22

ESTELLE

Going with him wasn’t a part of the plan. In fact, I wanted to run away from him, but here I was, throwing away any doubt out the window, or out rather out of his window, kissing him all the way back to his room.

Never had I ripped off my coat so fast, kicked my shoes off, and tossed carelessly off my clothes on the floor while Linden did the same on his last sock.

We barely caught our breath. We were back on each other as I hopped back into his arms. He caught me quickly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as we kissed like we hadn’t seen in years. I admired his reflex, though.

Linden sat me down carefully on his well-made bed. His lips moved slowly down my jaw to my neck, nibbling, sucking, licking the spot. My hands went to his head, fisting handfuls of his hair. Then he went to my breast as if he couldn’t get enough of it, his free hand on the other, cupping, kneading, rolling my nipple between his fingers, making me squirm under him.

“Gabriel, I want you now,” I