They were never going to make love in his car, he thought, wondering if his body would be able to tolerate the short drive back to her house without relief. But he could enjoy her for a bit longer, suck for a little longer on that circular disc.
With a groan of frustration at not being able to go the whole way, he flung himself back against the seat and groaned.
‘I need a bigger car!’
Alice could still feel the warmth of his mouth on her breast. She pulled down the jumper, as regretful as he was and as desperate to get back to the house so that they could finish what they had started.
Making love with her mother a couple of doors down? True, her mother slept like a log, often with the aid of a sleeping tablet, but still... Never in a million years would Alice have seen herself as the kind of girl who would be driven to have sex with a guy in her bedroom because she just couldn’t hold off. Since when had she ever been the kind of girl who lost complete control? Since she had gone to Paris, was the answer that came immediately to her. Since she had made love to him. Since she had discovered a carnal side to her that was insatiable...
Before he could fire up the engine, she reached across and fumbled with his zip.
More teenage stuff! Gabriel didn’t bother to try to resist. He’d lost the ability to play it cool. Right now, what he needed more than anything else was release.
He unzipped the trousers and manoeuvred himself so that he could pull them down, along with his boxers. The cool night air was soothing, but not nearly as soothing as her mouth...
CHAPTER NINE
THE HOUSE WAS in darkness by the time they arrived back. Pamela Morgan was already in bed. It was nearly eleven and she was accustomed to retiring early.
Gabriel had no idea how he had managed to get back without going into one of the hedgerows by the side of the road. He couldn’t concentrate. The woman next to him had taken his self-control and shredded it into a million pieces.
Yes, she had relieved some of that ache...
He caught his breath sharply, remembering the glorious feel of her mouth on him as she drove him to his climax. The release had been...indescribable.
Now he wanted more, much more.
He would have brought her to her own orgasm, would have put his hand and his fingers where his mouth would not have been able to go because of the confines of being in a car, but she had stopped him, breathlessly telling him that she wanted him in her bed.
Now, as she unlocked the front door with shaky fingers, he placed his hand over hers.
‘We could wait,’ he said gruffly. ‘I don’t want to. Hell, I would take you by the side of the house if you let me... But I don’t want this to be seen as an abuse of your mother’s hospitality.’
‘I’m beginning to think that I haven’t given Mum enough credit for being a grown-up,’ Alice said ruefully. ‘She’s probably been waiting for me to bring a guy home but not confident enough to come right out and say anything.’ She pushed open the door and held her finger to her lips in a signal to keep quiet, then giggled softly, because she felt light-headed, young and very happy.
And he hadn’t been able to get her out of his head! She gave herself full permission really to drown in that admission, really to luxuriate in it.
Paris had been an adventure but she had managed to convince herself that it had somehow been acceptable because she had been abroad...just a passing fever. But this was really an adventure because she was here, in her stamping ground, making a conscious decision to do something because it felt inevitable and somehow right, even if it was wrong.
She couldn’t explain it, even to herself. She just knew that she had to sleep with him, had to follow this through to the bitter end, however and whenever that might arise, even if it meant saying goodbye to her job in the process.
They went up the stairs silently. Sure enough, when Alice looked to her right there was no light on in her mother’s room. She turned left, thankful that her bedroom was at the end of the narrow corridor, and she pushed open the door, heart beating so fast she had to make herself take deep breaths just to steady her spiralling excitement.
She could still taste him in her mouth...it was a turn-on.
‘Your bedroom?’ Gabriel asked, looking around him. Moonlight streamed through the window, picking up bits and pieces of her belongings: a rocking chair in the corner, on which sat an oversized, battle-weary stuffed teddy bear; furniture that looked as though it had never been made to last; a dressing table with some framed pictures on it.
‘Don’t talk.’ She pressed her body against his and her eyelids fluttered closed as he slipped his hands under her jumper. This time he undid the bra and she released him for a few seconds so that she could pull the bra and jumper over her head so that she was standing in front of him, half-naked.