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Chapter 8

Never had a guy kissed her the way Gabe did. He was gentle, yet sure of what he was doing. He didn’t mash his teeth against hers while fumbling around her breasts. He took his time and caressed her whole body.

The feel of his warm skin against her own aroused her even more. If this was foreplay, she’d take all she could get.

She ran her hand over his sparse, dark chest hair and circled her index finger around his nipple. Then she gave them each a little squeeze. His husky moan encouraged her to keep exploring. Her fingertips followed the muscles of his arms and shoulders while he expertly kneaded her breasts. Then he gave her nipples a little squeeze too. Her breath caught from the electrifying sensations. She tangled her fingers in his damp hair. She played with the silky strands, winding them around her fingers, being careful not to tug too hard.

Gradually, she caressed a path down his back, gliding over the dip at the base of his spine. When she cupped his buttocks and squeezed, he growled. She ached to go further but waited for a sign.

He rolled so she was lying on top of him, then placed both of his hands on her exposed buttocks and kneaded her glutes. She sighed at the intimacy of this new discovery.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “You feel like silk. So soft… Warm perfection.” He rolled her onto her back, then feasted on her breasts until the rosy tips became hard and puckered. He captured each nub between his teeth, scraped gently as he withdrew, and then flicked his tongue over the very end, creating a torturous frenzy.

Still, there was no urgency in his lovemaking. He seemed to enjoy awakening every raw nerve in her body. The length of his hard cock prodded her naked thigh. She reached down, grasped it, and he sucked in a deep breath.

“Misty…”

She didn’t answer, and he didn’t finish his thought—if he had one.

He rolled on top of her. Nothing stood between her and the point of no return. She couldn’t stop now even if she wanted to.

Gabe said, “I’m going to tell you in searing detail what’s going to happen if we continue.”

“Tell me,” she said breathlessly.

“I’m going to fill you up. Take you, inch by hot inch. I want to feel your legs wrapped around me while I penetrate you. I’m going to rock hard against your clit until you climax. Is that what you want?”

“Yes! More than anything.”

Her next breath mingled with his as they shared a deep lingering kiss. He crawled off of her just long enough to grab something from his nightstand.

A condom, she realized. Thank goodness one of them was thinking logically. He placed the condom on the pillow, scooted between her legs, and parted her nether lips.

“Why are you—” She sucked in a deep breath as his tongue flicked her most sensitive spot. “Oh!”

Her urgent moans filled the air. A rush of sensations erupted into a powerful climax. She thought she heard screaming.Oh yeah, that would be me.

As soon as she had returned to earth, she let go of the sheets she had gripped in her hands as she held on for dear life. Nothing mattered now but having this man inside her.

“Gabe, I want you.”

“How? Tell me exactly how you want me.”

She didn’t dare use the wordsmaking love. The L-word would probably scare him off—and she wanted himin. “I want you fucking me, five minutes ago. Is that exact enough?”

He laughed. “Just making sure.”

He opened the condom package and handed her the rubber. “Would you like to do the honors?”

She took the condom from him and placed it over the tip of his penis but only after planting a kiss there. Then she rolled it all the way down to the root. She cupped his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. He growled.

She wanted to come again, but this time with her lover inside her.

He positioned himself between her knees and paused at her entrance. He smiled down at her, then leaned down and kissed a path to her ear, whispering, “I want you to enjoy this fully.”

She planned to.

He leaned on one elbow, propping himself up. As he entered her, slowly, he looked down at her, and his eyes seemed to glow. His free hand parted her folds so he could make contact with her clit completely.