by Taylor Lee
But Gabe shook his head. His eyes were gleaming, a dark emerald green.
“No, Ana. You don’t understand. The women I bed do what I tell them to. And they like doing it. You get it, baby? When I take a woman, I’m the boss. I’m the one in charge.”
He glared at her. “Dammit, Princess, if I told you to make me coffee, you’d make tea. And you’d probably put arsenic in it if you were angry with me.”
Ana tossed her head. “I would not put arsenic in it, I but I might make tea if I thought it was better for you. Anyway, a woman who does whatever you say, isn’t a woman at all. She’s a slave.”
He gave a snort and shook his head.
Ana hesitated. She felt the heat rising on her cheeks. “Maybe… maybe it’s different, Gabe, in the bedroom. When someone you love tells you want he wants you to do… the things he wants to do to you. Maybe that’s different than ordering you to make tea.”
Gabe frowned as if surprised, then annoyed at her response.
“You’re not hearing me, Ana. I’m a demanding son of a bitch, Princess. I like it hard, rough.”
Ana raised her chin and snapped, “I’m tough.”
Gabe gave a wry chuckle. “Yeah, honey, you are. But you’re not up to me.”
Ana forced herself to be calm, firm. “I think I am, Gabe.”
Gabe leaned back against the table and took a long drag off his cigarette. He raked his eyes rudely over her body, openly appraising her as if deciding whether he liked what he saw. A dismissive smile tugged at his lips.
His voice was quiet but commanding. “Tell me what you want, Ana.”
Ana was startled by the flash of sensation in the pit of her stomach. She took a deep breath. She stammered. “I… I… you know, Gabe.”
He grinned but his eyes were dark, cold. “Yeah, I do know. But I want you to tell me.”
She bit her lip and clenched her fists on her thighs to stop her legs from shaking.
Gabe shook his head. “That’s what I mean. Ana. This is the third time I’ve asked you to do something and you can’t — or won’t.”
She raised her chin and glared at him. She saw the dare in his gaze. She bit her lip and swallowed hard. Still not sure if she could say the words she forced herself to speak.
“I… I want you to put your fingers up inside of me—” She stopped then plunged on. “I want you to touch that place on me that made me scream.” She closed her eyes, grasping for her courage, then looked up at him beseechingly. “And, I want you to touch me on that hard nub, on that place that you did when you made me… come.”
Gabe stared at her. There were tears in her eyes but he also saw her desire. Her banked excitement was palpable. The fragrant oils from her bath mixed with her musk and his cock jumped at the smell. Christ, his throbbing prick was ready to break through his pants if it didn’t get relief, soon.
He nodded, then jerked his head at her crotch.
“How wet are you?”
She jumped back, a horrified look on her face. He pressed his lips together and didn’t speak.
Once again, she hesitated then asked, “How will I know?”
He glanced at her crotch then said with an indifferent shrug, “Put your hands between your legs. Touch yourself.”
Her blush was almost painful to see. Then she closed her eyes and opened her robe and delicately slipped her hands inside. Gabe forced himself to breath at the glimpse of her soft curls shiny with dew.
When she looked up at him and nodded, he asked, “Are you? Are you wet?”
Her eyes were shining. She gave him a shy smile. “Hmm… um… yes. Yes, I am.”
He held her gaze. “Good. Now suck on your fingers.”
She started. She looked surprised, embarrassed. When he nodded, she put her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them.
His desire roared through him. It took every bit of control to tear his gaze away from her fingers in that ripe, juicy mouth. By some act of god, he kept his voice and cock under control.
He asked, “Do you like the taste?”
She hesitated then looked up at him. “It’s… different. But… yes… I do.”
He closed the distance between them.
He said, “Let me taste.”
Grabbing her wrist, he lifted her fingers to his mouth. He licked each one and then sucked on them hard.
She gasped and flushed a deep rosy pink.
He growled a low rumbling sound and pulled her close. “I like it, too.”
Chapter 37
As Gabe licked each of her fingers, wet with her juices, the smell of her arousal filled his nostrils. At some primal level he’d known she would taste like this, smell like this. Hot, sweet, tangy. Holding his fingers against his nostrils he breathed in. The blood pounding in his ears rushed to his prick. He gave in. There was no stopping him now. He was about to take the biggest leap of his life. She stood before him, flushed and trembling. When she looked up at him, he saw that her eyes were brimming with as many emotions as he felt. Fear, excitement, desire and most frightening of all, love. He focused on the last.
“Come here, Princess. I want to make love to you.”
She looked up at him and smiled a tremulous smile.
“I’m here, Gabe.”
He lifted her chin and gazed in her eyes. Her inviting mouth was inches away. Her breaths were whispery pants. He knew he would die a thousand deaths if he didn’t take her and take her now. Clinging to his last rational thought, he promised himself he would be gentle, caring, and considerate.
Then he kissed her. He pressed his lips against hers, a fleeting touch. They were as soft and full as he remembered. He ran his tongue across her lips then pressed against the seam urging them to part. Slipping his tongue inside her mouth, he tasted the succulent juices that had coated her fingers. The taste hit him at a primal level.
“Damn, Princess. You taste so good. So fucking good!” With a groan he pulled her close to him and captured her mouth.
All the rage, the fear and the pain of the last days rose up and poured through him. He was greedy, hungry. He couldn’t get enough of her. With his lips, his teeth and his tongue he devoured her. He buried his fingers in her hair and jerked her head back dragging her body up to his.
Ana cried out and dug her fingers in his hair tugging, pulling him closer. Her frantic moans matched his. His tongue drove deeper and deeper, twisting with hers. If he could, he would’ve consumed her. His need was that great. With a huge effort, he unwound her fingers from his hair. Ignoring her shocked whimper, her fluttering wail, he stepped back.
His lungs screamed for air, his cock throbbed for relief. Scrabbling for one breath then another, he regained some semblance of control. She stood before him, a trembling column. Her lips were red, swollen from his feverish assault. She frowned, her expression questioning, uncertain.
He swallowed hard and motioned to her. His voice was soft, commanding.
“Take off your robe, Ana.”
She gasped. Her cheeks flushed a deeper rosier pink. But her gaze didn’t waver. Her eyes stayed locked on his. She bit down on her lip, ratcheting up his desire yet another notch. Her fingers shook when she reached for the clasps holding the silken robe closed. The tiny hooks protecting her naked body from his piercing stare. He squashed the urge to reach over and yank the flimsy covering off of her, shred it with his hungry hands.
Instead he nodded, encouraging her to continue. After several clumsy attempts, her fingers calmed. She looked up at him and her eyes gleamed. His breath caught in his throat when she gave a saucy toss of her head and slid open the clasps. She stood for a moment then allowed the shimmering silk to slip to the floor. That unpracticed invitation hinted at the depths of wanton passion beneath the shelter of her innocence. It nearly undid him. When she stood naked before him her robe pooling at her feet, he stumbled back. His voice caught in his throat and almost choked him.
He shook his head and whispered, “Jesus, Ana, look at you.”
He was s
tunned by her beauty. Awed. His eyes riveted on her breasts, full, firm glorious globes. Her nipples were soft, a dusky pink. They began to pebble, darken, responding to his hungry gaze. He longed to taste them, feel them harden under his lips and tongue and teeth.
She was slender, a mere wisp of a woman, incongruously small compared to his large powerful body. He reminded himself how fragile, how vulnerable she was. But the thought was lost as he traveled down her taut stomach over the lush curve of her hips. He pulsed with the need to spin her around, to examine her ass, the soft tight cheeks with that outrageously inviting crack between them. But his eyes stopped, glued to the apex of her thighs and riveted on the soft cluster of dark curls, dewy with moisture. He stepped toward her and stunned himself by sinking to his knees with a groan. He grasped her thighs in his hands and pulled him toward him. He promised himself he wouldn’t touch her or taste her. He didn’t want to frighten her. He just needed to smell her.
It was as though he had never seen a naked woman before. In the past, the sight of a woman’s body had been a pleasant trigger, the first step to an often anonymous coupling. A powerful impetus to feed a bodily urge. The images never stayed beyond the experience. They blurred along with the indistinguishable faces. As quickly as they came, the acts and the women were forgotten, gone from his memory forever.
But this was different. He stared in wonder at Ana. He knew that he could spend a lifetime and never tire or see enough of her beautiful body. He rose to his feet and motioned her to come to him.
Ana was shaking so hard she could barely stand. She had never known the range of feelings coursing through her. The intensity shocked her and frightened her. She shuddered at the worshipful look in his eyes. He stared at her as if she was an angel, not real, something heavenly. It frightened her… and captured her. She needed Gabe to touch her. To close the distance between them.
But to her shock, he stepped back and unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time. Her gut clenched at the sight of his broad shoulders, his muscled chest and arms. She clenched her hands in tight fists at her sides to keep from reaching for him. She choked at the sight of the dark hair on his chest that arrowed down his stomach to the top of his trousers. He braced himself against the table and toed off one boot then the other. Ana sucked in a breath when his hands moved to his belt. She couldn’t look away. She refused to meet his eyes. She could only stare as he loosened the buttons on his trousers. With an unhurried shove he pushed them to his knees and then gracefully stepped out of them. He stood before her naked. A splendid, towering aroused male. At the sight of his erection, she tried to swallow, but couldn’t get past the lump of fear and desire cinching her throat.
A crashing wave of uncertainty swamped her. She knew she could never satisfy the hunger straining his face and his body. She hesitated then forced herself to look up at him. She blurted, “I… I don’t know what to do, Gabe. I… I don’t know how—”
His voice was low, husky. “Oh, yes, you do. Come here, Princess.”
He reached out and took her hand, and pulled her to him. She huddled against his naked body, reveling in the warmth of his skin against hers. When Gabe wedged his erection between her thighs, sharp tremors exploded through her core. She had an overwhelming need to touch him. To run her fingers over the ridges on his chest. To feel the hard muscles on his stomach and hips. She wanted to reach around and massage the tight muscles curving his butt. But most of all, she wanted to tug at the thatch of wiry hair at his crotch. Shocked at her own wantonness, she looked up to see him smiling at her. God, was her lust that plain, that obvious?
Ana choked, and then forced herself to speak. “You are so beautiful, Gabe. Can I… can I touch you?”
He chuckled but the sound was harsh, raspy. “Oh, yeah, Princess. You can touch me. Anywhere, any way you want.”
He groaned a rough deep male sound and scooped her up in his arms. Murmuring soft loving words in her ear, he carried her over to the bed and laid her on it.
A rush of fear made her grab him, hold his face in her hands. She breathed out a fearful warning. “Promise me. Promise me, Gabe! Promise me you won’t stop”
He shook his head. His voice was fierce. “No, Ana, no. I will not stop. I am going to make love to you, Princess. Now, and for the rest of your life. I will never stop loving you, Ana. Never!”
Ana choked at the words, the words she had longed to hear. But she didn’t have time to revel in her joy. The next moment he took her to places she had never been, never knew existed. His skillful tongue licked and lapped at her soft pink nipples, moving from one to the other. She writhed under him, whimpering excited moans. He caught one nipple between his lips then circled it with his tongue and sucked the beaded tip deep in his mouth. When she didn’t think she could breathe with the pleasure, he caught the tight nub between his teeth and bit down hard. The flash of pain shot a hot burst of pleasure through her body. She shrieked at the searing sensations, the pulsing convulsions. Before she could come down from the crest, he growled in her ear.
“No, no baby. That is just the beginning.”
And it was. Over and over he drove her careening from one peak to another. It was as though there was another Ana inside her. And that Gabe knew just how to peel away the layers, excavate the wild erotic woman inside. His mouth, his tongue and his hands were all over her. He touched her in deep hidden places first with his expert fingers and, then, to her shock, with his mouth, his tongue. She cried out, sobbed and screamed with pleasure as he wrung one fierce chaotic climax after another from her eager body.
She gloried in his musky smell, the sheen of sweat on his body. When he crawled up between her legs, his large aroused body hovering over her, his moans grew harder, deeper. He whispered that he wanted her, needed her. She felt his erection pressing against her heated flesh. Even though it was huge, threatening, she had never wanted anything so much in her life. She cried out when he bent her knees back against her chest and whispered a harsh needy growl.
“Open for me, Ana. I need you. I need you more than I’ve needed anything in my life.”
She moaned and spread her knees in anticipation wanting him as desperately as he wanted her.
He was gentle at first, inching in, then pulling back. A wave of passion broke over her and she begged him not to stop. With each thrust Ana climbed higher and higher, his harsh whispers dragged her further up a cliff of pleasure. When she couldn’t hold back another moment, her need was so strong, he rose up with a harsh animal groan. He began to thrust, to drive deeper than she thought possible. When she heard his passionate exulted shout, a firestorm of sensation flooded her body, stealing her breath. She cried out, shattering in ecstatic waves of pleasure.
~~~
Hours later, Gabe lay beside her, watching her sleep. Her hair was tousled, her cheeks flushed. Her lips were red, swollen and moist. He drank in the heady odors of their combined musk. He marveled at their lovemaking. In all his sexual exploits he had never been with a more responsive woman. Her passion stunned him. With a start, he realized that this was the longest he had lain with a woman following sex. But then he reminded himself that he and Ana had not had sex, they had made love, something he had never done.
He allowed himself to think about their ride back from Dominic’s country home. How Ana cried in relief that Kai was alive, and in anguish that Davy was dead. She was shocked at her aunt’s grievous role in the tragedy. Stunned at Penelope’s relationship with Peter, a man who was as twisted as she was, but at an even more elemental level. Gabe remembered how brave she was, how dignified, standing on that hideous stage. And perhaps most surprising, that she never flinched at his knife in Pat’s throat or the flames that gobbled up the evil men inside.
Gabe took a drag off of his cigarette and glanced down to see Ana looking up at him.
She snuggled in next to him, smothering his chest with kisses.
“Gabe?”
He snuffed out his cigarette and tipped her chin up, to look into her eye
s.
“Yes, Ana.”
“I never knew it would be like this.”
He grinned. “Neither did I.”
They lay together, neither of them spoke, but he couldn’t stop stroking and petting her.
After a moment Ana turned over and sat up beside him. The sheet dipped, exposing one full breast and its soft pink nipple. Seeing her frown, Gabe dragged his eyes away from her luscious breasts and concentrated on her face. He tried to stifle the hard-on that rose up at the sight of her pale flesh. He smiled to himself knowing that it was hopeless. He would be aroused for the rest of his life whenever Ana was near.
He chuckled. “That’s a mighty serious look, Princess.”
Ana shrugged as if what she was thinking was a small issue but the serious look in her eyes belied her seeming indifference.
“Um… I was… wondering—” She stopped.
Gabe sat up and pulled her next to him.
“What is it, Princess? I don’t like that troubled look in your eyes.”
Ana took a deep breath. “It’s… it’s probably nothing.” She stopped then continued in a rush.
“Um… Maude said that that you did things with her that I never knew existed.”
Gabe nodded. “Yeah, honey, that is true.” At her pained expression, he added, “And, baby, a lot of them are things you never will do.”
When she frowned and pulled back, he added, “For example, I am the only man who will ever be in your bed.”
She straightened her shoulders and pinned him with a fierce glare.
“And you, Gabe, will I be the only woman in your bed?”
“That goes without saying, Princess. But you’re not the only one, Ana, who has a lot of learning to do. I’m in uncharted waters too. I plan to spend a lifetime learning to do something I have never done before.”
“What is that?”
“To make love to a woman I love, with all my heart.”
Ana’s eye widened in surprised, then she flushed with pleasure.
“Gabe?”
“Yeah. Princess?”
To his surprise, Ana crawled up on top of him and straddled him. Looking down at him, a wicked grin tugged at the corner of her mouth.
