Wrongfully Accused
Page 32
She pulled his head down, and their kiss was electric. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, pulled her closer, grabbed a fistful of her hair and clutched. He wanted to touch her everywhere at once. “I need to make love to you,” he rasped.
“Yes,” she said. “Please.”
He slid his hand inside her shirt, unclasped her bra and pulled both of them over her head, then bent his mouth to her breasts. Holding them, sucking, kissing, licking her nipples into tight peaks while Kate writhed and bucked, wanting more.
“Gabe,” she said, her tone pleading.
He slid out from under her and Kate raised her hips so he could pull her jeans and panties down her legs. She was stretched out on his couch, naked and panting, hair wild, eyes heavy lidded with passion. He knelt beside the couch and lifted one smooth leg over his shoulder, then kissed behind her knee, up the underside of her thigh to her cheek, then nibbled on it, driving her wild. He moved his lips to the inside of her thigh and continued his nibbling.
“Oh, Gabe,” she breathed. “Yes.”
He shifted back on to the sofa and laid her other leg over the back, opening her completely to him. Then lifted her to his mouth. Her pussy glistened and he set about licking every bit of it.
“Gabe, oh God, oh God.”
“You taste like heaven,” he said, then lowered his face and continued to run his tongue through her folds while she tugged at his hair and begged him for more. He sucked and licked and pressed his face into her until she screamed her release, and still he continued until she lifted his head away and lowered her hips to the couch.
He stood and pulled his shirt over his head, then stepped out of his jeans and kicked off his shoes. “I need to be inside you,” he said.
Kate sat up and took his cock in her hands. He groaned. “Not yet,” she said, and took him into her mouth. It was hot and wet and he thought he would die of pleasure.
“Ah, God, Kate. Stop or I’ll—”
“Shhh,” she said and ran her tongue around the tip of his cock.
“I’m about to explode,” he said. “I want to be inside you when I do.” Using his remaining willpower, he pulled out of her mouth and pushed her back on to the couch.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she said, wrapping her legs around his back and pulling him to her. “I need this.”
He entered her as slowly as he could—it would be over much too quickly if he rushed. “Don’t move for a minute,” he panted. “Okay?”
“I’ll try not to.”
But he had to move, he had to. “I wanted this to last,” he gritted.
“I don’t care,” she said. “Just move inside me.”
“Look at me,” he said. He wanted to see her eyes change as her passion rose and peaked.
“I’m looking.”
He pulled most of the way out slowly, then plunged in. Kate tightened her legs around his back, matching her inner muscles. He tried to pull away slowly again, but damn it, he was too excited, and found himself moving faster than he wanted to. “Can’t...help...it.”
“Harder,” she gasped.
He grasped her hips, raised her higher and pounded into her for as long as he could, even after he felt her contract around him, before he allowed himself the release he needed so badly. Right into her, with no barrier whatsoever.
Still connected, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bed, then pulled her to him and kissed her with all the love and tenderness he’d been dying to show her all these months.
“Kate,” he said. “I didn’t use anything.”
“I noticed.”
“What if I got you pregnant?”
“I’d be happy.”
His chest grew so full he could barely contain his joy. He pulled her on top of him and kissed her soundly. “I guess now you’ll have to marry me. I don’t make a whole lot of money, but we’ll be okay, I promise.”
Her smile was dazzling. She folded her hands on his chest and propped her head up so they were face-to-face. “I get widow’s benefits, so even if I couldn’t work, I mean, if I had a baby...”
He kissed her. “You don’t mind that you may never get all that money back?”
“The cryptographers are still working on the code, so we’ll see.”
“But they’re missing a critical key,” Gabe said. “Which probably went up in flames with those two bastards.” He avoided saying Archer’s or Tyrell’s name. Dead or not, his anger about what they had done to Kate and the others stirred up violent feelings he couldn’t afford in his line of work.
She shrugged. “The important thing is that Jeremy’s trust is intact, so we won’t have to worry about paying for him to go to college.” She smiled. “Or buying him a car, or his first house.”
He kissed her again. “Thank you for doing that for him.”
“I love Jeremy. You don’t have to thank me.” Her smile deepened. “There is one other thing.”
“Hmm?”
“When I set up the trust for Jeremy, I...um...set up one for you.”
Gabe stared at her. “Me? Why?”
“Because you wouldn’t take anything from me, even though it was Steve who made that money, not me. And I knew he would want you to have it. So I thought that maybe there would come a time, you know, when you might need it for something.”
He swallowed. “You did that for me? Even though I was such a jerk?”
She raised one shoulder in a half shrug. “It’s not as big as Jeremy’s.”
“Okaaay...”
“When I set it up it was worth around two million. And that was eight years ago.”
“Wait...two million dollars?”
She kissed the tip of his nose. “No, silly, two million goldfish. What do you think?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Holy crap. I don’t know what to say.”
“How about, ‘Let’s buy a big old house with a lot of charm, near good schools and walking distance to shopping and the library?’ Oh, and a garage or attic I can convert to a studio.”
He kissed the top of her head. “How many bedrooms?”
“Let’s see, two or three more kids, so...four? No, five. And at least three extra bathrooms.”
He laughed. “And a big kitchen.”
“A huge kitchen. And a mudroom.”
“And a pool, a big one.”
“Of course. And a big backyard, with lots of trees.”
“Formal dining room?” he asked.
“Nothing formal will be allowed in our house,” she said. “Ever.”
He rolled so he was on top and kissed her. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” A thought struck him and he grinned. “Even if you are marrying me for my money.”
She gave him a slow smile. “Show me,” she whispered.
* * * * *
About the Author
Ana Barrons is a New England native transplanted to Washington, D.C., where she has raised her two children and worked as a government writer/analyst and educator. She spends her leisure time traveling back to New England and exploring exotic places around the world with her photographer husband. Although her heart remains in the White Mountains, many of her books are set in the nation’s capital, where daily news stories inspire plots about betrayal, theft, backstabbing, terrorism and murder.
Where no great story goes untold.
The variety you want to read, the stories authors have always wanted to write.
With new releases every week, your next great read is just a download away!
Keep in touch with Carina Press:
Read our blog: www.CarinaPress.com/blog
Follow us on Twitter: www.twitter.com/CarinaPress
Become a fan on Facebook: www.facebook.com/CarinaPress
ISBN: 978-14268-9494-7
Copyright © 2013 by Ana Barrons
All rights reserved. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No pa
rt of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of publisher, Harlequin Enterprises Limited, 225 Duncan Mill Road, Don Mills, Ontario, Canada M3B 3K9.
All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.
This edition published by arrangement with Harlequin Books S.A.
® and ™ are trademarks of the publisher. Trademarks indicated with ® are registered in the United States Patent and Trademark Office, the Canadian Trade Marks Office and in other countries.
www.CarinaPress.com