Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 214: The Most Beautiful Erotic Sight

Clairessa's POV

I could barely breathe-let alone think-as I raced up the stairs.

Every nerve in my body burned, tingling and buzzing from the way Gabriel had pinned me to the wall like I was his.

For a moment... I let him.

No I wanted him.

His heat, his scent, the weight of his body pressed against mine... I'd imagined it a hundred times, maybe more.

And now that it had actually happened, I hated how much of him still clung to me.

My skin still burned where his fingers had wrapped around my wrist.

My lips tingled from the force of his kisses-brutal, hungry, and impossibly tender.

God, I hated myself for not stopping it.

I should've screamed. Slapped him. Anything. But I didn't. I couldn't.

Instead, the moment he touched me,

I moaned his name. Told him how much I missed him.

And I meant every word.

That's what killed me the most-

How easily I forgot every reason I had to stay away.

And the worst part?

I still wanted him to make love to me.

To make me come-again and again—in his arms.

Hell.

I shouldn't want this.

I needed a distraction.

I needed to cool down, to get away from him before the war in my head spiraled

into something I couldn't undo.

I reached my room, shoved the door open-then froze.

No. What...?

My room wasn't my room.

It looked the same-but it wasn't.

Something was off.

The bed was perfectly made-untouched.

But the books I'd left on the side table were gone.

My skincare products on the dresser, the few things I'd started to rebuild with— gone too.

Panic twisted in my chest. I rushed to the closet and threw the doors open.

I didn't have much after the fire, but the clothes I'd managed to buy the ones I'd carefully picked out-were gone. Cleared from the hangers.

Like I'd never even been here.

I turned in a slow circle, heart pounding, breath quickening.

"Where the hell are my things?"

My thoughts spiraled, crashing into one name.

Gabriel.

He had to be the one who did this.

Why? So I'd crawl back? Beg at his feet?

Was this his twisted way of punishing me for pushing him away?

He could've just told me to leave. I knew Jess would've taken me in without hesitation.

But her place was small, already cramped with her own things.

didn't want to

everything was closer to Storms Innovations. Which was

why I stayed-just until I sorted myself out. And leave when I finally secured my

But this?

was the

back, channeling every ounce of fury I felt—I stormed

feet slapped against the cold floor, fists clenched tight at

if this was his

if I woke the entire damn

going to hear

bedroom door open, ready

rip into

to tear his smug little

But everywhere was quiet.

No Gabriel in sight.

was strange-considering we'd just been

in fully, scanning the expansive

I heard the low drizzle of water. Soft at first, then louder, coming

that sound. I

part still clinging to pride-screamed for me to walk

empty room, and

my body

Again.

I stepped closer.

I told myself, already knowing it

crept down my neck as I tiptoed toward the

cross a line

and the dark, musky scent of his cologne-familiar in a way

I paused.

Leave.

barked in my

But I didn't.

lingered in the doorway, angling myself just enough to catch a glimpse -first

I

Gabriel.

Naked.

back was to me, hair dark and wet, clinging to the nape of his

biceps—tensed with every slow shift. His skin

and golden

shoulders flexed as

ridges of his

that

one I'd tried

hard not to imagine.

legs, tracing

and down over

braced against the wall. The

shiver shot

Oh my God.

wrapped around his

was big.

the privacy of his shower, he

made his entire

throat exposed, lips parted,

somewhere dark inside him.

My breath hitched.

legs locked in place. I couldn't move. Couldn't look

hand barely wrapped around the full girth of him. With each pump

grder-his strokes Pump

more urgent, more despera

hips flexed. Muscles

And then-

"Claire..."

He said my name.

knees nearly

Like it burned on the way

throat-was a

reacted before my mind could

between my legs-slick,

my dress, straining against

together, desperate to ease the throb

only made

My thoughts spiraled-

to the nights I'd been

murmur how much he missed the

skin.

hand now wrapped around himself had

place as he drove

Addictive.

Possessive.