, parted, begging, but he kept himself in check. Tonight he’d leave her wanting more…aching as he was aching. “Goodnight, Abigail,” he said releasing her to pull his jacket back on. She stepped away from him, her eyes watching his every move. Once he put his gloves and helmet on, he switched the ignition and revved his machine. She gave a startled little leap back and he smiled. He’d have her on his bike before the month was over. That was a promise to himself. His grandmother would definitely like her too. The thought was sobering. He’d only ever ...