Gabriella didn't sleep well that night. She kept waking up to visions of Troy, kissing her, doing even more. Some of the dreams were so vivid she could actually feel him touching her, but then she would open her eyes to a dark room and frustrated body.
In the morning, she was exhausted and irritable. She sipped her morning coffee as she drove the girls to school. She thought about their assembly later tonight, the Seymour Manor project and then there was Troy. The question of their marriage. Their lives.
When she got to the Manor her eyes darted around the parked cars looking for his truck. She talked with the Steve, the owner of the Manor who was on site today carrying boxes of trash down from the attic, telling him about the stairs in the entry hall and the progress made so far. Then she checked on Sharpay who was working on the balustrade and making good progress. When she saw Troy's truck pull up the drive she ended the conversation with Sharpay quickly and slipped into the dining room, closing the door behind her.
She waited for a moment, knowing he must have seen her car. Any moment now he come in through the door.
Half an hour past and Gabriella let out a sigh as she shoved her phone back in her pocket. Where was he? Just as she was walking out of the dining room she ran into Jason who was looking at the entry way steps.
"Are you sure you can get this done on time?"
"I'd get done faster if you guys would stop asking me that every five minutes," Sharpay grunted as she continued to work.
Gabriella quickly came over, "Jason?"
"Gabriella," he said with a smile on his face. "Just the woman I needed to see."
She looked over at Sharpay who was flipping him off behind his back. "Right, what can I do for you?" she said with a smile.
"Well it appears that we might have another project lined up, I figured we could drive over and check it out later this evening. Does four work for you?"
Gabriella frowned, "No actually I can't today. My girls are going to be in an assembly and I promised I wouldn't miss it."
"When does it end?"
Gabriella eyes widen as let out a long breath, "Jason that's not-"
"Breathtaking," he looked around the entry way. "You are quiet the genius you know that, stepping inside here makes me feel as if I'm just stepping back in time. Like I'm being transported."
"Thank you," Gabriella felt a blush come to her cheeks. "It's just that I already have plans tonight with my girls and I don't want to break them."
Just then Troy walked through the front entrance, a frown on his lips as he glared at the back of Jason head.
"Mr. Cross," he said with an edge to his tone.
"Ah Mr. Bolton, I was just talking to Gabriella about the work." Jason turned with a friendly smile. "Your crew's doing a wonderful job."
"I'll be sure to pass that along," Troy said placing his hands on his hips. "Is there something that we can do for you today Mr. Cross?"
"I was trying to convince Gabriella to see a new property. I know it would just flourish under her skillful management."
Troy nodded, "Things have a tendency to do that when my wife's involved."
Gabriella felt a faint blush come to her cheeks as she glanced from Jason to Troy who were both now standing in the entry way with their hands on their hips.
"Yes," Jason smiled fondly towards her and she was caught off guard.
Was he seriously flirting with her in front of her husband. Did the man have a death wish? Gabriella's eyes shifted to Troy.
"I can't take all the credit here. Troy is a master and restoration."
"Are you sure I can't convince you to come out and see the new property tonight."
"We have plans," Troy said looking at Jason cautiously.
Jason frowned for a moment as he processed this response. "Fine, I understand. Obligations are what they are. What about right now?"
Both Troy and Gabriella jerked, "now?"
"Yes, we can even stop for lunch on the way back, I'm sure Troy doesn't need you for anything else. Like you said he's a master of restoration. The place is in wonderful hands."
Gabriella looked from Troy to Jason. On the one hand she really did want to talk to Troy but on the other Jason was her boss, and this was a work related issue. With nod she motioned to the door. "Alright," Gabriella smiled wiped her hands on her jeans. "No harm in taking a look."
"After you?" He said motioned for the door. "I'll have her back in time for the family events." He said turning to Troy and giving him a wink.
Troy watched in blur of red as she walked out the front door with him. His arms crossed in front of his chest. He wasn't sure how long he stood there looking at the front door like idiot. Fuming mad for no good reason. Clearly it was work lunch.
"You could take him you know."
The sound of Sharpay's voice pulled him from the fog and he turned around to see her sitting at the top of the steps. "I hate that guy."
"Rightfully so," she said using a rag to wipe her hands off.
Troy let out a huff, "I feel like he's been biding his time just waiting for an opportunity and I'm the idiot that gave it to him."
"He doesn't have an opportunity just yet," Sharpay said with smile.
Troy smiled, "How are the stairs coming?"
"Don't even get me started," Sharpay rolled her eyes as she went back to work.
What seemed like a life time later, Gabriella rushed into the crowded auditorium, checking her watch for the twentieth time. Two minutes until show time. She'd barely made it here on time. In fact if Jason had driven her straight here from the estate she probably never would have made it.
Breathlessly, she scanned the rows of seats filled with chattering parents, searching futilely for an empty place with a decent view of the stage. Gabriella let out a sigh of relief when she saw Troy's distinctive profile. Despite the milling crowds, he'd seen her and was gesturing her over towards the front.
She hurried down the aisle and shook her head in dry amusement when she saw that he'd managed to snare two of the best seats in the house. Near the front but not so close that you had to crane your neck to see. Bonus because it was on side aisle where it was easy to duck out to run to the bathroom or stretch your legs.
The seat next to him was empty. God she missed him.
She smiled gratefully as she climbed over his legs to sit down. Looking behind her she noticed Chad and Piper sitting with a bunch of flowers. "Hey, oh are those for the girls?" she placed a hand on her chest in endearment as Piper nodded vigorously. "That is so sweet."
"You were almost late," Troy said with a frown as he sat up a little straighter.
"But I wasn't," she responded with a hint of annoyance.
"Did you at least have a good lunch?" he said placing his crossing his arms as he stayed focused on the stage.
"I did," she said looking back at the stage as well. "How are the girls? Are they nervous?"
"They're trees," he murmured.
Gabriella narrowed her eyes. "Is there something you want to say to me?"
"Nope."
Gabriella went to open her mouth when a hand touched her shoulder. Turning around she looked up to see Jason looking down at her.
"Jason?"
Troy stiffened besides her.
"I figured since I was already here I might well stay for the performance," he said with a small smile.
"Oh," Gabriella felt her face flush and her heart race. This was a disaster. "That was so nice of you."
"Here, you can sit with us." Chad scooped Piper into his lap opening the seat behind Gabriella for Jason.
"Perfect," Jason took a seat and Gabriella turned so she was facing the stage.
For some reason, Gabriella was intensely conscious of Troy's eyes on her profile as she tried not to look over at him. Taking a deep breath she let it out slowly and placed her purse on her lap. The room dimmed and she tried to focus on the stage as the performance began.
Hailey and Hannah had a small part in the big number of the school performance, so Gabriella watched as her daughters stood as still as they could as the most adorable trees in the Snow White's forest.
The performance went on forever. The girls had two routines in the performance, Gabriella watched as Hailey went through the steps flawlessly, while Hannah preformed with all the conscientious precision and dedication that she used to approach every challenge. The expression on Hannah's face was sober and cautious, and she didn't miss a single turn alongside her sister.
But like her mother, she also exhibited no real sense of grace or artistry. And as proud as Gabriella was of her two girls, it was more evident that Hannah was not cut out to be a dancer.
When the girls made their way off stage Gabriella turned to Troy to find him frowning. "What?"
"Hannah doesn't like it," Troy murmured as his eyes rested on the empty stage.
"Well she wanted to be the tree with her sister." Gabriella kept her voice low, "They always sign up for these things."
Troy shook his head, "But they're different girls Gabriella, maybe it's time we find something Hannah wants to do."
Gabriella rolled her eyes, "Troy I didn't force Hannah to do this, they always sign up and Hailey loves to dance. I mean Hannah might not be a natural but that doesn't mean she doesn't like it."
Troy's frown deepened as he met her eyes. "Were you watching the same kid? Did you see her face, she wasn't having any fun. Why can't we just put Hailey in a dance class and let Hannah try karate or something?"
Gabriella rolled her eyes as she shook her head, "You don't understand they like doing things together Troy, there's nothing wrong with it. And if Hannah ever said she didn't like it she wouldn't have to do it. But I like to give her options and different experiences so she can branch out from always reading."
"Nothing's wrong with reading."
"I know that. I'm happy their both such great readers but it's also nice to do other things they enjoy together and to have social experiences."
"If we were raising the Olsen twins maybe," he snorted. "The girls don't always have to do everything together."
Gabriella let out a long sigh as she brought a hand up to her temple. This was great, just more examples of how they couldn't get along. Could they really ever figure out how to be on the same page?
"Fine so I let them be in the school play together. I thought it would help. I'm sorry if you think I'm torturing the poor things by making them participate in a school activity."
Gabriella shook her head as she leaned back in her chair, she'd said far more than she intended to. She usually didn't lose control around Troy anymore, she'd been doing better since they'd given themselves a break, and her emotional response worried her. She really didn't want to get insecure like this again. She really didn't want to start fighting again either.
Troy adjusted beside her, draping his arm over the back of seat. He wasn't putting his arm around her. In fact, he was probably just bracing himself do he could lean over and talk into her ear. But he suddenly felt close to her. His arm brushed against her shoulder.
A year ago, she would have jerked away from his touch.
"Brie," he murmured, his voice thicker than usual and his breath blowing against her ear. "You're doing a great job with the girls. I never meant to imply anything else."
"I know," she said with a hard swallow. "I just worry sometimes."
Troy hadn't pulled back. He was still very much invading her personal space. "Disagreements are going to happen. And as far as the girls are concerned their going to be just fine."
With a hitch in her breath, she turned to gaze up at him. Their faces were only inches apart, and the look in his eyes was intimate. Certain and strangely reassuring.
It had been so long since she'd felt that kind of support from him, and the resulting emotion caused her vision to blur. "Yeah," she breathed out slowly.
"Yeah," Troy said, his face momentarily drifting even closer to hers.
The deep expression in his eyes took her off guard, and she jerked her head away to focus back on the stage, her breathing a little faster than usual.
There might still be hope for their marriage. But even if there wasn't, they could still work together as parents for the girls. He loved their daughters just as much as she did. And the idea made Gabriella feel so much better, like she wasn't entirely alone.
She managed to make it through the last of the show without falling asleep or having anything other discussion with Troy. When it was over they went to meet up with the girls. Hannah and Hailey darted over upon spotting them in the crowd, and Gabriella sank down to give her girls a big bear hug, raving about how wonderfully they'd done.
Hailey beamed and squirmed appreciatively and then turned to see what her sister was looking at.
"What is he doing here?" Hannah murmured to her mother while motioning to Jason.
"Oh," Gabriella stood up right, she'd almost forgotten he'd come to see the show. "Well, Mr. Cross gave me a ride here because we had a meeting-"
"Then I decided to see the show, your mother was right about you two, you guys were amazing."
Hailey seemed pleased with this. Hannah on the other hand turned a little hesitantly toward Troy like she wasn't sure what his reaction would be.
"You guys hungry for pizza?"
Piper and both girls expressed their excitement as they darted ahead to the parking lot Chad following close behind telling them to be careful.
"We're happy you were able to see the performance," Troy said holding his hand out to Jason.
"It wasn't a problem at all. Gabriella talks about the girls so much I thought it would be a good idea to see them in the act."
"Oh," Gabriella said as she adjusted her purse over her shoulder. "Well thank you for the ride here."
"You sure I can't drive you back to your car? I feel awful that it's still at the manor," Jason expressed with concern.
"I can drive her back to her car," Troy said sternly.
"It's okay," she nodded, "We wanted to take the girls out for dinner and Troy's right he can take me to my car later."
"Alright, let me know when you get home safely," Jason nodded, just before he moved forward to offer her a hug Troy stepped in.
"She'll get home just fine."
Gabriella felt a hot flush flash across her face as she looked around to see if anyone else noticed the growing tension between the two men.
"Right," Jason nodded, "Of course." He let out a long sigh and nodded to Gabriella. "Good night then."
"Night," Gabriella said with a small smile as she stood in place behind Troy.
When Jason was out the double doors Troy relaxed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know he was going to invite himself."
"Yeah, right." Troy huffed as he began making his way out.
"Now hold on a minute," she frowned running a little to catch up. "What does that mean?"
"Nothing."
When she caught up to him in the hall she let out a gasp. "Are you jealous?" she whispered, leaning forwards to speak even softer so they wouldn't be overheard. "Are you jealous of Jason?"
"Why do you sound so surprised? You're my wife, for whatever reason we're still married, and I don't think any husband, separated, divorce or whatever the hell this is would appreciate watching his wife embrace another man in front of the entire PTA."
She was almost choking on the shock and disbelief. "We didn't embrace. And we're just co-workers. You must me crazy to think…" she trailed off, too supposed to even finish the thought.
"I must be crazy to think what?"
"That there's anything but a professional relationship between me and Jason." She put her hand on his chest and leaned toward him so she could speak into his ear, just to be sure no one else could hear. "Troy, seriously I have absolutely no feelings for him. How can you even think I would…. I mean, I'm your wife. Don't you trust me at all?"
"Yes, I trust you," he murmured thickly. His mouth was about three inches from her face now. "I don't think anything is going on between you Jason."
"But you just-"
"I don't think you are doing anything. But why should I assume you don't want to? I'm not exactly winning you over these days. Let alone convincing you this is all going to work out or that you should come home."
They stared at each other for a tense moment, she felt so emotional that she held onto his shoulders. "Because I don't." she whispered at last, telling him the truth, as she always did when she had no idea what to say. "I don't."
"You don't?"
"No. You're my husband. And that means something to me."
As she said the words, she realized how true they were. No matter how where she was or however non-emotional their marriage had become. She never once had an interest in any other man. The idea of waiting someone else wasn't even on her radar anymore.
Evidently, the words got through to him because she saw his expression break for just a moment. "It means something to me too."
For a moment, they seemed to completely understand each other.
"Do you love Daddy again?" that one small voice made them jump apart.
Gabriella winced as she looked down at Hailey who stood before them in her brown little stretch pants and matching fitted top. "Your daddy and I will always love each other."
Hailey frowned thoughtfully. "But do you love him so you want to be with him always?"
Her heart just about broke. "I don't know sweetie," Gabriella admitted. "We're taking our time before we decide. We're going to spend some time together and see what happens." She felt Troy's eyes on her, but she didn't meet his gaze.
"Oh," Hailey said.
Gabriella was terrified that she was handling this wrong, but she didn't know what to tell her daughter except for the truth. "How do you feel about that?"
"Okay." Hailey eyes moved back and for the between Troy and Gabriella. "Are you going to go on dates with Daddy now?"
"Maybe."
"Oh. Can I tell Hannah?"
Gabriella couldn't help but smile, "You can."
Hailey's smile grew. "Will you get dressed up for him?"
Gabriella nodded. "Probably. But they'll just be dates. We don't know if that means we'll be together all the time. We'll have to see how it goes."
"Like that time Hannah tried to wear her hair different to see if she liked it?"
Gabriella smiled, "yes."
"Okay," she paused for a moment. "Uncle Chad said to hurry up."
"Right," Gabriella nodded and turned back to Troy. There was a faint questioning look in his eyes that caused a clench in her heart, but he remained quiet.
Later that night Troy drove the girl's home. Deciding that he would pick them up the following day to give Gabriella a ride to her car.
Currently Gabriella was sitting quietly in the kitchen waiting for Troy as he finished tucking the girls in for the night. She turned to look over her shoulder and seen him coming down the hall.
"The girls alright?"
"Yeah. We read a little," he explained. His eyes stayed on her face for a moment. "Did you mean what you said to Hailey earlier?"
"Uh, yeah. I did, I guess."
He took a step closer to her. "So you're willing to … to take that step?"
Gabriella was quiet for a moment as she watch him. "Yes. I want to. A lot. But I think we still need to take is slow. We can't just jump back to how we were. There's still too much for us to work through."
Troy nodded, "Agreed." His voice was soft and his face unrevealing.
Suddenly she was afraid that she'd hurt him, that he was disappointed by her hesitance. "Is that alright? I know we want things to get better-"
"Gabriella," he said placing both hands on her shoulders. "Do you actually think I'm disappointed?"
She studied his face again and this time she recognized what had ignited in his eyes. Her cheeks warmed and she dropped her eyes. "We probably shouldn't do that."
He gently took her face in his hands again. "Hey," he smiled warmly. "Anything you want."
Gabriella let out a long breathe, "I'm excited too. But I'm still nervous about. I don't want to end up hurting you. Or the girls."
"We'll be careful," he agreed. Then his mouth turned up in a tantalizing smile. So you have plans on Saturday night?"
Gabriella parted her lips. "Saturday?"
"Well, this big investor is swinging by Saturday morning, we should be in the clear to have lunch?" Troy chuckled for a moment. "Why do you look so dumbfounded? I was just asking you out?"
"Oh," Gabriella nodded, "I-actually I promised Chad that I would take Piper for the weekend."
Troy let out a sigh and paused to think for a moment. "Well then, we'll just have to improvise." He pulled her up from her seat he pulled her into her tiny living room.
"What do you mean improvise?"
"Hush," he said pushing the coffee table off to the side and then coming back to her. "Can I have this dance?"
She leaned on the arm of the couch as she glanced at his open hand. Then she made a face before looking back towards the hallway leading towards the girl's room. "Troy what if-"
"You're right. The horror, imagine the girls come out to find us dancing in the living room like a couple of morons."
Gabriella raised her brow as she looked at him with a smile that was hard to smother. Gasping in surprise, her eyes flew up to Troy's face as he slipped a strong arm around her waist and hoisted her up to her feet.
He'd pulled her into a dance position, his arm around her waist. Immediately she relaxed and fell into step with him, Gabriella moved her right hand up to his shoulder and started to sway her hips with his. Even without music she and Troy moved together naturally, intuitively. They'd danced occasionally when they'd been together but, never in the living room, never without music.
Gabriella loved it. It was the perfect outlet for her restlessness after the long day she'd had. She felt close to him, after 11 months of fighting and 5 months of being separated, these last few weeks of working together on the Seymour Manor project hadn't exactly brought them closer but it had forced her to see him more often. To work with him. Talk through conflicts rather than avoid them.
It felt so natural to move to his rhythm to press her body against his, to synchronize their breathing. Troy's hands had been at her waist, but gradually they slipped down further. It didn't feel sleazy or presumptuous. She loved the feel of his hands on her bottom, gently guiding her rhythm. And the lean hard line of his chest felt delicious as her breast rubbed against it.
Eventually, everything felt so good that she dropped her head back and closed her eyes, arching slightly against the heat of his body. And it took her a minute to recognize that Troy's hands had changed positions again. They'd hiked up the fabric of her shirt and were caressing the small of her back.
Troy hands were also easing her pelvis into his. The hard bulge she felt at the front of his pants seemed natural too, seemed one more tantalizing feature of the entire experience.
And when his head bent down and his mouth started to move across the exposed skin at the side of her neck, she didn't even question it. She wanted it. Wanted to feel him like that.
When his teeth scraped lightly her skin, she was suddenly conscious of how aroused she was. Deeply aroused, the pressure pulsing to the beat of some music made up in her own mind at this point.
She moaned softly, unable to stifle the pleasure of feeling so incredibly good. That made a grunt escape from Troy's lips and uncontrolled sound suddenly jarred her out of her haze.
"What are we doing?" she gasped, still unable to pull away from the warmth of his body.
Troy stilled. "I believe this is called foreplay."
Gabriella felt a flash of terror followed by swell of the deepest need she could remember. "Well, stop it."
Troy let out a chuckle, "Brie, it take two to tango. I didn't get here alone you know."
"Yeah," this time she did find the strength to pull away, "But you did drag me here."
"Hey." Troy frowned. He opened his mouth to say something, but just then his phone rang from his belt.
At the sound Gabriella jerk, taking even a few more steps away from him. "You had better get that. It might be someone from the job."
"Can we just screw the job for a minute," Troy said unhooking his phone and tossing it to the side. It landed on the couch with a soft thud. Troy raised his head to meet her eyes, his gaze hot, hungry, and so familiar. "Gabriella? Do you want to?"
Having sex with Troy was exactly what she wanted to do. He was her husband she felt close to him. She wanted to feel closer still. But the thought of it also made her heart race with anxiety. "I don't know," she admitted breathlessly.
"Yes you do."
Obviously, she wanted to have sex with Troy. But she didn't know if she was ready yet, and she didn't know what it would mean for the future. They had to be careful. They just couldn't move too quickly.
She wasn't sure how long she was she quietly standing there mulling over the possibilities. Maybe just a minute. Maybe a few. Then Troy walked over to her placed his hands on her hips. He looked at her with quiet, intense eyes but didn't say anything.
He was still aroused. She could see it in the slight flush on his cheeks, the coiled tension in his posture, the bulge at the front of his trousers. She was still aroused too, even in her confusion.
"Troy," she said, her voice a little strangled, "I do want to. I'm just … scared."
He stood up a little straighter. Once again, his mouth opened, as if he were about to make his case. Then something flickered over his expression, and he gave his head a slight shake.
Instead of speaking, he took her face in his hands with an urgency that surprised her. He leaned into a hungry kiss. And she responded. Almost as if lost in the world wind she couldn't help it. His mouth was passionate, searching, strangely needy. And his hands hadn't released her face, holding it like she was precious. And it was the need she sensed in him more than the desire that dissolved the last of her resistance.
She moaned deep in her throat and twined her arm around his neck. She opened to stroke of his tongue, the pressure of her arousal pulsing up through her spine to overwhelm her entire being.
Gently, but with an ardor that surprised her, Troy bent to sweep her from the ground carrying her bridal style towards her bedroom. Where he put her down gently on the bed and eased her back onto the bed as they kissed.
"The door, the girls," she mumbled.
"Yeah. I got it," he was up and at the door shutting it and twisting the lock. Turning around he started towards the bed, removing his shirt in the process. God it had been so long since she seen him without a shirt on. He reached the bed reaching for her bare feet and pulling her down the bed too him in one whooshing motion that was all man.
Her insides clenched. She loved the feel of his firm heated body above hers as much as she loved the way his mouth ravenously plunders hers. This time was no different. He touched her just as if no time had passed at all, as if he wanted her just as desperately has he had all those years ago.
When he finally tore away from the kiss, they were both panting and slightly dazed. They stared at each other for several seconds, and Gabriella was astonished by the degree of hot need visible in his eyes.
"Troy." She gasped, arching her neck as he lowered his face to trail kisses down her throat.
He hummed against her pulse point, the vibrations making her shiver. He reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head pulling a few strand loose from her pony tail. "You're so beautiful" he said thickly, leaning down to mouth his way from her throat to the top of her breast. When he took a nipple in his mouth through the fabric of her bra Gabriella gasped in pleasure and tried to push her chest up towards him.
He suckled for a while, fondling her other breast with his hand. And soon Gabriella was moaning helplessly and trying to wrap her leg around him. Then he moved farther down her body, mouthing a sensitive spot on her side.
"You're driving me crazy," Gabriella grumbled as she arched her middle towards him.
"Consider it payback," Troy murmured as he shifted his hands lower undoing the button of her pants and then the zipper. In three soft tugs her blue jeans were on the floor and he kissed along her belly until he'd reached the edge of her panties.
Shameless and eager, she bucked her hips up towards him, her arousal throbbing now and clenching with excitement as his mouth got closer and closer to where she wanted to feel it.
"Troy."
"Not yet baby," he whispered before he leaned down and nuzzled her through her panties.
She shuddered as she couldn't keep her pelvis still and tried to grind it against his face. She was so wet she knew he'd feel it even through her panties.
His lips moved deliciously against the fabric until he'd somehow managed to find her clit. He applied some skillful pressure, the fabric adding another layer of stimulation.
Before she knew it, she felt her orgasm swell up after about thirty seconds, and she thrashed her hips beneath his mouth as waves of pleasure sliced through her. Biting her lip, she managed to stifle the sounds of her release, making only a few broken murmurs.
She was gasping as a flush of relaxation washed over her when Troy raised his head. A small gleam of something familiar in his eyes.
"What?"
"Baby I barely touched you," He smirked.
"Shut up," she warned him.
"Not saying anything." His lips twitched slightly.
"It had nothing to do with any particular skill of yours," she added, just to keep up her end of the conversation. "I've had a long dry spell."
"So I see," he chuckled coming up her body and placing kisses on her abdomen.
"Don't be smug."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
"You sound smug."
"Baby," Troy murmured, as he raised a hand to take one her breast in his hands. "Everything about you feels so damn good I'm just happy to be here."
She arched up into him, as affected by his words as she was by his touch. After another kiss, she pushed him up gently, felling another swell of arousal growing between her legs. "You definitely need to take off your pants now."
He let out a chuckle and then stood up, removing his pants and standing before her naked. If Gabriella hadn't been overwhelmed with a new blaze of desire at the sight of his naked body, she would have been amused by the speed of his disrobing.
She hooked her fingers around the side of her panties, but Troy stopped her before she could pull them off. "Leave them on."
For some reason, her desire surged forward at his request. She spread her legs for him as he climbed back onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. Then he reached to pull her cotton red panties to the side so he could align himself at her entrance.
He stared down at her body for a moment admiring her body as she lay on her back. "You're so beautiful."
"Stop stalling Bolton," Gabriella said trying her hardest to keep herself from wiggling in his hold.
Troy chuckled again as he raised a brow. "You're not as modest as you use to be," his lips twitched slightly, however he looked just as eager as she was.
"You don't like it?"
"It's hot."
Then he pitched his hips forward, sinking into her, his length filling and stretching her. She was tighter than she'd expected, from having gone so long without sex. And she arched up instinctively at the intense feel of penetration.
"Oh shit," Troy grunted, freezing about halfway in.
Gabriella whimpered and lifted her bottom in an attempt to complete the thrust. After a long breath Troy began to move trusting into her slowly, filling her completely. Smothering her moans with his mouth as he brought it down on to hers. Exploring all she had to give him. Rediscovering each other.
She hadn't know how much she missed him, how much she needed him. How much she missed having him to herself. That time when he was all hers, that time when she belong to him. She missed so much belonging to him.
She knew he was trying to hold onto his control, but that only pushed her further out of control. She pumped her hips frantically, whimpering and panting as her body was washed with waves of heat.
When she exploded her whole body shook with it and she couldn't help but cling to him as her body arched up dramatically to meet his. His own orgasm just as strong followed until they were both in a tangled mess of body parts, panting softly.