Every part of him rioted at her words. Fuck that. She was his and when his senses were clear and her naked body wasn’t pressed to his, he would let her know how much she meant to him. Until then, he was going to pleasure her until they were both sated, and thoughts of leaving him were erased from her mind.
“I need you too, sweetheart.”
His mouth found hers and their kisses grew out of control within moments. He loved when he felt her fingernails dig into his back, marking him as hers, and as he pulled his mouth from hers, he craved to do the same.
Out of control, his tongue trailed down her neck. When he was close to her collarbone, he swept his tongue against the sensitive spot on her neck, drawing out moans that drove him crazy with lust and something deeper, something he couldn’t yet define. His lips found the perfect spot at the bottom of her neck and hovered there as he reached between their bodies. At the moment his fingers brushed over her clit, he sucked her skin into his mouth, hard.
His name on her lips as desire coated her throat made him want to drive into her, hard and deep. With his lips on her throat, marking her as his, her raspy voice almost sent him over the edge with no thoughts other than pleasuring her, tasting her.
He released his mouth from her skin and growled aloud as he spotted his mark. His cock twitched with anticipation but he ignored it; he wanted her pleasure before his. He trailed kisses down her body, pausing to lave her nipples before he moved lower, to her soft belly, to her hips, and blew out a breath when he rested his mouth on her inner thigh.
Her chest was heaving, her fists clenched at the sheet near her head, and her eyes sparked with green flames. As he caught and held her gaze, he leaned into her wetness and licked until it coated his tongue.
“Oh, yes,” she groaned.
She was so responsive to him; every lick, every touch had her close to coming apart in his arms. He wondered how long it had been for her, but he growled, not wanting to think about any man touching her. She was his.
His hands gripped her hips and slid her closer to his mouth. He licked her again and again, drawing more moans and words of desire that he never thought he would hear from her beautiful lips. He was becoming addicted to her taste, everything about her.
He wasn’t a novice when it came to pleasuring women. He knew where they liked to be touched, how hard and soft. Instead of demanding where to touch her, how to touch her, she laid back and trusted him with her body. That, he thought, was sexy as hell.
As he sensed how close she was, he flicked his tongue against her clit—once, and then again—before he pressed his lips against her and sucked. Just as her orgasm claimed her, he drove two fingers deep inside her, to extend her pleasure. He groaned as he felt her tight muscles squeeze his fingers. It was several minutes before he slid them out, enjoying the feeling of her muscles clenching, before sliding them deeper inside her.
After a few minutes, her breathing slowed and he pulled his fingers from her. He licked her one more time, before he climbed up her body, brushing his cock against her core, until they were both panting.
“I love how you taste.”
She smiled at him. “I love how you make me come.”
It was his turn to shiver. “Sweetheart, I need to be inside you.”
Her response was to raise her hips; when her wetness brushed against his cock, he pressed her hips down with one hand.
With one thrust, he was deep inside her.
“So tight, so wet,” he groaned.
He captured her lips and kissed her with a longing that increased tenfold now that he was inside her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and kissed him back. When her tongue swept inside his mouth and he captured her moan, his hips rose of their own accord. He wanted to savor this moment, their first together, but he’d lost all control. He slammed back inside of her with a desire that drove every rational thought out of his mind.
As he continued to plunder her mouth, his body and his desire had shaken their restraints, and he drove into her over and over. She moaned into his mouth and held him closely to her body, but he needed more. He shoved his hands underneath her ass, angling her body so she was as close to him as possible. He lifted her hips to meet each of his downward thrusts, allowing him to drive even deeper into her. Her moans drove him insane.
“Sorry…sweetheart. I’ll make it up to you,” he panted.
“Just need you,” she cried as her head whipped from side to side.
His frantic thrusts had left him mindless with everything but the strong need to please her. Soon, he felt her warm wetness wash over his cock and she screamed his name as her body came apart in his arms. Fuck, he’d never felt anything like it. As her inner muscles continued to pulse, he drove deep inside her and roared her name, as his release hit him with the force of a sledgehammer.
He gathered her in his arms and kissed her with all of the emotions he found nearly impossible to express, hoping that she was able to understand how deeply involved he was with her. His muscles started to loosen when he felt another orgasm sweep through her. He thrust into her twice more and held, extending her pleasure, until she fell back onto the bed, spent.
He rolled to his side and wrapped her against him. His heart threatened to beat out of his chest as she laid her head on his shoulder. Their breathing slowed as the silence between them stretched. He had lost control with her, something he’d never come close to in his life. Once he touched her with intent, everything flew from his mind but the instinct to claim her as his.
“Was I too rough?”
She tilted her head up until she captured his gaze in hers. “No. It was perfect.”
She cupped his cheek and kissed him, just a light, teasing kiss before she lay back down on his chest.
His arm tightened and pressed her closer to him. He wanted her again, which was close to a miracle after having her pleasure him with her mouth and then her lush body, but he wanted to give her a chance to catch her breath. As he lay back on the pillow and closed his eyes, he willed his body to relax. He reveled in the fact that she was in his arms, and he planned to keep her there.
He heard her breath catch in her throat. When he opened his eyes, she hovered over him as need darkened her heated gaze.
“Again?” she breathed.
Without conscious thought, he found himself on his knees. He brought her close and brushed his mouth against her lips as he pulled her closer, but she fought against his grip and positioned herself on her hands and knees in front of him. He sucked in a breath at the sight of her hair draped over one shoulder, and her back arched in a way that brought her rounded bottom close to his cock. She looked back and when her tongue darted out and licked her lower lip, he was lost.
He ran his hands over the soft skin on her back and bottom before his hands gripped her hips. With a growl, he surged inside and took a deep breath when he felt himself surrounded by her tight wetness.
“Oh, oh,” she moaned.
As he told himself to gather control of his need and his movements, she pushed her hips back and all thoughts evaporated. He drove into her like a madman, and although her body clamped down on him and her channel was drenched in wet, hot heat, he berated himself for taking her so roughly. Her cries and moans relieved some of his guilt, but it didn’t stop him from draping his body over her and marking her again, this time on her shoulder. As his movements increased, so did the suction of his mouth, until she pushed back against him one final time and came apart in his arms.
“Yes, that’s it—come for me,” he growled.
“Gabriel!”
He enveloped her in his arms and squeezed her as he released deep inside of her, this time stealing his breath and left him with nothing but the feeling of her in his arms. This was where she was meant to be, in his arms.
As fatigue set in, he laid her on her side. He grabbed the comforter and pulled it over both of them before he reached for her, not relaxing until her back was pressed against his chest. His leg intertwined with
hers, and he draped his arm underneath her breasts and pulled her closer. He could still hear her ragged breaths but she was relaxed in his arms.
“Sleep for a while and then I’ll feed you.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He froze. “For what?”
“For making it perfect,” she mumbled as her breathing deepened. Soon, her body relaxed against him and she slept.
He brushed a strand of hair from her face, careful not to wake her up. He knew that it was perfect because of her, not him. He brought her home for selfish reasons, and her words had caused guilt to crush his chest until it was hard for him to breathe. He knew that their relationship would change, and he wanted it to, but he should have told her the truth. The truth that he couldn’t live without her in his life, in his bed, arguing with him and loving him in a way that was as natural to her as breathing.
Sleeping next to her was better than he’d ever imagined, but making love to her, holding her in his arms as she slept—that was what he wanted for his future. He’d never depended on a woman for his happiness, but that was because he was too blind to see her for who she was. He was given a second chance when she came back into his life, and he wasn’t going to do anything to screw that up.
As long as he had time with her, he would tell her how he felt about her. But until he was ready, he would have to continue to show her how much she meant to him.
Chapter Ten
Rebecca blinked awake and for a moment, had forgotten where she was. Her eyes dropped down to the arm draped over her waist, and it all came back to her in a rush. She had spent the weekend at Gabriel’s, in his bed.
Heat washed over her as she remembered every moment of her time with him, from his kisses to the feeling of him inside of her, and soon her core throbbed and her breaths came out in pants. She pressed her legs together, and she moaned aloud as muscles she had overworked the day before protested at her movements.
In order to distract herself from where her thoughts had wandered, her hand moved to touch her still swollen lips. Her fingers then traveled down to her neck and she drew in a sharp breath when she touched the sensitive area he had made with his lips. She remembered the moment he had marked her and the ache in her body intensified.
Every movement in her stilled as his arm tightened, bringing her even closer to his hard muscled body. She felt his warmth against her back and in the comfortable cocoon of his arms, she felt as though she was home.
Her heart stuttered in her chest when reality crashed back down. This was temporary.
She loved every moment of her time with him, and wanted more, but she refused to demand anything from him. It wasn’t as though he promised more than a night or two in his bed, but she found herself yearning for more, which she knew was impossible. She was a realist; he wasn’t a man who settled down with one woman, no matter how compatible they were in bed. She swallowed a lump in her throat, and tamped down her desire to think about a future with him.
Yesterday had been a perfect day that had started with being able to touch him. Making love to him had been a bonus, but she could spend hours looking at his naked body with complete and utter satisfaction. She shivered as she replayed every moment of their time together; they’d made love twice more after they’d woken from their nap and each touch, kiss, and caress was more perfect than the last. They weren’t eager to leave his protective world, so he’d had groceries delivered so they could spend the rest of the weekend together without interruption.
He’d cooked for her, and when she went to sit across from him as they ate, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. They took turns feeding each other, until other desires took over.
In the past, she’d enjoyed sex, but with Gabriel, desire flared with an intensity that she couldn’t control. He didn’t even have to touch her with intent, and she was begging him to take her.
Her thoughts headed in dangerous directions, so when his arm loosened and his breathing deepened, she slid to the edge of the king-sized bed and stood. She found her clothes strewn around the bedroom, but they were too crumpled to put back on. She rummaged for some panties and when she stepped back from her bag, her eyes landed on the white tee that he’d worn yesterday under his sweater. She held it to her face and took a deep breath; it smelled like his masculine soap and a scent she would forever correlate with him. She shivered as she slipped the tee over her head.
Her eyes went back to rest on his sleeping form and she smiled when she noticed that he’d stretched out onto his stomach, his hands shoved underneath his pillow. Her gaze traveled over the wide expanse of his back and down to his right leg that had been uncovered, but froze as he groaned and turned his head in her direction. She held her breath for a moment, but he slept on, and she continued her perusal of his hard body until other needs presented themselves. With one last look, she headed to the bathroom.
She looked at her wild hair and her kiss-swollen lips and smiled at herself. She liked the wild abandon they’d had with each other, and as much as she wanted to slip back into bed and kiss him awake, she knew he needed sleep.
They had lain awake the night before and talked into the early morning about whatever came to mind. She didn’t want to talk about their future, because she didn’t want to put hope into an impossible fantasy. It would break her heart if she was right and it went no further than the weekend. So she avoided the subject, but she couldn’t skirt the question about why they hadn’t gotten together earlier.
“Because you thought of me as your friend’s little sister.”
“No, it was because you never stuck around any time I was in the vicinity. I thought for a long time that you didn’t like me, so I never pursued it.”
She pushed against his chest as she lifted her head. She was surprised that he was telling her the truth; he had thought that she wasn’t attracted to him.
“I was hiding so you couldn’t see how much I wanted you. And you had a date with a new girl every week, so I thought better of showing you that I liked you.”
She ran her hand over his hard chest before her mouth followed. She smiled as a low growl rumbled through him into her, further ramping up her desire for him. She grew bold, and flicked her tongue over his nipple before she drew it into her mouth, sucking hard.
Words had been forgotten as they proceeded to touch, suck, lick, and make love until they were both spent and their breathing came in deep gasps. She had never laughed or enjoyed just being with a man more than the hours she spent with him. She pushed away any thoughts of their time ending, determined to be happy with him during the time they had left.
After tying her hair in a loose bun, she strolled into the kitchen and went to the sleek white cabinet where he kept the coffee filters and coffee. The smell of the coffee alone had her senses waking up, but it wasn’t until he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back into his chest that she felt her body wake and her mind shaking off the last remnants of sleep.
“Good morning,” she chirped.
His arms tightened around her but otherwise, he gave no indication that he’d heard her. She turned around, and frowned as she felt more than witnessed the anger radiating off him in waves.
“What’s wrong?” she choked out. Her hand moved to cup her throat, and she wondered whether she had overstayed her welcome.
“I woke up and you weren’t next to me.” His words were clipped.
She had no idea why that would make him angry, but at the tilt of her head as she studied him, he released her and walked a few yards away. He paced, and despite his anger, her eyes perused his naked chest and unbuttoned jeans that he must have thrown on before he joined her, unable to prevent the flare of heat that licked her body at the sight of him.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts, and her brows drew down as she wondered at the cause of his anger. She was still in his apartment; he must have noticed that her clothes were scattered all over the floor, so she didn’t understand his reaction.
“I’ve been awake for a while, and I didn’t want to disturb you since you haven’t slept much this weekend.”
His face relaxed but he looked at her with concern. “You didn’t sleep well?”
“No, I slept better than I have in a long time, but…” She blushed as she thought about what she wanted to do to him.
“But?”
“I wanted you again, but you needed sleep. So instead of being selfish, I made myself get out of bed.”
She winced at the loudness of her voice. She looked down at her feet and closed her eyes as embarrassment washed over her. She hadn’t meant to yell at him, just as she hadn’t wanted to tell him how much her body craved his; instead, she wanted to spend the day in his arms before the reality of life impeded on their insular world where just the two of them existed.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart, and let’s be very clear. I want you, too. More every minute.”
She could feel him move closer, and sucked in a breath when he pressed against her, the evidence of his desire against her stomach.
“Look at me,” he demanded in a low voice.
She lifted her gaze up to his and in an instant, her embarrassment fled.
“If you want me, then you have me. I don’t need sleep, but I do need you.”
She had the feeling that he was trying to tell her more than what his words had conveyed, but with him pressed so close and his eyes shining with desire, she pushed it to the back of her mind, determined to figure out the meaning behind his words later.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and when she pressed her mouth to his, he surprised her by lifting her onto the counter. He took advantage when she opened her legs and stepped between her thighs, his hands still cupped under her bottom.
He leaned in and nibbled on her lips until she tilted her head and deepened the kiss. Kissing had never been sensual for her, but that all changed whenever her mouth touched his. Shifting her body closer to his, she shivered as his kiss sent bolts of electricity racing through her body.
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