Right now, she’s on my turf. On my terms. And I need her to recognize that.
Hell, I need to prove it to myself too.
Because this woman is becoming an addiction I’m not sure I can break. What’s worse is I can’t imagine I’ll want to—not even if it means losing everything I’ve worked to achieve.
She is mine.
Even though I know I don’t have the right to stake that claim, it’s alive inside me.
“Lie back,” I command her, my voice low and harsh.
When she obeys, I lean over her, taking possession of her mouth in a deep, unhurried kiss. She shudders as my lips move onto her throat, my tongue stroking along the line of her shoulders, then down onto the pretty swells of her breasts.
“Gabriel,” she whispers as I suck one dark nipple between my teeth. “Oh, God.”
She writhes and pants beneath my roving mouth, the scent of her desire punching into my senses and lighting fire to my veins. I skim my hands along her sides, then onto the curves of her hips. With my thumbs hooked into the sides of her panties, I remove the small scrap of silk and set it aside on the floor beside her bare feet.
Her ankle is delicate in my grasp, her calf firm and soft against my lips as I kiss my way back up the long length of her leg. Her breath is shallow and rapid, herthighs quivering as I take them in my hands and open her to my hungry gaze.
“So beautiful.” I stroke the dark, glistening folds of her sex, first with my fingers, then with my tongue. She sighs, a small tremor rippling through her and into me as I circle her clit and suck it into my mouth.
I draw back on a groan, wishing I had all night to savor her. I’ve hardly begun and already I can tell she’s teetering at the brink of release.
“Don’t come,” I order her. “Don’t come until I say so, baby. Can you do that?”
Her answer is a moan and a nod, her lip caught under her straight white teeth.
I smile up at her. “That’s my girl. Not afraid of any challenge. Now, move up to the center of the bed for me.”
She does what I ask, and I stand up, facing her while I unfasten my jeans. Her heavy-lidded eyes watch every move of my hands as I slide the zipper down and push the denim and black boxer briefs over my hips and off the bulge of my erection.
The throaty noise she makes as my cock springs free is so carnal it nearly kills me. With her gaze riveted on me, I grasp my shaft and stroke it a few times. “Look how hard you’ve got me. I can’t wait to get inside you, baby. But first I’m going to feel you come against my mouth.”
She licks her lips and I feel it all the way to my balls.
“Touch yourself,” I tell her, my voice sounding strangled. I ease up on my cock and pivot to take a seat on the edge of the mattress to finish removing my pants. “Show me how you want me to touch you, sweetheart. Let me see your pleasure—but not too far. Your orgasmbelongs to me.”
I watch as she caresses her breasts, her dusky green eyes closing on a thready sigh. “I want your hands on me,” she complains quietly. “Gabe, please . . . I need you.”
I smile, taking too much satisfaction in that unabashed admission. My arousal edges on the verge of agony, my shaft jutting hard and hot against my abdomen as I watch her touch roam farther down her body. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby. I can still taste your sweetness on my tongue. Maybe I’ll feast on you all night.”
She lets out a cry, and her fingers wade into the bare slit of her pussy. She circles her clit, then pushes two digits inside her sex, and it’s a wonder my molars don’t crack for how tightly I have to clench my jaw to keep from pouncing on her.
I shove my jeans down past the socket of my prosthesis and push the suction valve to free my leg. She opens her eyes, watching me as she continues to stroke herself, her thighs squeezing around her hand as her body undulates on the bed. Her fine muscles are straining, her light brown skin flushing a deeper, rosy hue. I’ve never seen anything so hot, so irresistibly sensual.
“Fuck,” I utter hoarsely, reverently. “Don’t you come yet, Eve.”
She tosses her head in denial, but I can see she’s struggling to hold on. I roll the sleeve off my stump and cast it aside, along with my prosthesis. Chucking the sneaker from my right foot, I remove my pants the rest of the way, pausing only long enough to pull the red bra out of the pocket.
I move onto the bed with her, positioning myself between her spread legs. Gently, I still her hand and bring her fingertips to my mouth. Her juices are sweet and hot, more intoxicating than the strongest liquor.
When I tie one end of the bra around her wrist, her eyes fly open. Her movements still, but her breath keeps soughing out of her, her pulse ticking furiously in the hollow below her throat.
“Earlier tonight, you said you were ready to go anywhere I wanted to take you.” With the knot tied firmly, but comfortably, around her wrist, I kiss the center of her open palm. “Is this all right?”
She swallows, her eyes rooted on mine. Then she nods.
I growl, swamped by everything I feel for her right now. “Give me your other hand, sweetheart.”
