Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 285

Clairessa’s POV

The leather of the SUV felt cool against my skin as Gabriel slid in beside me, shutting the door. The city lights spilled through the tinted glass, flashing across his face, catching the defined cut of his cheekbones, the heat burning hotter in his hands.

His hand didn’t waste a second before finding mine, his thumb brushing over my knuckles before tugging me closer, the space between us collapsing until his thigh pressed firmly against mine. Then his palm drifted lower, brushing tenderly over my knee, his fingers trailing the line of bare skin revealed by the slit in my dress.

“You know…” he began.

He nudged the fabric aside until his touch grazed the softer skin of my inner thigh. The caress was tender and passionate at the same time.

“These sexy, slender legs,” he murmured, his breath warm against my temple, “the same legs that wrapped around me, digging into my back while you screamed my name in ecstasy, belong to me. And only me. No one else gets to see this.”

A tremor shot through me, stealing my breath before a laugh escaped, light but unsteady. “Mr. Storm, don’t you think that’s far too possessive?”

Leaning close, I brushed my lips near his neck, letting them hover, taunting him with a whisper. “I think others can look, but only you can touch.”

His eyes darkened, a cocky glint sparking in them as he turned to me. “Sweetheart, don’t tempt me. Don’t make me show you that every inch of you belongs to just me.”

I tilted my head playfully. “Mr. Storm, don’t you think you’re a little too arrogant?”

A low groan rumbled in his chest, his restraint thinning by the second. His hand tightened on my thigh, parting them with the right amount of force, pushing me open beneath the cover of the SUV’s darkness. The rush of heat between my legs was instant, wetness already seeping out of me.

“No, Clairessa, just dominant. You asked for this. Now you’ll have to beg.”

A shiver tore through me. My voice caught, teasing anyway. “And what if I don’t beg?” I lied, though inside, the anticipation clawed at me, I swore I’d pass out without his touch.

His lips curved into that wicked smirk, and his fingers pressed harder, digging into the flesh of my thighs until they grazed the lace of my panties, right against the molten core of my heat. “Oh, you’ll beg, Clairessa,” he said darkly. “Maybe not with words, but with every little sound you make when I touch you.”

The SUV jolted over a bump, my body pitching forward against his chest. His arm locked around my waist instantly, pinning me there as if the idea of me slipping away was unbearable.

“Gabriel…” I breathed, my palm spread over the hard pound of his chest.

His mouth dipped to my ear, his breath scorching. “I'm only letting this go,” his lips brushed the shell of my ear, making me shudder, “because I don’t want to ask Trey to pull over so I can fuck you senseless. But if you challenge me one more time…”

He lifted his hand, brushing his finger slowly across my lips, parting them. His eyes flared as his voice dropped lower. “With this filthy, tempting mouth of yours, I’d have you spread open on my lap, riding my cock until you’re screaming my name.”

I leaned to his ear, whispering filth, reveling in how undone he was becoming. “You said you wanted me to ride you… and that’s exactly what I want to do. I’d ride this big cock until you’re the one groaning my name, losing yourself as you spill inside me.”

“Clairessa…” he groaned, torn between giving in and holding control. “Baby… don’t… don’t do this to me.”

He had no choice. I was in control now. So I straddled him anyway. My hand still gripped his arousal, my dress pooling around my thighs. I met his wild eyes, lips curling in a taunt. “You want this. So now…”

The SUV slowed, then stilled. Trey’s voice cut through the haze. “Mr. Storm, we’ve arrived, sir.”

He didn’t look back. Not once. As if he already knew what we’d been doing.

My frustration burned hotter, I wanted to scream, to push Gabriel over the edge right there, to not be forced to stop.

Gabriel’s hand shot to my wrist, stilling me, forcing me back to the side. His chest rose and fell in rough, uneven breaths. He forced composure onto his face, though the passion still raged in his eyes.

He thought I’d retreat from the dangerous game we were playing, but he had no idea. I could play just as well as him.