The Look of Love (17 page)

The kettle whistled on the stove, and Gunnar turned off the gas and moved it from the heat. “I think I need to take you back home.”

Eboni shook her head. “No. I don’t want to go home. I want us to talk.” She approached Gunnar and put her hand on his arm.

That simple touch sent a surging heat through his body. Although Gunnar stayed in his spot, he couldn’t stop his heavy breathing. “You don’t understand what you’re doing to me.”

“Tell me.” She moved closer to him.

“It’s like dangling steak in front of a starving man.” He billowed the front of his sweater to get some cool air against his chest. “You want to know the last time I had sex? It was the last time
we
had sex.” Gunnar motioned his hand between their bodies. “I haven’t dated anyone else. I haven’t had any other type of sex either. You were right about the groupies. There were plenty of them willing to do whatever I wanted.” He shook his head. “I didn’t want any of them. I don’t even watch porn. I wanted to stay focused on training and fighting. All night, hell, all day I’ve thought of nothing but having sex with you.”

Eboni blinked and took a step back. “Wow.”

“Yeah. Lack of sex makes a man angry.”

She snickered. “No wonder you remained undefeated.”

“I thought I’d be okay. But having you here and looking the way you do and smelling so good, I just keep thinking about--”

“What?” she interrupted him. “Tell me.”

“I wouldn’t be gentle. I would rip every one of those buttons off your dress to get to your body. I’d destroy your panties just to get to you.”

“How do you know I have any on? I might not be wearing any.”

“Christ, don’t tease me.” He moved by the doorway of the kitchen and pulled a chair in front of his body.

Gunnar felt himself trembling and hoped Eboni didn’t notice. He gripped the top of the chair so hard he heard the wood crack.

“It looks like we have a great opportunity here. It would be a shame to turn our backs on it.” Eboni looked like she glided toward him.

Gunnar held up his hand. “What I don’t want is for us to do something that we’ll regret. I can’t have you hating me again.”

Eboni remained quiet, regarding him for a moment. Then she spoke. “I never hated you. I just didn’t understand.” She took a deep breath. “There’s a difference between now and then. First of all, we’ll be going into this with eyes wide open. I know when Queen gets better that you’ll be going again. No surprises this time. You have a career. You have to defend that title. Second, I want you, too. We’re adults. I think we can handle a little fling without it being something more.”

Gunnar shook his head. “I’m not going to treat you like a fling.”

She moved in closer to him again. “Good. Then don’t. Treat me like a woman you truly care about.”

Gunnar approached her.

Eboni halted him with a hand to his chest. “And treat me like a lady. You may have had my body years ago. I’m going to make you appreciate it now.”

He framed her small face in his large hands. “Baby, I’m not a virgin. You know that.” When he pressed his lips against hers, everything stopped. He didn’t want to pull from her when he did.

“Every dog can learn a new trick.” Eboni smiled.

“Let me get your coat.”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “You still want to take me home now?”

“No. I want you to keep warm when we walk over to the apartment over the garage. I can’t do what I want to do to you in my mother’s house.”

Eboni went to the closet to get her coat. “What about yours?”

“I’m hot enough.” Gunnar put some cookies into a plastic storage bag. When he turned to Eboni, he held them up. “For later.”

After locking up the main house, it didn’t take Gunnar long to walk Eboni over to the garage. He unlocked the door and ushered her inside. As he climbed the stairs behind her, it took every bit of strength for him not to strip out of his sweater and start undoing his jeans.

He wanted to feel her skin next to his. He wanted to touch every part of her body.

* * * *

Eboni’s skin felt electrified as soon as she stepped into Gunnar’s apartment. He took her coat and hung it on a coat rack next to the door. Then he took no time in commanding her mouth again.

Gunnar put one arm around her waist and another hand to the side of her face as he kissed her. Eboni couldn’t help but touch his chest. She brushed her hand over his hard nipple through his soft sweater.

He moaned and slipped his tongue into her mouth. Eboni touched the tip of her tongue against his. She lifted the hem of his sweater and found his nipple again. As soon as she touched it, he broke from the kiss.

“How do we get you out of this dress?” Gunnar put his hand on her shoulder.

It felt as though it weighed a ton. The heft of it reminded Eboni of Gunnar’s size. He’d gained what looked like a good fifty pounds of muscle since last she seen him.

“This is where patience comes in to play.” Eboni took a step back.

Gunnar, accepting her challenge, started undoing each button, starting by her neck. By the time he got down to her breasts, she felt his hands shaking.

Eboni thought for sure he would give up being Mr. Patient and just rip open her dress as he had stated earlier. After a breath, he continued down her body. Once he undid the final button, Gunnar breathed a sigh of relief.

“Very nice, but you could have just unzipped me.” She turned her back on him to reveal the hidden zipper that went all the way down her back.

“Oh, you are going to get it for that.” Gunnar removed his sweater and tossed it to the floor.

Eboni imagined the wild expression he carried scared many of his opponents. To her, she desired him even more. As she backed from him, she slipped her dress down her arms and placed it on the living room couch. She watched Gunnar scan her body.

She imagined that he enjoyed the view of her new black lace bra and matching thong panties. From the way he kept his stare down at her body, and from the prominent bulge in his jeans, she felt she guessed correctly.

Gunnar stalked Eboni. She didn’t want to appear like she fled from him. When her back met the wall, she realized she had blown her cool demeanor. He didn’t blink. Gunnar picked her up and wrapped her legs around his body as he held her under her backside. He carried her to his bedroom.

With great gentleness, he placed her on his bed. From her vantage point, she caught the view of his erection. Before she could give him relief by undoing his pants, he grabbed her ankle and removed her bootie. Then he did the same for the other foot. When Eboni started to pull off her stockings, Gunnar shook his head.

“Keep them on.” He gave her a sly smile.

As though giving her a striptease show, Gunnar kept his stare on her as he undid his jeans. Eboni licked her lips as she anticipated the view. She hadn’t seen his penis in more than ten years.

Gunnar sat on a chair in front of her and took off his boots. She scooted to the edge of the bed as she watched him. With his boots off, he stood again.

“Come here.” Eboni curled her finger at him.

Gunnar stood and strolled to her. When she reached for his jeans to push them down, he held her wrists. She brought her attention up to his face.

“Let me appreciate your body first.” Gunnar released her and undid her bra.

He slipped the garment down her arms and tossed it on the floor. When he reached down for her panties, Eboni moved back to the center of the bed. Gunnar slipped her thong down her legs.

He growled as he admired her. “I didn’t think it would be possible for your body to get any better than the last time we were together.”

“Stop it. I was fat back in the day.”

He shook his head. “Then and now, I saw you as this incredible beauty. Don’t ever put yourself down.”

His compliment had Eboni looking at Gunnar like the man she’d always wanted. It took her a moment to start breathing again.

Gunnar crawled over the bed and hovered his body over hers. Eboni writhed under him. She damn near begged him to touch her. As though reading her thoughts, he lowered his head and arrested her mouth with his firm lips.

Eboni snaked her hand behind his head. With her nimble fingers, she removed the band holding his hair back in a ponytail. His soft hair flowed around his face and tickled hers.

Gunnar moved his body down hers, kissing her cheek, her neck, and the center of her chest. He cupped her breasts in his large hands.

Her breathing increased. He used his thumbs to circle her hard nipples. With the pleasure he gave her with his hands, she found it hard to believe that he used these same hands to inflict pain or even render opponents unconscious.

“Mmm, Gunny.” Eboni arched her back.

Gunnar took that moment to cover her nipple with his mouth. He flicked his tongue over her hard, sensitive pebble. With each pass, Eboni’s body jerked.

He kissed over her chest as he made his way to her other breast. He licked and suckled it like he’d done the other. When he sucked her whole breast, she thought she would climb out of her skin.

Eboni gripped a fistful of his hair. That sensation kick-started a reaction she didn’t expect. Gunnar gave her playful nibbles over her stomach before making his way down between her thighs. She had to let his hair go but she didn’t mind this release.

He pushed her legs apart. Eboni felt her juices flowing from her pussy, thinking about what would happen.

Being the tease she remembered, Gunnar first blew his warm breath over her. The sensation sent her body into a shivering fit. She’d become the addict getting reintroduced to the drug she’d spent years weaning herself off of and swore to never do again.

Tingles rippled over her body when he kissed her inner thighs dangerously close to her core. If Gunnar didn’t relieve her soon, she would be taking care of herself in front of him. She preferred him over her own hand.

Gunnar didn’t disappoint. He swiped his tongue the entire length of her vagina, ending the sweet trip at her hardened clitoris.

Eboni sucked air between her teeth and gripped a handful of his comforter. “Feels so good.”

He pushed his tongue inside her as far as he could while he circled his large thumb over her clit. The sensation forced her to sit up. Her legs shook. She didn’t want to come yet. She didn’t want to be the first one to break. Then again, she’d broken simply feeling him and an old washer going through a spin cycle.

Eboni held the back of his head as she released a scream. When she thought he had finished, Gunnar moved his mouth up to her clit. He twirled his tongue around it as he let a finger delve in her moist channel.

He brought one hand up to her breast and held it as he continued pleasuring her with his mouth. Eboni thought for sure Gunnar had become an octopus at that moment.

Her gyrating hips pressed her mound into his face until, once again, he made her climax.

“God, stop. You’re killing me.” Eboni relaxed against the bed.

“I’m not done appreciating your body.” Gunnar stood and pulled down his jeans.

“It was a suggestion, not a dare.” Eboni propped her upper body on her elbows as she admired his firm ass.

When he turned around to her, she had to blink. Eboni didn’t remember Gunnar being so long and thick. As he made this way to the side of the bed to get in, she stopped him. She sat on the edge and put her hands to his hips as she looked up at him.

“If you do it, I’m going to come right now.”

Eboni offered a grin. “You may not like it.” She grabbed the base of his shaft. “I may not be any good.” She swiped the tip of his weeping cock with her tongue. The saltiness of his essence hit her tongue. “You may be begging me to stop after a while.”

She covered his thick mushroom tip with her mouth and held him there. Unable to fit him entirely in her mouth, she continued to hold him around his base as she moved her mouth down to her hand. When she brought her mouth back up to the tip, she heard Gunnar emit a long, low groan. His shaky thighs gave her enough indication that he liked what she did.

Eboni brought her mouth down on him again, tightening her lips around his shaft. She felt a subtle throb pulsating in her mouth, against her tongue. Her fisted hand brushed against the nest of his sandy-blond pubic hair.

She used her free hand to cup his tightening balls.

“Sweet Jesus!” He held her shoulders.

Eboni increased her speed, moving her mouth up and down the full length of him. Gunnar’s breathing became loud, quickened, and erratic. Until he put his hand on her head, she thought she could make him climax.

Eboni didn’t want him touching her hair, feeling her imperfections, the tracks of her weave. She pulled back and peered up at him.

“I have condoms in my purse.” She winked.

“I’ll protect us both.” He bent down and kissed her quickly before he went to the dresser.

There, he pulled out an all-black box. Eboni watched him opening the box and ripping one of the packages from the string. He opened it and rolled the condom down the length of him.

Eboni rolled to the side and patted the bed. “On your back, King Kong.”

Without argument, Gunnar positioned himself on his back. Eboni straddled him, holding his cock. She braced her free hand on his muscular chest. To tease him, she brushed the tip of his dick back and forth between her wet nether lips.

Gunnar held her hips. She felt him trying to pull her down as he rose his hips up. To control this, Eboni eased the tip of him inside her and stopped. The connection halted Gunnar’s movements for a moment. When she brought herself down all the way to the hilt, he exhaled.

“Bigger than I remembered.” Eboni rocked herself back and forth on him.

“Tighter than I remembered.”

He held her upper arm and pulled her down to him. When her chest met his, he wrapped his arms around her body and thrust his hips up to impale her deeper.

“Yes!” Eboni framed his face and kissed him hungrily, nipping his lower lip.

Gunnar moved one hand down to her ass and squeezed it. In that moment, Eboni felt so connected to him.

He turned her over onto her back. It didn’t take the giant long to take over the situation. The first thrust hit her deep but felt so good. To encourage him, she wrapped her legs around him.