Unexpected Love (Timid Souls Book 3) by Melanie Munton Page A

walked right past Felicity and once again spoke over my shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”
    If I was going to give Felicity romance, I was going to do it right and I was going to use every second I had with her to prove that she was what I wanted.
    All I wanted.
     
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Chapter Nine
     
    Felicity
    I wrapped my arms around my middle, suddenly very unsure of myself. Gabe just walked out of the room with heavy footsteps and an expression on his face that hinted at anger. His jaw was tight and his breathing was labored.
    Is he mad at me?
    Did I do something wrong?
    I was positive that I just made him feel pretty damn good, so I had no idea what had gotten into him to upset him that way. I looked blankly around the room, not knowing what to do, worried that he wasn’t going to come back. That he would just stew by himself until I left his apartment.
    Not long after I thought that maybe I should put my shirt back on, the man himself came back into the room, a silver tray in his hands that held a bottle of champagne, two flutes, and a bowl of chocolate-covered cherries. I took a long, hard look at that tray, making sure that what I was seeing was in fact real, and then met his eyes.
    He shrugged and grinned sheepishly. “I felt inspired.”
    It was stupid that I felt like crying. If I had any doubts about Gabe’s feelings for me before that, they were demolished with that one grin and the tray in his hands. I didn’t want to tell him that he didn’t have to do any of it, didn’t have to woo me because he already had me. I wasn’t going to say anything because you just didn’t turn down a man trying like that, putting forth the effort.
    I followed him into the bathroom and stood by the tub as he sat the tray on the edge of it. I wished he hadn’t needed to put a pair of gym shorts on before he left the room. But with his daughter down the hall, I certainly understood it. Didn’t matter anyway. Those would be coming off very quickly.
    He pulled a small black remote out of a basket on the floor by the tub, clicked a few buttons, and the iPod dock on the counter blasted the sounds of Mozart through its speakers.
    I raised an eyebrow at him. “You’ve just thought of everything,” I said.
    He stood with his arms down at his sides and nodded his head down at my clothed body. “Off,” he commanded.
    I slowly turned around to present my back to him. “I might need some help.”
    He groaned softly, a quiet rumble coming from deep within him. “My pleasure, baby.”
    The bra was the first thing to come off. His fingers trailed across my skin, undoing each clasp one by one, sending shivers down my spine which his mouth was soon to follow. Once he pulled my arms free of the straps and the bra was on the floor, his hands reached to cup my breasts, the pads of his fingers seeking out my puckered nipples. A moan released from me when he pinched them, kneading them in his grasp.
    My breath caught when his hands traveled lower to the top of my jeans, those skilled fingers releasing the button and slowly dragging the zipper down. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he panted, his inhales becoming shorter, faster with every inch he pushed the denim down my legs. I leaned back into his hard form, needing to connect our bodies in every way possible, desperate to feel the heat of his bare chest against my skin.
    It wasn’t long before I could feel the cool air of the room caress that most sensitive part of me. Gabe was crouched down, helping me remove my jeans and underwear from around my ankles. And then I was naked in front of him. Every part of me exposed to his seeking eyes. In fact, his face was right at my sex, staring at it, and it reminded me of our moment in the restaurant bathroom when he finished me off, the memory making my core clench with arousal.
    Instead of repeating that scene in the bathroom like I expected with the way he was looking at me, Gabe leaned forward and dotted my skin with heated kisses. His mouth