I part my lips, releasing a small sound of need, a moan that guides him to give me more. His tongue sweeps into my mouth. He tastes delicious, like wine, chocolate, and ice cream. I slide closer on the leather seat until I’m pressed against his side, slipping my hand through the buttons of his shirt.
“Bella,” he speaks against my lips. “My beautiful, perfect woman.”
“I want you,” I breathe. “Please.”
“You have me. Always.” His mouth moves to my throat, finding that perfect spot that makes me moan every time.“But I want to worship you a little more first.”
His hand slides from my face to my stomach, resting there for a moment in that perfect blend of protective and possessive, before moving lower.
“Gabriel,” I gasp, glancing toward the partition. “The driver.”
He kisses me along my collarbone. “Can’t see us. Can’t hear us.”
His fingers find the hem of my dress, slipping underneath to trace along my thigh. The thought of what he’s about to do in the back of this limo should scandalize the hell out of me.
Instead, the thought makes me feel bold, daring.
I lean back against the seat and part my legs slightly.
“Dio,” he growls, his eyes darkening with want. “Look at you. So beautiful. So ready for me.”
His hand skims higher, and I gasp when his fingers trace over my lace panties.
“You’re already so wet for me,” he says. “God, you’re so perfect.”
He hooks his fingers into the lace, pulling my panties down my legs and tucking the scrap of fabric into his inner jacket pocket before flashing me a hungry, wolfish smile.
“Lean back,” he says. “Let me take care of you.”
I sink into the leather as he guides my legs apart. Manhattan’s evening lights flash across his face as he settles between my thighs. There’s something about the sight of this man on his knees for me that makes my breath catch.
He turns his attention to between my thighs, shaking his head as if in awe.
“You’re so beautiful. Every bit of you. I could worship you for hours.”
He pulls my dress up a little bit, kissing along my inner thigh. I moan, my hands shooting to his hair by total instinct. He kisses and licks along my sensitive skin, teasing me, driving me wild with anticipation.
Then he spreads me open and kisses me in the exact spot I need him the most.
“Oh… ohGod…” The cries pour out of me. The rest of the world fades away, leaving nothing behind but the low growl of the engine and the wet sounds of his tongue against my clit.
His technique is otherworldly. Gabriel teases, sucks, kisses. I focus on the broad strokes of his tongue, to his attention on my clit that makes me see stars. He knows just how to push me to the edge, holding me there for just long enough before bringing me back.
“Oh, Gabriel. Just like that.”
He hums against me, the vibration sending shock waves through my body. He reaches up with one hand and takes hold of my breast. He kneads the flesh, pinching my nipple just so in a way that pushes the pleasure to the next level.
I’m keenly aware that Gabriel’s become an expert when it comes to my body. He knows me like the books on the shelves in his study that he’s read countless times.
But the thought doesn’t stay in my head long before it’s obliterated by two fingers pushing inside and curling just right.
“That’s it,” he says, pulling back just enough to speak. “Let me hear you,bella. Let me know how good I make you feel.”
I turn my head and realize that we’re driving through Times Square. Neon lights flash all around me through the windows, crowds of people just feet away from where Gabriel Moretti is, making me fall apart with his mouth and hands.
The idea makes everything all the more intense.
“Gabriel. I’m… I’m going to…”
