1. Diavolo Ch 09


    Date: 11/18/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    Henley and a pair of washed out grey jeans. Where he’d gotten the extra clothing, she had no idea, but he looked utterly drool-worthy. She’d donned a pair of cropped, white, linen, drawstring pants, with a delicately crocheted pale-grey top that bared her belly button. It was unlike anything she’d ever worn, but she loved it. Especially the strappy little beaded sandals. He’d taken her to the spa where they’d pampered her from head to toe. Looking down at her fingers, she grinned at the cute French manicure that matched her toes. They’d even painted a little daisy on her ring finger. Gabriel grabbed her hand and kissed it again. Her belly always flipped when he did that. Under the table, her toes curled when his leg brushed against hers. He looked like he wanted to eat her alive, the same intense gaze he had as they’d showered together. Another first for her. Would it always be this way? This intensity, this feeling of free-falling through the clouds. Would she splatter into a million pieces when she hit the ground? “Don’t be scared,” his million dollar voice purred. She gulped. How easy it was for him to read her. “We’ll date a while, but I’m not dragging this out for months. You’re it for me, Abigail. I’ve never meant anything more in my life.” She just stared at him. What was she supposed to say to that? To the intensity in his eyes? She swallowed. “I want to be on my own a while.” He flinched and suddenly there was fire in his eyes. He leaned back to study her, clearly ...
    unhappy. “I’ve been too sheltered all my life, Gabriel. I just wanted to be on my own a while. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to be your girlfriend or marry you. I just want to have my own little place and work. Live normal.” His gaze lowered, thumb rubbing over her knuckles. “I can get a smaller place if you want. I already contacted my broker and put the beach house up for sale.” Her jaw dropped. “What? Why?” His brows drew tight over angry eyes. ‘Rafe brought a bunch of people over last night. I don’t want anyone knowing where I live. I need to get away from it all sometimes. I don’t want the fucking paps sitting on my doorstep every time shit hits the fan.” She nodded, understanding. The circus of media around the hospital was reminder enough of what he meant. She’d hated every second of it. “Yeah. I understand, but…” How to tell him? Her gaze strayed to the rolling waves surging up onto the sand, leaving sparkling white foam in their wake. She felt him tense, making her nibble her lower lip in unease. “But?” he growled. “I want to have my own little place for a while.” When he remained silent, she dared turn her gaze to peek at him again. His face was a mask of stone, only his eyes blazed scarily. Slowly he nodded. “I don’t like it, but if that’s what you want—“ She didn’t let him finish. Grabbing his face, she kissed him fiercely. His hand landed on her thigh, squeezing, a low groan sounding in his throat. Off to her their right, she heard chuckling and sprang back from ...
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