Her lower body pressed against the hard bulge between his thighs. She sucked in a breath, her body trembling with need. Or nerves.
Probably both.
It was silly to be this nervous. He was her husband, for crying out loud. It wasn’t like they’d never slept together before. Still…
“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Gabe pushed himself back up, his lips meeting hers in a barely-there kiss. “I’ve got you.”
Ellena’s breath hitched. “Promise?”
“Always.”
She wasn’t just asking about the sex, and from the way his dark eyes had locked with hers, Gabe knew it.
All the pain and heartache she’d felt the last few years began to vanish, and a deep-seated warmth began to spread throughout her chest. It was as if the love he still felt for her had reached inside and grabbed hold of her heart.
Doing some reaching of her own, Ellena slid her bra’s front clasp open, freeing herself for Gabe to see. His audible hiss made her smile. It also made her insides quiver with satisfaction.
“You said I never had to beg…”
Gabe moved his head slowly from side to said, his entranced gaze frozen on her bare breasts. “No, ma’am.” He gave her a boyish grin. “You most definitely do not.”
His mouth went to one nipple, the hot, wet flick of his tongue sending shockwaves through her system. Ellena threaded her fingers in his short hair, grasping tightly when he used his teeth to gently tease the rock-hard nub.
She moaned, and he continued on. First licking and sucking one breast before giving the other the same exquisite attention.
“Gabe,” she panted his name, her hips rising to meet his.
“I know.” He moved lower, his lips leaving a trail of fiery kisses along her midsection.
He stopped when he reached her waistband, his fingers expertly releasing the button. The sound of her zipper coming undone filled the room, and Ellena was more than happy to help when Gabe began pulling her jeans and panties down her legs at the same time.
When he had them off, he tossed them aside as she did the same with her bra, neither caring in the least where any of it landed. And when he stared back down at her, she felt like the most beautiful, desirable woman in the world.
“Even better than I remember,” Gabe muttered, more to himself than her.
“Miss this, did ya?” Ellena teased.
His heated gaze found hers. “More than you can ever imagine.”
Every second she spent with him like this made it harder and harder to breath. Her chest was so full, Ellena thought she’d never catch her breath.
Then Gabe stood to remove his own jeans and boxer briefs, and she began to seriously wonder if she was going to survive this.
She already knew what he looked like naked. Was intimately familiar with every curve and indentation of his broad shoulders and six pack abs. Her mouth had been on every inch of his delectable body, and still the sight of him took her breath away.
His defined muscles and strong physique were incredible, and the tattoos were works of art. But the swollen shaft protruding between his thighs was, honest to God, a thing of beauty.
Her mouth literally watered, which was silly given that this was her husband. For two glorious years, they’d spent every moment they could together. Never taking for granted those times when he was home and between ops.
Ellena had made love to this man countless times before in just about every way imaginable. Still, in some ways, this felt like the first time all over again.
Better than that, this was almost like a rebirth of their union. A renewal of their love. One she could no longer wait to start.
“Now, Gabe.” She let her legs fall open. “I need you inside me. Now.”
Despite the low groan rumbling inside his chest, Gabe took his time. Kneeling on the mattress, his smile grew.
“Patience, baby.” He leaned down. “Need to taste you first.”
