Infiltrating Your Heart (26 page)

I try to keep my expression angry
enough.

“Why have you abandoned me, then?”

“I haven’t abandoned you. I’m sorry
for not getting in touch. I was just…busy. Taking care of issues.”

I nod.

“I see. And do those ‘issues’ have a
name? Evelyn Carroll, perhaps?”

Gabriel sighs.

“Yes, but it’s not what you must be
thinking. I haven’t gone back to her.”

Confusion overshadows my anger.

“What?”

“I’ve chosen you, Mercedes,” Gabriel
says, moving closer to me. “I’ve been giving this some serious thought over the
past few days. And I came to the conclusion that I want to be with you. My
feelings for Evelyn didn’t let me see that when I met you, it was love at first
sight.”

I want to believe Gabriel’s words,
but I still don’t get why he shut me out this whole time.

“I met with Evelyn and told her how I
feel. She took it hard, but it’s logical. Patrick helped me see I can't be with
a woman I'm not in love with.”

So Patrick helped? I’m glad to hear
that. It’s a relief to find out that he hadn’t left me to my own devices.

“I’m also preparing a surprise for
you. That’s all I’ll say about it. I don’t want to spoil it.”

My lips turn up in a smile. I grasp
Gabriel’s arms and angle my body toward him.

“You want to be with me?” I ask,
looking up at him with seductive eyes. No man can resist that look.

“Mercedes,” Gabriel breathes. His
lips are just inches from mine. “You’re the only woman I want.”

I grab his hand and place it on my
chest.

“Last weekend was magical. I thought
you’d just thrown it away.”

Gabriel takes a moment to answer. His
hand gently moves from my heart to my breast. He starts playing with my nipple
through the fabric of my blouse. I can feel the sensation all the way down
there
.

“Never. I loved last weekend, too.
I’m never letting you go, Mercedes.”

I smile at Gabriel, happy that I’ve
done it. I’ve managed to infiltrate his heart.

“Would you like more?” I ask.

“Fuck yeah, angel. It’s taking all my
restraint not to peel those clothes off you right here, right now.”

Damn. I half wish for him to do it.
But we’re in a public place. A kid could see me.

“Okay. But let’s get you a suit
first. I want to see how sexy you look in one.”

I help Gabriel pick suits. I have no
preference myself, but he seems to like medium-colored fabrics. Not too dark
and not too light. I grab a graphite-colored blazer from the rack and show it
to him.

“I like it,” Gabriel says. “Should I
try it on?”

I nod like a bubblehead, smiling.

Once he has a good selection, Gabriel
heads to the dressing room. As much as I’d like to go with him, I wait outside.
I’m so happy that I’m grinning like crazy.

Gabriel steps out in a navy blue
suit. He’s also wearing the white button shirt he came to the store in.

“How do I look?” he asks me.

“Super handsome.”

“Should I buy it?”

“If you want to. In my opinion, the
color flatters you, and fits what you do.”

Smiling, Gabriel walks back into the
dressing room. I wait for him. A few minutes later, he walks in a dark brown
suit and black pants.

“Hot,” I say. “But I’m not sure it’s
right for you to channel Robert Langdon. Does your associate dress like that?
You’re gym owners, not college deans.”

“What look should I go for, then?”

“Skip the suit jackets. You look sexy
in them, don’t get me wrong, but you work at a gym. If you want to wear suits,
leave them for the cold months. Just stick with a dress shirt, trousers, and
tie for now.”

Gabriel thinks about it, and then
nods.

“You’re right. I wasn’t looking
forward to wearing two layers in this heat anyway.”

Glad for my input, Gabriel goes back
to the dressing rooms. He decides to keep the navy suit. We then look through
the dress shirts, and I help him pick which ones to buy. A half hour later, we
exit the mall.

“My car is over there,” I tell
Gabriel. He looks to where my hand is pointing.

“I parked mine to the right,” he says.

“I’ll follow you to your place,” I say.

Gabriel nods.

“Okay. I’ll drive past your car, and
then you pull out of your space and follow me.”

We walk
to our cars. After I get to mine, I go inside and wait for Gabriel. He beeps
when he’s behind me, and then drives forward. Minutes later, my car is
following his on the way to his apartment.

~*~
Gabriel

Moments later, I pull into the
parking lot of my apartment building. In the rearview, I see Mercedes drive
past. She’s looking for a parking spot. By the time I get out of my car, I hear
Mercedes’s car engine go silent. She steps out and looks for me.

“Follow me.”

I lead Mercedes forward. We are
outside my place soon enough. I unlock the door and then step aside to let her
in first.

After we’re inside, I close the door.
Mercedes looks around while I walk into the room. She seems impressed. I’m glad
I’m not very messy. Sometimes I just leave stuff around, but I cleanup every
once in a while. It keeps my place from looking like a mess.

“Your place is nice,” Mercedes says.

“Thanks.”

“I like the sofas. How long have you
had them?”

“Not long. I don’t have much sense of
style for this stuff, so I had a friend help me pick.”

Mercedes bites her lip.

“Evelyn?”

I chuckle.

“No. Her name’s Ciara. Maybe I’ll
introduce you one of these days.”

Mercedes looks like she’d rather skip
that.

“Or not. She’s Evelyn’s best friend.”

“Great.”

“Ciara doesn’t hate you,” I clarify.
“None of my friends do.”

“Hmm. Then I’d like to meet them
sometime.”

I nod.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“Water is fine.”

“Coming right up,” I say. Mercedes
continues admiring my living room. I go to the kitchen and pour two glasses of
semi-cold water. When I return, I see Mercedes looking at a framed photo of
myself on the coffee table.

“I don’t look too different, do I?” I
ask, sitting down next to Mercedes. I hand her a glass of water.

“Thanks,” she says. “And no, you
don’t. You hardly look a day older.”

I smile, and then drink some water.

“Where was that photo taken?”
Mercedes asks.

“In college. I was in the Cross
Country team.”

Mercedes raises her eyebrows.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“That’s hot. You must have toned
legs.”

“You should know that by now,” I
tease. Mercedes turns red. “I don’t run that much anymore. Mostly, I just swim
and lift weights.”

“I don’t mind if your strength’s
transferred from your legs to your arms,” says Mercedes. “I like it when men
can carry me. You look like you could lift three of me and hardly break a
sweat.”

“Thanks.”

Mercedes and I do some small talk
while we drink our water. At one time, she licks her lip, and I’m hyperaware of
her tongue as it moves. I’m a guy and I’m not sure why we find it sexy when
women lick their lips. As for me, I just imagine that mouth somewhere else…on
my body.

My gaze shifts to Mercedes’s chest
when she moves to put her empty glass on the coffee table. Her breasts move
freely without support from a bra. In my own humble opinion, that’s what I find
sexiest in women. Going braless is a few degrees hotter than going sans
panties.

Mercedes catches my gaze, and she
smiles at me in a seductive way.

“Would you like to see more?” she
asks. Her tone alone can bend any man’s will. Mercedes could ask me anything
and I’d make it come true.

“Always,” I reply. Mercedes moves
toward me, and our lips touch. We kiss each other, our lips and tongues
clashing in sync against each other. Without thinking about it, I put my glass
aside and then grasp Mercedes’s shoulders. Her skin is so beautiful,
mouth-watering. I break from the kiss just to press my lips against the skin of
her shoulder.

“Gosh, I want you,” I say, planting
kisses along her neck. Mercedes gasps when I nibble on a particular spot. It’s
always a thrill when you discover the hot spots on a woman’s body. I already
know Mercedes’s nipples and the area on her arms opposite her elbows are two of
her hot spots. Now I can add a third one to the list.

My hands move to grasp the hem of
Mercedes’s blouse. Slowly, I lift it up to remove it. Then I cup both of her
breasts. My mouth closes around one of her nipples. Mercedes moans in pleasure.
I switch back and forth between both nipples. I blow air from my mouth, and
they harden under the coolness. I tug one of them with my fingers, playing with
the piercing. I take care not to pull too hard. I don’t want to hurt Mercedes.

I then plant kisses down the middle
of her torso. Her back curves to give me better access. As I kiss the bottom of
her breast, Mercedes grasps my hair gently. When I move up, she meets me with a
kiss on the mouth.

Mercedes doesn’t take long to relieve
me of my shirt after that. She starts kissing down my torso. Her mouth on me
feels quite good.

Afterward, I help Mercedes up so that
we’re both standing in front of the sofa. I grasp her buttocks, and she puts
her arms around me when I lift her.

“Where are you taking me?” she asks.
Her mouth nibbles on my neck as I carry her to the wall.

“You’ll see,” I say. When her back’s
against the wall, I put Mercedes on her feet. Then I move down until I’m at eye
level with the area between her legs. I glance up at Mercedes in a seductive
way. By her expression, I can tell she knows what’s next.

Grasping the top of Mercedes’s skirt,
I pull down. She moves her legs to take it off. I toss it aside and move closer
to her sweet spot.

“You’re already wet for me, angel,” I
say. “So soon.”

I plant a light kiss through the
fabric of her panties. Then I move toward her thighs. I kiss and lick along
them, purposely avoiding where I know Mercedes wants me. Her breathing is
becoming harder with pleasure.

“Oh,” she lets out when I kiss a
particularly sensitive spot. I then start slowly pulling her panties down.
Mercedes helps me take it off her. She flicks it aside with her leg. I then
look up at her.

“Don’t stop,” Mercedes says.

“What do you want me to do?” I ask.
Mercedes remains silent. I plant a light kiss on her folds. She gasps. “What
would you like me to do?” I repeat.

“Kiss me there,” she whispers. I
pretend not to catch what she said.

“What?”

“Eat me out,” Mercedes says with
slightly more volume. “Go down on me, my love.”

Smiling,
I do as she says. As soon as my tongue touches her folds, Mercedes lets out a
gasp of pleasure.

~*~
Mercedes

I’m no stranger to having my pussy
pleasured. But it’s never been like this. With Gabriel, it feels so much
better. As soon as his tongue comes into contact with my folds, a current of
pleasure travels through my body. I didn’t think it could be this good. Maybe
it’s because Gabriel is the one doing this to me.

Oh, fuck
, I think when he licks my clit. My
eyes open wide as the sensation flows through my body. I’m so wet right now,
and I’m probably going to come in the next few seconds. Gabriel’s gentle
assault feels like heaven. I close my eyes.

“Keep going, keep going,” I urge him.
I can feel myself building. I let out moans as he continues flicking his tongue
expertly. My breathing gets harder, until I can no longer resist. A torrent of
pleasure overcomes me. I call out Gabriel’s name before I’m lost in bliss. My
legs stop holding me up, but Gabriel holds me. I put my arms around him involuntarily
as the last waves fade.

That was the best orgasm I’ve had.
Ever.

“You’re an angel,” Gabriel tells me.
I smile.

“So you say,” is all I can reply. His
lips come down on mine, kissing me with fierceness. I taste myself in him, and
it’s so erotic. My hands grasp his hair, pulling it gently. I like the way it
feels on my palms.

Gabriel’s hands move to my breasts.
His thumbs play with my nipples as we kiss. To my surprise, I feel myself
building again. I’ve come from nipple pleasure before, but not this fast.

“Should we move to the bed?” Gabriel
asks me.

“Yesss.”

Gabriel gives me a peck in the lips.