Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 73: Make Love To Me

Clairessa’s POV

Gabriel’s eyes widened slightly, his breath catching as if my words had struck him. “Say it again,” he murmured, his voice rough, almost desperate.

My mouth opened, but no sound came out.

“My name,” he whispered, his fingers rolling down my bottom lips. “I’ve wanted to hear you say it for so long.”

The intensity in his gaze made my knees weak. Before I could think, his lips crashed against mine.

This kiss was unlike any we’d shared before. It was deeper, hungrier, his mouth moving against mine with a passion that made my head spin. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me so close that I could feel the heat of his body pressing into mine.

I gasped as his tongue teased my lips, parting them easily. My fingers wrapped around his neck, holding on to him as if he was the only thing keeping me standing. His other hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back to deepen the kiss, demanding everything I had to give.

“No,” I managed to gasp, breaking the kiss. My chest heaved as I pressed my hands against his chest, trying to create space. “Not again. There’s no alcohol to blame this time, Mr. Storm.” My voice shook, but I forced myself to stand firm. “Stop before you regret it.”

His breathing was heavy, his dark eyes locked on mine. “I won’t regret it,” he murmured, his voice filled with passion. “Not this. Not you.”

He dipped his head, his lips trailing soft, wet kisses along my neck, igniting a fire that spread through my entire body. His mouth lingered, sucking gently against my skin, and I felt a wave of heat pool low in my stomach,

My head fell back against the wall, and a soft moan escaped before I could stop it.

my name,” he breathed against my skin, his lips brushing just

name tasting new and thrilling on my

He captured my lips again, softer this time, but charged with something deeper than passion–something primal, consuming.

waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. My body melted into his arms, craving more of the fire he stirred in

of my ear, his breath hot and ragged. “Clairessa…

Fri, 21

Love

to words..

years…” off as his tongue slid down the curve of my neck, leaving a trail

beneath his slacks. A soft moan escaped my lips as his arousal met my core,

voice a deep growl. “I told myself to push you away. But I can’t… No matter how hard I

his broad back as our breaths mingled. When our

I whispered, my voice trembling with need burning inside me.

dark hair, pulling him closer, urging him to take what we both desperately wanted. My lips brushed his, teasing, begging for

barely grazing mine,

for you.” His forehead rested against mine briefly before he pulled back, running a hand through his hair–a gesture I’d come to recognize as an attempt to control his

felt unbearable, a torture I couldn’t stand. Summoning every ounce of courage, I closed the gap between us, my fingers brushing his hand

breathed, my voice soft as my eyes locked

“I want you, Gabriel Storm. Like I’ve never wanted anyone before. You stir something in me I can’t explain–something wild, something