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.

want to

Gabriel's place-despite everything was closer to Storms Innovations. Which was much more convenient for

And leave when I finally secured my own apartment, maybe in a month

But this?

the last

channeling every ounce of fury I felt—I

the cold floor, fists clenched tight at

care if this was his

if I woke the entire

was going to hear it

bedroom door open, ready

to rip

smug little empire down from

But everywhere was quiet.

No Gabriel in sight.

just been together

stepped in fully, scanning

water. Soft at first, then louder, coming from the

heart kicked in my chest. I knew that sound. I knew exactly what it

rational part of me-the part still clinging to

slam the door, return to my empty room, and deal with everything

my body

Again.

I stepped closer.

glance," I told myself,

I tiptoed toward the bathroom, fully aware I

to cross a line I

door was open. Steam poured out, filling the air with heat and the dark, musky scent of his cologne-familiar in a way

I paused.

Leave.

barked in my

But I didn't.

glimpse -first through the mirror's reflection, then through the fogged glass

when I

Gabriel.

Naked.

to me, hair dark and

biceps—tensed with every slow shift. His

and golden under the

flexed

ridges of

to that

one I'd tried

hard not to imagine.

tracing the curve

down over powerful

braced against the wall. The

shiver shot down my

Oh my God.

other was wrapped

big.

in the privacy of his shower,

pumps that made his

head tipped back, throat exposed, lips parted, a deep groan rumbling

somewhere dark inside him.

My breath hitched.

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

around the full girth of him. With

grder-his strokes Pump

more urgent, more despera

hips flexed.

And then-

"Claire..."

He said my name.

knees nearly

like it hurt. Like

and wrecked in his throat-was

body reacted before my mind could

rushed between

tightened beneath my dress, straining against the

thighs together, desperate to ease the throb building

it only made it

My thoughts spiraled-

the nights I'd been

me down and murmur how much he missed the taste of

skin.

himself had once

in place as he drove

Addictive.

Possessive.