Infiltrating Your Heart (33 page)

Mercedes nods, grinning.

“Then I’m about to make it come
true.”

I reach Mercedes and grab her arms.
She looks at my chest, and then up at me. Her gaze stops at my lips.

“I want you,” I say, kissing her.
Unlike most of our kisses so far, this one is tender, sweet, slow. Mercedes
puts her arms around my back, under my arms. Her fingers grip the back of my
shoulders. My tongue moves past her lips, touching her own.

I move from Mercedes’s mouth,
trailing kisses along her jaw. Her eyes are closed. My hands simultaneously
caress the skin of her upper back. Mercedes’s skin is damp, both from
perspiration and from the sea water. I grab hold of her bikini strap and undo
it. Her breasts come into view.

Mercedes sighs in pleasure as I
continue planting kisses, moving down her body. She moves until her back is
against a tall rock. I flick my tongue against one of her nipples. Then I very
gently bite it with my teeth. It makes Mercedes gasp. By the sound of it, I
know I didn’t hurt her.

I move from the underside of her
breasts, down her torso. I plant kisses on her lightly toned abs. When I reach
Mercedes’s bikini bottom, she looks at me.

“Don’t stop, baby,” Mercedes begs. I
smile, and then lay soft kisses on her thighs. She giggles.

I tug down on Mercedes’s bikini
bottom. Her eyes widen, knowing what’s coming. When she’s completely naked, my
mouth descends on her soft, pink folds.

“So wet,” I whisper. Mercedes tastes
like heaven. “So ready for me.”

I start licking her. Mercedes’s moans
start to get louder the more time passes.

Mercedes

This feels fantastic.

I didn’t lie to Gabriel when I said
that I’ve been looking forward to sex on the beach. What he doesn’t know is
that I wanted it as
myself
. Not as Scarlet. That’s why I haven’t taken
any assignments where the client wants to take me to the beach.

I don’t have enough concentration to
think anymore now, though. Gabriel’s tongue is softly lashing against my clit.
The feeling is out of this world. My cries of pleasure are getting louder.
Despite that, I don’t care if anyone’s up there on the cliff watching us.

Oh, yes. This is
so
good.

Gabriel’s tongue strikes my clit once
more, and I come apart in countless pieces. I scream out his name as the waves
of bliss rock my body. I love the feelings that Gabriel awakens in me. I let the
sensation course through me.

Gabriel carries me in his arms. As
the shockwaves fade, I become aware of him laying me on the ground. Or sand.
Whatever.

“You’re so lovely,” he says.

“And you’re handsome.”

Gabriel leans above me, looking like
a perfect specimen of a man. His muscles are in full view. My eyes run over his
chest and his well-defined abs.

Yes, I’ve completely lost myself to
him.

“That was awesome, angel. I love to see
you when you climax. It's so sexy.”

“I love the way you make me feel, too.”

I feel Gabriel lower himself against my body.
His lips kiss my cheek. I smile.

“Gosh, I love having you with me. I don't think I
could ever let you go.”

I
feel just the same way.

Twenty minutes later, we’re standing
just outside Gabriel’s apartment. He towed his own Jet Ski this time, while
Roderick took mine to drop it at my father’s house.

Once we’re inside, I go straight to
the couch. Gabriel chuckles when he sees me.

“You’re tired?” he asks.

“A bit,” I say. I feel so ready to
sleep. An orgasm, along with yesterday’s training, have drained me.

“Promises are promises, and I’ll keep
mine,” Gabriel tells me. “I’ll cook lunch, and then we’re having ice cream for
dessert.”

I look at Gabriel as he disappears
into the kitchen. I grab the remote and turn the TV on. The 12 o’clock news is
on. I leave the channel there.

By the time I finish watching the
news, lunch is ready. I walk over to the kitchen to see.

“Something smells delicious,” I say,
standing on the doorway. Gabriel looks at me.

“It’s ready, angel. Have a seat.”

I walk to the table. Gabriel pulls a
chair for me, and I sit down.

“Thanks.”

Chivalry isn’t dead, girls.

Gabriel makes two plates of chicken,
alfredo pasta, and beans. He places one on the table in front of me, and then
grabs his plate. Gabriel sits opposite me.

“Cheers,” he says after filling a
glass with water. He passes it to me, and pours one for himself.

I didn’t realize I was starving until
I take a bit of the chicken. It’s yummy.

When we finish, Gabriel takes our
plates and puts them in the sink.

“Go get a quick shower,” he tells me.
“I’ll prepare the dessert while you’re there.”

“It’s just ice cream,” I say,
confused.

“Trust me.”

Gabriel’s sexy smirk sends me a
message. And then I get it. He intends to have
me
for dessert.

Full of anticipation, I get to the
bathroom. I forget to take my bag with me, so I come back for it.

I’m out of my clothes in record time.
Promptly, I go to the shower and turn on the water. I wait for it to be at a
desirable temperature.

Strong hands grab my waist. I gasp.

“Couldn’t resist, angel.”

Gabriel kisses my neck. I look back
at him.

“You’re still dressed.”

“Easily taken care of.”

Gabriel removes his clothes almost as
quickly as I did. When he’s done, he takes my hand and leads me into the
shower. Water drips down my back, washing the sea salt off my body.

Ten minutes later, we’re dressed and
back in the kitchen. Well,
I’m
not fully dressed. I’m only wearing a
white graphic tee and pale pink undies. Gabriel told me I look sexy. I feel
like it.

“Dessert’s ready,” Gabriel says. He
reaches to the top of the refrigerator and grabs a tub of Breyer’s Extra Creamy
Vanilla ice cream. My mouth waters.

“Did you leave that ice cream out all
this time?”

“No. Just before I joined you in the
shower.”

Gabriel sets the tub on the table. He
then opens the cupboard and pulls out a bottle of Hershey’s syrup.

Oh, now it’s damn obvious what he has
in mind.

Gabriel has a knowing smirk when he
looks at me. He grabs a spoon from a drawer and walks back to the table.

“Let’s have ice cream now.”

The way Gabriel says it makes it
sound hot. He hands me the syrup. While he carries the tub of ice cream and
the spoon, Gabriel leads me to his bedroom.

“Get on the bed.”

I quickly obey, walking to the front
of the bed and sitting on it. I look at Gabriel.

“Take off your clothes, and then lay
down.”

This is a side of Gabriel I’m not
familiar with, but I like it. A part of my mind wonders if he’s done this
before, but I swat the thought away. I pull my blouse over my head, showing
that I’m wearing nothing underneath. Then I start to remove my panties.

“Leave those on.”

I stop, waiting for Gabriel to do
something. He walks toward me.

“Lay back.”

I move on the bed and then lie down.
Gabriel walks to the side of the bed. He opens the ice cream.

“Want some?” Gabriel asks me. He dips
the spoon into the ice cream. I nod, and he moves his hand toward my mouth. I
open it. Gabriel lets me have the ice cream. My lips close around the spoon,
and he takes it back. The ice cream remains on my tongue. I savor it before I
swallow. It tastes great.

“Hand me the syrup,” Gabriel
commands. I grab the bottle and give it to him.

“More ice cream?”

I nod eagerly. Gabriel fills the
spoon with more ice cream and moves it toward me. Just before I can close my
mouth around it, he moves back. I look at him in confusion. Gabriel grins and
then tips the spoon. The ice cream lands on my chest.

“Ooh. It’s chilly.”

“That’s why I left it out for a bit
of time. I didn’t want it to be freezing.”

Gabriel leans down and licks the ice
cream off my chest. He looks at me, his eyes blazing. In the next moment, his
lips crash on my mouth. He tastes like him, and like ice cream. The combination
is delectable.

After that, Gabriel drops a bit more
ice cream in my body. He covers my nipples with it—making them harden—and then
pours a bit of chocolate fudge on one. His mouth closes around the nipple, and
I gasp in pleasure. Gabriel licks my nipple free of ice-cream and fudge. He
repeats the process with my other breast.

When he finishes, Gabriel feeds me
more ice cream. He dips chocolate onto the spoon before moving it to my mouth.
I eat the spoonful of ice cream, and the flavors explode in my mouth. It’s so
good.

Gabriel then pours a trail of syrup
down the middle of my body, ending above my belly button. I watch as he moves
down and licks the chocolate off me.

“You’re absolutely yummy,” Gabriel
says. He kisses me on the lips when he finishes the syrup. His mouth is a
little cold from ice cream, but the kiss is amazing.

“Would you like some more?” Gabriel
tells me after he moves to my side. He shows me the ice cream.

“Yes.”

Gabriel feeds me another
syrup-covered spoon of frozen treat. I savor the taste, licking my lips
afterward.

Before Gabriel can grab another
spoonful, I grab his wrist. He looks at me.

“My turn, baby.”

I take the ice cream, spoon, and
syrup from him. Then I unbutton his shirt. Gabriel watches me as I undress him.
His eyes dart down my body.

I finish unbuttoning the shirt, and
Gabriel pulls it off. Then I make him lay back on the bed. I’m going to do to
him just what he did to me. Because why not? I enjoyed having him do it, and
I’ll love doing it back.

First, I tease Gabriel with a
spoonful of ice cream. I move my hand backward and tip the spoon. When the
treat falls on Gabriel’s chest, he gasps.

“Damn, you’re right. It’s cold.”

I scoff.

“Don’t be such a girl, sweetheart.”

Gabriel laughs softly. I move down to
lick the ice cream off him.

“I love your lips on my body,” he says.

I
love yours on
my
body,
too.

~*~
Gabriel

After we have some more fun with the
ice cream, Mercedes and I take another shower. I start the water while Mercedes
undresses (I’m already naked myself).

Mercedes walks up to me. I take her
hands, and we both step under the shower head. I look up and down her body.
She’s a mess of yummy ice cream and syrup.

“That was fun,” Mercedes says. “And
hot.”

“Fuck yeah. Did you like it?”

“I enjoyed it a lot. Seriously.”

I wash all the sticky stuff off
Mercedes’s body with my hands. She does the same to me. We clean each other off
and then grab the body wash. I like to be the first to do the honors. If it was
up to me, I would enjoy bathing Mercedes myself every day.

Gosh, I must have become addicted to
her. Addicted to the feel of her skin, the scent of her body.

As I’m rubbing Mercedes’s shoulders,
she speaks.

“Have you done it before?”

“Done what?”

“What we did…before.”

Oh, that. Yeah, I’ve been fantasizing
about ice cream fun with a woman for quite a while. About whether I’ve actually
done it…

“I’ve only done it once. But it was a
long time ago. I was in college, so I was young and horny.”

Mercedes laughs at that.

“With…Evelyn?” she asks.