She got hold of his shirt and tugged. Together they freed him of it.
She threw it across the room as if it were her enemy.
The aggressively male beauty revealed scrambled her thoughts like a punch to the head. The gleaming slopes of his shoulders, the biceps nearly the width of her thighs, the curling hair over pectorals as hard as a table, cut in facets, like a jewel. Before she could reach for him, he slid his hands to her back, lowered her to the settee, and closed his mouth over her nipple, licked, then lightly nipped the pink tip.
She cried out as pleasure pierced her. Her body arced up against him. “Gabriel.”
He circled her nipple with his tongue, then sucked. The onslaught of glorious sensation made her breath come hot and ragged.
“Fucking hell, the beauty of you,” he rasped.
And while his lips were busy teasing her nipple, his hands were sliding her dress down over her legs, down and down. The air of the room was on the entirety of her skin. She was nude. He was not.
“I want to feel your skin against mine,” she whispered to him.
Her wish was his command. He crouched, slid his hands beneath her, scooped her up, and effortlessly ferried her over to the bed. He abandoned her there for two seconds while he got out of his trousers, and then she was in his arms once again. She felt the primal shock of his cock, swollen, hard, and shockingly large, pressed against her thigh.
She turned to him at once. He engulfed her in his arms; she looped hers around his neck, reveling in the meeting ofskin, the chafe of her nipples against his chest, the roughness of the curly hair of his thighs against the smoothness of hers. Their lips met, melded in an inebriating kiss, a searching, carnal dance of tongues as he set his hands free over her body. His palms and fingers roamed over the slopes of her buttocks, skimming along the sharp blades of her shoulders, down the pearls of her spine, slipping between her thighs to find the satiny, vulnerable skin there, feathering across her breasts, tracing filigree shapes over her nipples, revealing pathways of exquisite pleasure to her. She rippled, sighing, in thrall to it, asking for more. She felt as though she were being both claimed and introduced to herself.
She watched his face, riveted by, reveling in, his obvious rapt pleasure in the feel of her. His gray eyes were all pupil. He was a beloved stranger in that moment. It seemed shocking to her that she would willingly lie naked with someone who could easily crush her. It was equally shocking how very badly she wanted to taste and touch every inch of him. She had every intention of doing it.
He kissed her throat, where her pulse thumped. He traced the whorls of her ear with his tongue and she sighed, turning to aid him.
His hand glided over the black curls between her legs, then his fingers slipped between, and she moaned and gave a jerk at this new startling bliss. Her legs slipped open wider.
She was slick and hot.
“Move with me, Ginny.”
Her hips seemed to know what to do, just as his fingers seemed to know what to do. He circled and stroked, like a magician calling bliss from every corner of her being togather where his fingers danced, more swiftly, then harder. Until her skin felt made of bright cinders. Until her breath came in hot gusts. Frightened and exulted, she was hurtling toward something extraordinary, something she needed more than life.
“Gabriel...please...what ishappening... helpme...”
And she was screaming his name as if she’d been thrown over a cliff.
She was smithereens of bliss.
He held her as her body shook in the throes of release and kissed her throat, her lips, her breasts, as she floated up among the stars.
He bridged her, balancing on one arm, his cock gripped in his hand. She arched up, eager to take him into her body.
With a thrust he was inside it. She gasped.
So strange and beautiful, how her tightness softened to receive him.
She saw herself reflected in his eyes, which were hot and hazed.
“Sweetheart. You feel... so good... dear God... I don’t want to hurt you. Hold on to me, love.”
She dragged her fingers over his chest and he softly hissed in his pleasure. His hips drew back and thrust again. She obeyed; she wrapped her arms around him, locked her legs around his back, as if he were a comet she would be riding through the universe. She arched up to take him more deeply. The chafe of his chest against her nipples and the friction of his cock inside her colluded to bank again that shocking bliss; she chased it, knowing now where it would take her, her hands sliding down to notch against his buttocks, holding him closer, urging him on. She knew the wild triumph of watching his control slip away as he lost himself in her body. How his eyes went remote and fierce as their bodies collided ever more swiftly, each racing toward bliss.
“Gabriel... I...please...I’m...”
Her head thrashed back as a silent scream tore from her and shook her like a rag again. She distantly heard her own name on a harsh cry.
He spilled hotly on her thigh. She wrapped him in her arms so she could feel him shudder in the throes of his release.
He found a handkerchief on the table near the bed and gently cleaned her thigh.