“Alone time?” she asked. “Your family seems so close.”
“Oh, we are,” he assured her. “That doesn’t mean they don’t drive me nuts sometimes. My mom’s the original drama queen, and—”
He broke off and concentrated on carefully laying kindling and arranging larger evergreen branches into a conical framework. “Come and get warm by the fire.” He aimed a blast of flame at the wood he’d gathered and it crackled into life, giving off fragrant pine smoke.
Kelly sat on the floor and held out her hands to the blaze, and Gabriel settled down next to her. They looked into the dancing flames, lost in their own thoughts.
Kelly glanced across at him, taking in his high cheekbones and the firelight reflected in his dark eyes. He was so sinfully handsome it made her stomach flip and a tingling warmth spread between her thighs just looking at him.
“Who would have thought we’d end up here?” she mused.
He glanced at her and smiled. “Me,” he said matter-of-factly. “I knew the first time I laid eyes on you that we were meant to be together.”
She gave an unladylike snort. “Hah! As if you even remember it. You were too busy flirting with every female in that nightclub in—”
“In Mayfair,” he interrupted her. “London. It was just past midnight and you were wearing this tiny little black silk dress that left just enough to the imagination. When I first saw you, you were licking a bead of condensation off the side of your glass. You had no idea how sexy you were.” His eyes glinted wickedly. “Your hair was pulled up, and it showed the curve of your neck and the dip of your collarbone. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. There we were in a room full of trust fund babies in designer dresses and dripping with jewelry, and for me you were the only woman in the room.”
Kelly was stunned. She remembered every moment of that evening and of their dance together – the firm pressure of his hand against the small of her back, the intoxicating scent of him…the way he’d melted away into the crowd, leaving an aching hollow inside her where her heart should be. She’d assumed he’d forgotten that night, that it hadn’t lingered in his memory as it had lingered in hers, returning in the small hours when sleep eluded her.
She’d been wrong. He was gazing at her with frank, lascivious hunger in his dark eyes.
Her lips parted as he leaned towards her and took her mouth in a passionate, demanding kiss.
She kissed him back, their tongues twining and dueling in an exchange that was playful and intense by turns. He grasped her head between his big hands and plundered her mouth, pushing his tongue urgently against hers and pressing his hot, naked body closer against her. When he pulled away to gaze at her, his brown irises were flecked with fire-dragon red and gold, and he was breathing hard.
He tugged at the tie of her wraparound dress, and groaned softly when he pulled it away and saw that she’d opted to go braless. She’d always been self-conscious of her small, high breasts, but as he pulled her into his arms and bent his head to suckle her nipple, she felt a thrill of power. There could be no doubt that her slender body excited him. His cock was hard, straining towards her with a bead of creamy fluid glistening at the tip, and as he kissed and tongued her breast, he fondled the other with his palm, his breathing harsh and excited.
She rose to her knees, and his hands strayed down her body to span her narrow waist. He nibbled on her lower lip, pulling away to watch her with heavy-lidded eyes as he dipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and worked his hand between her thighs.
She was slippery with arousal, and he slid his fingers through the silky fluid, parting her folds and teasing her entrance until she clenched on nothing and groaned with need, desperate to have him inside her.
With a hungry growl, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her towards him, laying back on the carpet of shed pine needles and tumbling her on top of him. She gave a squeak of surprise that turned into a breathy moan of arousal as she sprawled against him, their bodies pressed intimately together. Her small breasts were crushed against his chest, and she could feel the insistent pressure of his thick erection. She wriggled against his hard body as she shimmied out of her panties, eliciting a groan of longing from him, and kicked the scrap of fabric away so they were both lying gloriously nude, exposed to the chilly mountain air. Heat from the fire licked one side of their bodies with invisible tongues, and she shuddered with want.
Parting her thighs, she straddled his pelvis, kissing him as she rolled her hips, allowing his rigid length to slide teasingly through her wetness, the friction kindling sparks in them both. She darted her tongue against his and teased him with her teeth and tongue even as she slid against him, back and forth, in a promise of what was to come.
His patience unraveled and he grasped her hips firmly in both hands, lifting her slightly to position the sensitive, slippery head of his cock at her aching entrance. Then, as he guided her down, he slowly thrust upwards, pushing into her with exquisite control until he was buried balls-deep in her wet heat. She moaned helplessly and clutched at his biceps, enjoying the almost unbearable fullness, before she started to move.
She rose and fell, working his cock in and out of her sopping channel, and each time she thought he was as far inside her as he could possibly be, filling her as completely as she could bear, he flexed his hips and pushed her that little bit further. She gasped, her breathing becoming ragged and a rosy flush washing down her throat and over her chest as he ran his hand up her thigh and found her clit with his thumb. He strummed gently at the sensitive bundle of nerves and Kelly moaned and writhed, her muscles locking as licking flames of excitement shimmered inside her, rising and curling until her arousal was a wildfire burning out of control.
As heat washed through her limbs and the tingling in her core intensified, Gabriel rolled her onto her back and drove into her. She came, clenching around him as he pounded into her, stoking the trailing embers of each orgasm into the igniting sparks of the next and making her all but scream with the intensity of the sensation.
As she clutched at the tensing and relaxing muscles of his back, wrapping her legs around his hips to let him drive deeper still inside her needy body, he uttered a low, broken moan that fractured into a series of hoarse, helpless shouts as he jerked inside her, shuddering with the pleasure-pain of his climax.
