His fingers curled inside her, stimulating a point of such exquisite pleasure it unleashed a dangerous need. She fought toopen her legs further, bear down on his hand, his mouth. But he wouldn’t let her.
“I’ve been dreaming of doing this for so long. But it’s even better than I had imagined,” he crooned.
He lapped at the bud while his fingers continued their magical caress inside. She was giving in to the wave, going under, tiny mewls escaping her throat, when a man and two women walked past their alcove. They didn’t bother to look inside, preoccupied with their own pursuits, but it brought the fact they were in a public place crashing down on her mind. She tensed, the moment receding.
But Gabriel gave no quarter. As if sensing her distraction, he redoubled his efforts, and she was powerless against the onslaught of his skilled mouth. The entire club could stare at her right now and it wouldn’t stop the climax that was barreling towards her at an alarming speed.
It scared her, this uncontrollable passion. She wished they were away from this club. In a proper bed. In private. She feared she was going to cry out. Shatter, tumble. Lose control. But his arm tightened around her. It seemed to say what his mouth was too occupied to utter at the moment.Trust me.He had told her those words several times.
And she did. Taking a leap of faith, she let go. Gave in to the pleasure. Gave in to him, to them. To the energy they created. The climax swelled, exploded. Overtook every corner of her body. Radiating from the place at her core to reach her fingertips. She cried out, hoping the music from the ballroom below drowned out her sounds. Her legs gave out under her. But Gabriel was there. He didn’t let her collapse. He supported her throughout the crisis he had brought on, encouraged it. Extracted every last drop of pleasure from her climax. And then soothed her, brought her back to the ground gently.
Only when she could stand on her own did he emerge from under her skirts. His usually neat hair had become mussed, his mouth glistened with her juices, and his eyes shone with an emotion she could not name but found an echo in her heart. Holding her gaze, he brought up his right hand. His fingers were dripping with her release. She didn’t have time to feel embarrassment before he brought those fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. Closing his eyes and humming in pleasure, as if he were tasting the most delicious delicacy.
The gesture undid her. Reaching out, she grabbed him by the lapels of his coat. His eyes widened for an instant, but he offered no resistance when she pulled him towards her. Responded with alacrity when she assaulted his mouth in a savage kiss. He gave her everything she wanted, and all the things she didn’t know she needed.
This man was magnificent. And he was hers. She could sense it in the way his arms held her. In the way his mouth consumed hers, holding nothing back. And she feared she was just as much his to command. If he wanted to take her here, in front of everyone, she would let him.
Insanity.
But he gentled their kiss. Only to whisper in her ear the words that ignited another raging fire of need.
“Let’s go. Now that I’ve had a taste, I can’t wait to have all of you.”
CHAPTER 24
SHE LOOKED SO WANTON, sitting opposite him in the carriage. Her usually neat curls were a bit mussed, her lips plumped by their kisses, her breast seemed to strain against the bodice of her gown with every breath...
He didn’t even trust himself to touch her the entire ride from the club to his townhome. If he did, he was very much afraid he would lose his tenuous hold on his self-control and would take her in the carriage.
He wanted better for their first time together. Damn it, he wanted a soft bed, and candlelight, and all the time in the world to explore and worship every inch of her body. But he was at his breaking point, his cockstand so painful he feared his member would break if he couldn’t sink it in her glorious, tight—
Fuck.
Stop thinking about her pussy or you will come in your pants.
That would be quite embarrassing. Not to mention useless, given the purpose of their coming together. His jaw clenched at the reminder.
It didn’t matter how he tried to distract himself by looking out the window at the passing scenery. The dark and damp London streets did not hold his interest. They could not compete with the lurid intensity of his thoughts. Of his memories of her. Her flavor, the noises she had made. Her eagerness. He had expected to have to coax her desire. Instead, she was primed and ready. Her over-enthusiastic response made him feel like one ofthose sex gods the Hindus worshiped. She was made for him. And he would die happily between her legs.
She remained silent in the seat opposite. Sometimes he felt her gaze on him in between pretending to watch the scenery pass through the window, just as he was doing. Did she understand he needed this time to regain his control? Was she aware of how profoundly she affected him?
The coach turned and slowed as it approached his home.
Thank fuck.
Steady now. Take your time. Do not jump on her the moment you cross the door.
Funny thing was, he knew he wouldn’t. As desperate as he was, he valued her pleasure too much to be hasty. He wanted to make her come apart in his arms again. And to watch it this time. As marvelously naughty as bringing her pleasure in public while cocooned in the private haven of her skirts was, the one drawback it had was that he couldn’t watch her reactions.
This time when she reached her climax, he wanted to see her eyes cloud, her cheeks flush, and her face contort when she screamed her pleasure. And scream she would. In the club she’d held back, he knew, for fear of being overheard. There was no one in his empty house who could overhear her. Even Thakur was not in tonight, having left in a huff when Gabriel announced his intention of attending Anjali’s masquerade.
He was sorry to have upset Thakur but could not regret that the huge mansion would be empty. He wanted to hear her scream his name with abandon.
The coach rocked to a stop, and he jumped out before the groom had time to lower the step. Reaching in, he slid his hands around her legs and behind her shoulders to carry her out of the coach. Her delicate yelp of surprise was delightful, but her arms came around his neck to hold on to him with complete trust.
Climbing the few steps to his front door, he realized he would have to set her down to open the door. One disadvantage of not having servants.
Dropping a kiss on her perfect little nose, he lowered her to her feet. “Just for a moment. While I open the door,” he reassured her.
