“Not your mouth, although I could drink from it forever.” His hand slid from her back towards the front of her skirt, pressing down at the middle. “Here.”
Her eyes were as wide as saucers. Did he mean...? Surely not. He couldn’t possibly... Not here, not now. Her bewilderment must have been evident. Either that or he could read her mind because he gave her a wolfish smile.
“Yes. That’s exactly what I mean.” His mouth slid to her neck, nuzzling her, eliciting goose bumps that spread all over her body. “Do you remember the couple we saw earlier? Did you see what the man was doing between the woman’s legs?”
“Y-yes.”
“I noticed your expression,” he went on, unrelenting. His lips sucked at her neck, nibbled her ear. “You were shocked, but also intrigued. Do you want me to show you what it feels like?”
“But here? Now?”
“Yes. No one will see you.” He looked straight into her eyes. “I wouldn’t expose you. You are mine alone.”
The possessiveness of his tone sent a thrill down her spine, but... “How?”
He smiled, pressing a quick hard kiss to her mouth, before crouching at her feet. “Trust me.”
And with those words, he disappeared under her wide skirts.
She only had a moment to wonder what he intended before his hot mouth found the opening in her drawers and branded the inside of her thigh with a kiss. She almost toppled over with surprise, but his powerful arms grabbed her legs, steadied her.
“Lean against the wall. Relax.” The sound of his voice, coming from within her skirts, should have been humorous, but she found the last thing she wanted to do was laugh with his hands and mouth wreaking havoc with her sanity.
He wrapped his arm around one leg, steadying her while he scooped the other and draped it over his shoulder. Opening her to him, his mouth was at the perfect vantage point to access her womanly place.
A wave of self-consciousness engulfed her. This was wicked. She was so exposed...
The first swipe of his tongue over her center had her leg buckling with shocking pleasure. She would have fallen if not for the support of his arm and shoulder. His arm tightened around her leg.
“I got you. I won’t let you fall.” He spoke against her curls, his humid breath mingling with the moisture seeping from her center. “Fuck, you taste so good, my heart. Yes, soak me with your desire.”
He lapped again, his tongue sliding between her lips, parting them, spearing into her depths and then coming to home with exquisite accuracy over the bundle of sensation where all her pleasure centered.
She moaned. Loudly. Her hands closed around his head over the fabric of her skirts. The maddening man chuckled.
“Shhh. Be quiet if you don’t want people coming over to watch.”
Oh, goodness gracious. How was she supposed to keep quiet when he did that?
Another gasp escaped her as his wicked, wicked tongue took another swipe at her bud. She brought her hand to her mouth, biting her finger to keep the sounds to a minimum. Her head fell back against the padded wall, and she stopped fighting. Stopped trying to resist the overwhelming pleasure taking over her body.
And then he went in earnest. His tongue swirled, lapped, licked, rolling her bud, tightening and heightening the pleasure. She felt like a clock wound too tight. The springs about to snap. If she didn’t release soon, she would shatter. She raced towards the release, desperate to achieve it... and he eased back.
“Gabriel...” she sobbed.
She couldn’t see it, but she fancied she could feel his smile against her flesh a moment before a long finger slowly penetrated her.
It was his time to moan. “You are so hot, so wet, so fucking tight.”
His finger eased out, and she almost whined a protest, but his touch returned. This time two fingers. Sliding, deliciously stretching her.
“I can hardly wait to slide my cock inside you.” His words had the double purpose of arousing her, while the vibrations of his voice stimulated her flesh. “It’s going to feel so good. For both of us.”
The slow slide of his fingers in and out, coupled with his tantalizing words, had created a frenzy of need. She moved her hips, but her position, his hold on her, did not allow her to move freely. She was at his mercy. A recipient of whatever he wished to bestow upon her.
That aroused her even more. This time, a whimper escaped.
“I know, darling. I’ll make it better in just one second. But let me savor this.”
