Challenging Gabriel (Knight Security 2) by Carole Mortimer

both. Clive had a young wife on his arm and in his bed, and his son and heir in the nursery, and Angel never had to worry about Daniel’s or her own future again.
    Becoming aware of exactly what a monster Clive was had changed all that. Clive might have given her and Daniel a future, but he took that away from other people, seemingly without feeling so much as a twinge of conscience in regard to what he was doing.
    “Don’t ever think about that bastard when you’re with me!”
    Angel blinked as she pulled her thoughts back from the past and into the present. A present where she and Gabriel were both half-naked.
    She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue before lifting her chin in challenge at the savagery of Gabriel’s expression. “Take off the rest of your clothes first.”
    He didn’t hesitate, gaze holding hers as he slipped off his shoes and socks, before unfastening his denims and pushing them down muscular thighs and then off completely. The black boxers he wore beneath fitted him like a second skin, clearly outlining the long thickness of his engorged cock.
    And then he was wearing nothing at all, his eight-inch cock jutting upward and outward from its nest of dark curls, the skin stretched so tightly, the deep red bulbous tip was bare and moist.
    Angel couldn’t take her eyes off him, her sexual tension having grown as she watched him remove each piece of clothing. He was as beautiful as any predator, muscles hard and defined across the width of his shoulders, chest, and abdomen. Waist slender. Hips powerful. Legs long and muscular.
    “Now you.”
    She released a shuddering breath. “This really is a bad idea, Gabriel.”
    “Do you want me to do it for you?”
    His uncompromising tone said he wouldn’t hesitate to rip her clothes from her body, as he had so many times in the past when he couldn’t wait to lay claim to her.
    She continued to look at his face as she unfastened her bra first and slipped it down her arms, allowing her to see how Gabriel’s eyes darkened as he looked at her pert breasts tipped with deep rose-colored nipples. A deeper rose than they had been in the past, another one of the changes caused by her pregnancy.
    Nipples that became engorged under the heat of that hungry gaze and caused an echoing ache between Angel’s thighs.
    “And the rest,” Gabriel bit out.
    She drew in a slow and shaky breath as she unfastened her jeans and slipped them down her hips and thighs, allowing them to pool at her bare feet before stepping out of them. She now wore only a pair of brief black lace panties.
    “Leave them,” Gabriel instructed gruffly as she would have removed those too, stepping forward to go down onto his knees in front of her. He placed his hands on her hips, holding her in place as he pressed his face against her mound before breathing in deeply. “God, your perfume is just the same!” he groaned. “Don’t move. I said don’t fucking move!” he warned as she attempted to do just that. “God, I’ve ached to breathe in this perfume again. To touch the silk of your skin.” His lips trailed a path over each of those silvery lines on her skin. Her war wounds . The marks she bore for carrying and giving birth to his son.
    “Gabriel—”
    “No more talking.” He pulled aside that small lace barrier and parted silky, trimmed dark curls, gazing hungrily at the swollen lips to her channel and the pulsing clit above before slowly lowering his head and running his tongue along the seam of her sex all the way up to the exposed nubbin above. He groaned as he felt her clit pulse and swell against the rasp of his tongue.
    “Gabriel…” Angel’s hands moved to grasp his shoulders for balance, fingers digging into his flesh.
    “I am going to make you come so hard and so many times, you won’t know where one climax ends and the next begins,” he promised harshly before his tongue flicked remorselessly against her clit at the same time he thrust a finger inside the