Oh my God. The air around us crackles for a split second, and then my back hits the window.
Of our room.
He carried us here in an instant. And now he’s doing things to my mouth that are probably illegal in a dozen states.
I don’t know what came over me. One moment I was mad at the entire world, and the next…Ipropositioned an angel.I’m going to Hell.
Gabriel tears his lips from mine with a growl. “Be sure, Willow. Be very sure.”
His tone should scare me, but I’ve never been more sure of something in my life. “I want this,” I manage. My body is on fire. “I want you.”
He spins me around, pressing me to the door with another searing kiss. “Do. Not. Move.”
Like I could. I’m so turned on, I can’t think straight. My nipples ache against the lace of my bra.
Gabriel slams the bench seats down flat, grabs the mattress from the top shelf, and tosses it onto the platform in a flutter of sheets, blankets, and pillows before turning back to me.
His amber eyes melt into liquid gold. A muscle in his jaw ticks as he stares at me with an intensity bordering on feral.
My gaze travels down his body to the bulge straining against his zipper. We slept in the same bed last night, but I was so exhausted, I don’t even know if he wears boxers or briefs.
“Willow—”
I bristle at the edge to his tone. “Don’t you dare ask me if I’m sure again.”
He’s on me in a heartbeat. His fingers sift through my hair, while his body pins me to the door. Rational thought runs for the hills. He kisses my neck, and his lips, tongue, and teeth—oh God, his teeth—set every nerve ending ablaze.
Down to my collarbone. Across my throat. Up to my other ear.
“You taste like the sun,” he whispers. “My sun. My light. My world.”
His beard scrapes over my skin, leaving the most delicious burn everywhere he kisses.
“More,” I beg. My fingers are trembling so badly, I can’t work the button on his pants. “Gabriel. Please…”
“Deliciae. Cor. Vita. Mine.” He grabs my wrists, pinning them over my head with one hand, while the other palms my breast through my sweater.
I struggle against his hold, desperate to touch him, but he’s too strong. How can I feel so much when we’re still fully clothed? My core is dripping.
“I am going to savor you, Willow. All of you.” His lips feather along my ear. “What will it take to make you come?”
“Not…much,” I gasp. “But…you have…to get my shirt off…first.”
“Do I?” He wedges his thigh between my legs. “That sounds like a challenge.”
“Oh, God.” Jeans have never been a religious experience. Until now. The thick seam scrapes against my clit. Gabriel pinches my nipple through my sweater, so hard I yelp. But the pain turns to pleasure in an instant. Stars explode in front of my eyes.
I can’t move. Pinned by his hand above and his leg below, I’m helpless to do anything but feel. His teeth scrape along the pulse point at my neck. He finds the other nipple, rolling it between two fingers, and I fly apart.
Gabriel seals his mouth to mine, swallowing my scream. My core pulses in endless waves. His scent wraps around me. My fingers tangle in his hair. When did he let go of my wrists? I force my eyes open, shocked to find my sweater gone and his hungry gaze pinned to the lace covering my breasts.
“You are exquisite when you come.” His tongue flicks over his lips. “I could pleasure you endlessly—for the rest of my existence—and never get enough of you.”
I open my mouth, but can’t find my words.Anywords. Aftershocks roll through my core, and it’s a good thing he still has me pinned in place. I don’t trust my legs to hold me.
“Talk to me,deliciae.”Concern knits his brows together. Tightening my fingers in his dark locks, I pour all I wish I could say into my kiss. This moment is everything I wanted and more.
Gabriel tucks his hands under my thighs, lifting me so I can wrap my legs around his waist. We don’t come up for air until he lowers me onto the bed.
