that she’d felt evaporated the moment he started the shower and turned back to slip his hands underneath her shirt. His fingers were warm and to her surprise, callused. They traveled over her curves and left a warm trail that seemed to singe her deep inside. She loved his hands on her, but she wanted more.
“I’ve wanted to touch you for weeks—months.”
“Please,” she begged.
He whipped her shirt over her head and sucked in a breath when his gaze landed on her bare breasts. She had forgotten to put on a bra when she’d woken up, and she was grateful for her oversight. His deep-brown eyes flared with copper flames, and she felt his gaze as though he had touched her.
“Fuck, sweetheart. It’s even better than…”
Before she realized his intent, his mouth suckled her and she cried out as the sensation washed over her body. She tingled from head to toe as he continued his assault on one bud, and then the other. She had never been this responsive before, and after long moments of his continued onslaught, she felt her body come apart in his arms.
“Gabriel,” she breathed. Her body and voice shook from the orgasm that hit without any warning.
He pulled her close and tightened his arms around her as she leaned her head against his chest, but when sanity returned, she blushed at her wanton reaction to him. Despite her embarrassment of coming apart so easily in his arms, she wasn’t even close to being sated. She reached underneath his sweater and frowned when she encountered the tee he had on underneath.
“You have too many clothes on,” she mumbled.
She lifted the hem of his tee from his jeans, and when she encountered his hot skin for the first time, she sucked in a breath and a long moan escaped her lips. She lifted both tee and sweater up and over his head, taking the time to touch as much skin as she could.
Unable to hold back once his chest was bare, and before she understood her actions, she flicked her tongue over his right nipple, tasting him for the first time. His groan encouraged her to continue, so as she brushed her lips against his chest to reach his other nipple, her hands found the top button of his jeans. With a quick snap of her fingers, the button gave way. She grew bold with every groan from deep in his chest, so she wasn’t surprised when she craved to taste more.
As she lowered the zipper on his jeans, she kissed a trail down his muscled chest to his defined stomach, all the while listening to each groan that sent a jolt straight to her core. As she dropped to her knees, she kissed the spot just below his belly button. His head dropped back and his fists clenched, giving her silent permission to explore him.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and licked her lips in anticipation. As each inch revealed more skin, she noticed that her hands shook from the need that continued to build throughout her. She lowered his jeans all the way to the floor and let her eyes memorize his beautiful naked build. But what she wanted most was to taste him.
He kicked away his jeans and boxer-briefs before her hand circled his thick base and squeezed the hot satin skin that covered hard steel. With a few more slow strokes, loving the deep growl that she drew from him, she leaned toward him, ready to take him in her mouth.
“Damn it,” she cried when he lifted her into his arms and stepped inside the shower.
She jerked her eyes to his when she heard his strangled chuckle. Without a word, he moved her under the triple spray and combed his fingers through her hair as warm water cascaded down her already heated body.
She stayed quiet, holding in her disappointment that he’d stopped her when she just started her exploration, as he shampooed and then conditioned her hair. It felt wonderful to feel his fingers slide through her curls, before he stopped to massage her scalp. He was gentle and despite
“I’ve wanted to touch you for weeks—months.”
“Please,” she begged.
He whipped her shirt over her head and sucked in a breath when his gaze landed on her bare breasts. She had forgotten to put on a bra when she’d woken up, and she was grateful for her oversight. His deep-brown eyes flared with copper flames, and she felt his gaze as though he had touched her.
“Fuck, sweetheart. It’s even better than…”
Before she realized his intent, his mouth suckled her and she cried out as the sensation washed over her body. She tingled from head to toe as he continued his assault on one bud, and then the other. She had never been this responsive before, and after long moments of his continued onslaught, she felt her body come apart in his arms.
“Gabriel,” she breathed. Her body and voice shook from the orgasm that hit without any warning.
He pulled her close and tightened his arms around her as she leaned her head against his chest, but when sanity returned, she blushed at her wanton reaction to him. Despite her embarrassment of coming apart so easily in his arms, she wasn’t even close to being sated. She reached underneath his sweater and frowned when she encountered the tee he had on underneath.
“You have too many clothes on,” she mumbled.
She lifted the hem of his tee from his jeans, and when she encountered his hot skin for the first time, she sucked in a breath and a long moan escaped her lips. She lifted both tee and sweater up and over his head, taking the time to touch as much skin as she could.
Unable to hold back once his chest was bare, and before she understood her actions, she flicked her tongue over his right nipple, tasting him for the first time. His groan encouraged her to continue, so as she brushed her lips against his chest to reach his other nipple, her hands found the top button of his jeans. With a quick snap of her fingers, the button gave way. She grew bold with every groan from deep in his chest, so she wasn’t surprised when she craved to taste more.
As she lowered the zipper on his jeans, she kissed a trail down his muscled chest to his defined stomach, all the while listening to each groan that sent a jolt straight to her core. As she dropped to her knees, she kissed the spot just below his belly button. His head dropped back and his fists clenched, giving her silent permission to explore him.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and licked her lips in anticipation. As each inch revealed more skin, she noticed that her hands shook from the need that continued to build throughout her. She lowered his jeans all the way to the floor and let her eyes memorize his beautiful naked build. But what she wanted most was to taste him.
He kicked away his jeans and boxer-briefs before her hand circled his thick base and squeezed the hot satin skin that covered hard steel. With a few more slow strokes, loving the deep growl that she drew from him, she leaned toward him, ready to take him in her mouth.
“Damn it,” she cried when he lifted her into his arms and stepped inside the shower.
She jerked her eyes to his when she heard his strangled chuckle. Without a word, he moved her under the triple spray and combed his fingers through her hair as warm water cascaded down her already heated body.
She stayed quiet, holding in her disappointment that he’d stopped her when she just started her exploration, as he shampooed and then conditioned her hair. It felt wonderful to feel his fingers slide through her curls, before he stopped to massage her scalp. He was gentle and despite
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