She smiled. ‘You’re not.’
‘Every time I close my eyes, you’re here,’ he confessed. His fingers teased—her nipple, her sex.
Her eyes were half closed now as she shivered. ‘Does the reality live up to the dream?’
‘I’ll make it,’ he promised. ‘I’ll do that for you.’
‘You did last night,’ she said. ‘But I’m taking it all today, Gabe.’
She threaded her fingers through his hair and held him still as she reached up and kissed him.
In a second he claimed dominance, crushing her mouth beneath his. Instantly as carnal and passionate and furious as last night. His tongue impolite, demanding, his hands hauling her closer, the denim rough on her naked skin.
‘Are you sure you can handle this,’ he demanded, breathing heavily.
She leaned closer, resting her weight on him. ‘I want more.’
She wasn’t afraid of the strength rippling through him. The way he’d shown her that passion unleashed last night. She liked it. Her mouth felt huge from the pressure of the kiss just now. All she wanted was another one.
‘More,’ she muttered again, reaching onto tiptoe to press her lips to his again. More, more, more.
Sunlight streamed through the windows. There was no need for the duvet. He threw back the coverings leaving only the sheet-clad mattress and pillows beneath them. She reached round his waist from behind and unfastened his jeans. She pushed them—and the boxers beneath—down. Her hand cupping him for only a second before he spun to face her, to seize her wrists.
She liked seeing him naked in broad daylight. Able to watch the movement of strong muscles beneath golden skin. To feel the focus in his now pure-black eyes. To taste the sparkle as sweat slicked his skin. And she was so hot.
He tumbled her to the bed—thankfully, because her legs had lost all boldness now. He kissed her mouth, her face, her neck, then back to her mouth again as if he couldn’t bear to leave it for long. His hands swept down her body, stroking every over-sensitive spot with teasing touches—alternately light and firm. She couldn’t bear to wait much longer. So wanting—so wanton—and ready.
But he peeled away from her. She gasped, panicking. ‘Don’t leave me now. Don’t you dare stop.’
‘I’m not strong enough to stop,’ he muttered, his gaze fiercely scraping down her naked body. ‘Not again.’
The passionate look in his eyes sent tremors along her nerves. ‘Gabe.’
He swiftly reached under the bed, struggled to rip the plastic wrap sealing the box of condoms. She sat up and watched as he rolled it down his erection. He glanced up and caught her. She smiled. He smiled back.
Yeah, happiness surged as she realized he’d laid down his weapons. He couldn’t deny it any more and she no longer had to fight him for it.
He pinned her to the bed with his weight. ‘There’s no going back now.’
‘Good.’ She wasn’t afraid.
He kissed her, his knees pushing her legs further apart as he settled over her. Excited, she wriggled closer. She could feel him, heavy, thick, just out of reach. Her heart thudded and she clasped his shoulders, pressing kisses on his jaw. He put his other hand between them, his fingers seeking her first, teasing in circles, while he kissed a burning trail from one breast to the other, until she was breathing hard and wet and rocking to an ever-increasing rhythm, urgently needing that satisfaction.
‘I don’t want to come without you,’ she panted, desperate for him to take her.
He grazed the soft swell of her breast with his teeth. ‘You can come again with me.’
She arched, rigid, on the brink of release. ‘No, I want all of you now,’ she begged.
‘Don’t limit yourself,’ he muttered. ‘Indulge.’
It was too late to deny it anyway. Ecstasy slammed into her. She shuddered, lost in the intensity of the tumbling sensations. Her fingers curled into his broad shoulders as she convulsed, desperate still to draw him closer.
As her screams ebbed he encouraged, his voice thick with satisfaction, his words hot and thrilling. ‘Now you’re going to come again.’
Panting, she shook her head, certain it was impossible.
‘Yes,’ he muttered. ‘Think yes.’
