He shifted, so he was no longer touching her intimately, lifting his hands to toy with her nipples instead, pressing kisses to the vulnerable pulse points on her neck. Keeping her in the moan zone but carefully not touching where she was too sensitive. Not yet. And slowly that hazy giddiness receded as she became aware of need knifing through her—even more urgent than before.
‘Yes,’ she repeated his mutter. Anticipation, energy flooded back—nothing but erotic hunger in her body. She rocked her hips up to his, seeking his touch there again. Now.
Wickedly he smiled. ‘Oh, yes.’ He kissed her, his mouth and tongue staking the claim the rest of him was about to.
His hand moved between them again. She felt him gently rubbing, only this time it wasn’t his fingers, but the head of his erection sliding back and forth at the entrance of her slick folds, spreading her damp signs of delight, almost, almost becoming part of her. She sucked in air but it did nothing to cool her. She rocked harder, trying to force him to hurry, but he just chuckled. She ran her hand down his back, clutched his butt, urging him closer, while her other hand pushed into his hair, pulling him back for another of those possessive, passionate kisses. She moaned, so excited by his teasing strokes, right on the edge of her next orgasm.
His hands framed her face and he captured her gaze with a searching one of his own as he slowly, smoothly claimed her.
She closed her eyes at the intensity of it. Tremors racking her body, her mouth opening in an involuntary, silent sigh.
His movement ceased completely.
‘Gabe?’ She looked at him, startled by the expression of pain on his face.
‘It’s not right that something that feels so good for me should be hurting you,’ he whispered gruffly.
‘It’s not hurting,’ she breathed. ‘Honest it’s not. It feels...’ She paused to consider whether saying ‘overwhelming’ would be wise or not. But as she deliberated he tensed, and suddenly all thought fled. ‘Do that again,’ she demanded.
‘Do what?’ He looked agonized.
‘Move like that again.’
He tensed, pressing that touch closer, then released.
‘Like that,’ she breathed, smiling. ‘That’s amazing.’
Gently he thrust closer. ‘Yeah,’ He smiled back. ‘Amazing.’
His hand splayed across her bottom, pushing her pelvis towards his until she grasped the rhythm. She wound her arms around him, holding tighter as his movement became faster, more fluid, stronger as he was sure of her pleasure.
‘I knew it would be like this,’ she murmured, almost mindless with bliss, wanting it never to end.
‘Like what?’ he asked raggedly.
‘Perfect.’
He combed his fingers through her hair, his palm cupping the side of her face, holding her still so he could kiss the soul out of her. He broke it, looked into her eyes with those bottomless pools. She gazed back at him, their breathing mingling, meshing as one as their bodies did the same.
But she hadn’t known it would be this intense. That she would feel this close to him emotionally as well as physically. She brushed a kiss across his shoulder so she could break that heart-stopping eye contact. When she glanced back at him he too had closed his eyes. She smiled when she saw how good it felt for him too. She ran her hands down his back, pressing him closer.
He surged harder, faster. ‘Okay?’ he muttered.
‘Just don’t stop.’ Her eyes opened, wide, her vision suddenly acute as sensations shuddered through her. She ran her hands over him. Suddenly understanding that he was hers to touch now. That there was so much to explore and that until thatmoment she’d been doing exactly what he’d jeered he didn’t want—just lying there.
So now she touched, now she hungered. She spread her legs wider, wrapping them round his hips to trap him in place while her hands swept south, searching out all his masculine secrets.
‘Roxie,’ he choked. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.
‘I thought you didn’t want someone just lying there,’ she gasped. ‘You don’t want me to touch you?’
‘Oh, I do. Later. But I won’t last if you touch me like that now.’
She arched anyway, her body exposed and vulnerable to his. It struck her that at this one moment she was in his total possession. But she was also in his complete care. And he was taking such wicked, wonderful care as he bore down on her over and over and over until she convulsed beneath him, her body finally finding its long-sought completion.
His jaw was locked, his eyes burning as he watched her, ensuring her physical fulfilment. She wasn’t just fulfilled, she was all but delirious with ecstasy.
Gabe didn’t think he’d ever breathe normally again—he seemed to be playing an impossible game of catch-up with his pulse. He’d always cared about whether his partner had a good time with him, but he’d wanted it to be better than good for her. He knew it would be unforgettable—it was her first time after all—but he’d wanted it to be unforgettable for so many more reasons than that.
