If she never had another opportunity to make love to Gabe she would deeply regret not having him now. He would always be her first. It was fitting in a tragically poetic sort of way. He had been her first friend, her first love, her first kiss, and now her first lover, in the true sense of the word.
Gabe wrapped his hands around her upper arms and pulled her from her seat to stand flush against him. His arousal pressed firmly into the softness of her stomach and heat washed over her body, the molten lust sending liquid desire to her feminine core.
Her hands worked nimbly with the buttons of his waistcoat, the nervousness that she had felt before their previous encounter was gone, replaced by simple, humanneed.She needed to have him within her, filling her. He must be just as eager, for he pulled roughly at the buttons on her bodice.
Their mouths locked in a wickedly passionate kiss as they undressed each other. First Gabriel’s waistcoat and cravat, then his shirt. Mary nearly sighed with relief as his torso was exposed, one corded muscle at a time. Goodness, but he was a finely sculpted man! Rubbing her hands over his muscled chest and rippling stomach, Mary revelled in the sheer masculinity of him. She had burned to do this when she had seen him half nude this morning, and she would certainly not squander this opportunity now.
Pulling her lips from his, Mary half bent to boldly lick the deep crevice up the centre of his torso.
Gabe hissed a breath and she moved to scrape her tongue over his flat male nipples. “Ye tease me something fierce, leannan.”
Mary would have grinned if her blood hadn’t been pounding in her ears so. This man did something remarkable to her body. With hands and tongue she explored the contours of his chest.
“I cannae take it any longer,” Gabe growled.
With a deep groan, he nimbly pulled at her black bombazine sneak-work costume, effectively leaving her only in her night rail.
“I have seen ye in this nightwear too many nights in a row…” Gabe said between kisses, his practiced accent slipping, “and evera night I have thought of taking it off ye.”
“Have you?” Mary breathed.
“Aye, damn it.Aye!”
His lips caught hers in a fervent, if not entirely sensual, kiss. She opened her mouth willingly under his as he gripped the low neckline of her night rail and ripped. The loud rent echoed off the walls of their guest bedchamber, mingling with Mary’s loud gasp as her mouth broke from his.
Her breath caught as she saw his hungry gaze. She shook her now-ruined nightclothes from her shoulders to join her dress on the floor. She stood, nude, before him, allowing him to eat up every inch of her with his gaze.
Gabe’s breath came faster, his chest expanding greatly with each gravelly huff. “Ye’re…God,Mary!”
His mouth crushed hers, his kiss deep and rough.
Gabe wrapped his arms tightly around Mary and he lifted, carrying her effortlessly to the bed and depositing her atop the dishevelled bedclothes, before eagerly unfastening the buttons of his black trousers. His gaze never left her body as he freed himself, shucking his trousers and kicking them away. Mary’s gaze, however, was entirely consumed with his jutting manhood.Good heavens!Is that what she had held in her hand? It was positively stunning. As odd-looking as the male appendage was, on Gabriel it was…beautiful.
Her gaze was locked on him as he leapt atop the bed and positioned himself above her. His hand grazed her hip and her waist, sliding further to rest upon her breast. Her skin heated beneath his scorching touch, but she exulted in his reverential attentions.
“I ken ye experienced yer first orgasm this verra evening, lass…” his voice was rough as gravel.
Mary’s eyes widened in shock. How could he have known that? Oh, yes, of course. Her blunder. She opened her mouth to reply, but Gabe flicked his tongue over her hardened nipple. Her jaw dropped open on a gasp, her eyes drifting dreamily closed.
“Ye will reach many more, if I have anything te say about it.”
His teeth gently abraded her and she hissed a breath.
He lowered himself to her—his tough, male skin rubbing intimately against hers—and she wrapped her arms around him, the feeling of his warmth so deliciously intimate. The sensation was electric, enticing, and dangerously addicting. She slid her hands up his back toward his shoulders, then down again until she cupped his rear, eliciting a rough, quavering gasp from him.
Then she felt it. The tip of his manhood prodding at her opening. She spread her thighs to give him better access, with nary a hint of feminine alarm at her first coupling.
He groaned long and deep as he pushed further, the thickness of him widening her opening nearly unbearably. The dampness of her womanly folds allowed him easy passage as he pressed ever further.
“God, Mary, ye feel so—”
He halted, tensed. His face, first expressionless, suddenly wreathed in horror.
Concern touched her heart. “Gabe?”
He stared, unblinking, at the pillow beneath her head, his face contorted with disgust. “I have made a grievous mistake,” he said, his English accent perfectly in place once more.
He withdrew from her body, but Mary grabbed desperately for his shoulders.
