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“Continue to make you. I already did.”

I wanted to find a smart-ass retort, but his mouth covered mine and he resumed kissing me. Usually, everything felt like a performance with a man I didn’t know. Usually, I was trying to figure out how he ticked so I could use it against him.

But with Gabriel, I already knew. We’d done so much of this already, and I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to forget it.

I went pliant in his arms, and I let him move.

He didn’t go in immediately. His hands trailed down, slowly moving underneath my shirt and then lower. He went behind the waistband of my pants and underwear. One finger traced along my slit, going right for my clit and then down to my pussy.

“You’re this wet already?”

“I want this,” I moaned. “I told you I did.”

“I prefer to feel it for myself,” he said, pushing his finger inside of me.

Another moan broke free. I would never admit it out loud, but just one digit felt better than most of the men I’d let fuck me.

He went deeper and I arched to get more. He got to his knees and removed every other layer. His mouth lowered and covered my slit, his tongue running up and down me.

Gabriel let out a moan and went in even harder, giving me more pressure right where I needed it.

“Fuck,” I said, my voice already high. I could explain the last time by pure need. I wanted him more than anything now too, but there was no rush.

He just did this to me. He always had.

His tongue went harder, his fingers deeper.

All of those other times felt like a man trying with the wrong tool. It felt like they were on a completely different planet.

This time, we were in sync. This was Gabriel, not some idiot who didn’t know what they were doing.

“G-Gabriel. I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna come!”

He sucked in a breath and his grip on me tightened. His other hand curved upward, going right for my G-spot.

My pleasure hit me like a bolt of lightning and I cried out. My vision went dark and pure pleasure took over me. It was an earth-shattering, all-encompassing orgasm.

It changed me.

My breath came out in heaves even after I finally came back into my own mind.

“Oh . . . my God.”

“Want more?”

“I need a minute.” My head hit the shelf with a thud. “I’m also out of practice.”

“At least it’s not just me,” he said before he covered his mouth with mine.

This time, our kiss was messy and wet, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. My hand trailed to his jeans, where I could feel how hard he was.

I’d had this before, but after over a decade of disappointments, feeling him again made my mouth go dry.

Another part of me nearly wept with anticipation.

“Just fuck me.” His head dropped to my shoulder. “What?” I asked. “Can’t deliver?”

“I’m just taking a minute.”