Maybe it was soft of her to worry about emotional manipulation when Gabriel was the absolute king of it, but all the same, she couldn’t bear the thought of him feeling pressured to say the words in return.
Especially since the moment his memories came back, he was likely to feel the exact opposite.
Heart giving a painful thump in her chest, Lucy felt his callused palm against her cheek.
“What’s that look?”he asked, gentle and gruff.“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.There’s no rush.We’re getting married—we have all the time in the world.”
But they didn’t.Panic shook through her, making Lucy pull him down to her too fiercely.“I want everything,” she told him, her vehemence almost embarrassing but for the way it made him thrust his hard cock against her hip, as though he couldn’t help himself.
“I think I can guess what you’re worried about,” he said, and Lucy’s breath froze in her lungs before he went on, “but there are ways to be together without the risk of producing an heir only six months after the wedding instead of nine.”
That breath shuddered out of her.A baby.Of course she should be concerned about doing anything that might leave her pregnant and alone, raising his child by herself.
Or, even worse, trapping him into a marriage he’d hate her for when he knew the truth.
“Thank you,” she whispered, forcing her body to soften against his.And when he kissed her, slow and lingering, she didn’t have to force it.
But she was guiltily aware of a place, deep inside, where a part of her thought…would it be so bad?You would have a piece of him to keep, forever.
No.She had done some things she wasn’t proud of lately, but she wasn’t that far gone.
The pause, the talking, the consideration had all introduced a new element to their lovemaking.When Gabriel swept his hands down her body, his fingers going unerringly to her nipples to tease and pluck them into throbbing need, there was a tenderness she hadn’t felt before.
Lucy gave herself up to it.To the tweaks of his clever fingers and the heat of his mouth on her breasts, to the drag of his tongue down the quivering center line of her body.He paused at the edge of her crisply curled maiden hair and looked up at her, a question in his dark eyes.
She nodded, her thighs parting to make room for his broad shoulders.“You did that before,” she confirmed, breathless and wanting.“While you made yourself spend in your hand.”
His eyes flashed obsidian fire at her words, at the image they produced.Lucy felt liquid with desire at the memory, and at the sure, deft stroke of his thumbs through her curls to part her folds.
“Did you like it?”he asked silkily, then immediately lowered his head and said, “Never mind.Don’t tell me.Let me find out for myself.”
With that, he put his tongue to her.Lucy’s head and shoulders fell back to the bed as her lower body went molten.
Though he claimed not to remember what they’d done last time, he certainly seemed to have no trouble locating all the places that made Lucy gasp and squirm and toss her head on the pillow.Bringing his big hands to her thighs, he spread her wide and tilted her hips up to the possession of his mouth.
The lick of his tongue, a long, flat swipe from the bottom of her entrance to the straining bud of nerves at the top of her cleft, made Lucy shout.She grabbed a pillow to muffle her own cries as he, merciless, did it again.And again.
He was insatiable, an unstoppable force delving into all her secrets and leaving Lucy exposed.Wet and messy and so close to the peak she could scream.Even the near-bruising grip of his fingers on her thighs inflamed her.
It took only one more teasing twist of his tongue at her clitoris, coupled with the floaty sensation of being cradled in his hands and borne aloft on his strength, to send Lucy flying.
The pleasure squeezed her like a vise, wringing her out and making everything between them even wetter and messier than before.It might have occurred to her to feel embarrassed of her body’s responses if Gabriel hadn’t muttered a curse against her thigh, and a heartfelt, “Perfect.That’s just right.Now turn over for me, beautiful, there’s my girl.”
Her body felt strange, at once leaden and weightless.He had to help her turn onto her stomach.Her thighs slid together slickly.She was barely aware as he plucked the pillow from her lax fingertips and pushed it under her hips, raising her bottom into the air.
But she became very aware of her position the moment he knelt between her legs and ran his hands up the backs of her thighs to knead at the globes of her buttocks.Lucy shook, her core still heated and pulsing.No one had ever touched her there, like that.
She held her breath, wondering what he was about to do.
“I love this view,” he sighed, massaging her bottom in slow, sensuous circles that pulled them apart the tiniest bit.“You are delectable, every part of you, my beauty.”
Lucy panted into the sheets.She didn’t know if she wanted to squeeze her thighs together or spread her legs farther.Her mind was a blur of his heated praises and dangerously seductive touches.
For a moment, she felt like she would fly to pieces, and the fear of it tensed her muscles in a way he couldn’t help but feel.
“Shh,” he gentled her.“I’ve got you.”
And he covered her with his body, his hard-muscled chest against her back, his arms framing her head.His cock was a brand against her bottom.
