Hot in the City by Samantha Hunter Page B

urgent need on his face, and it was like nothing she had ever experienced. She reached up to kiss him full on the lips, unable to stop touching him.
    He accepted the kiss fervently as his hands were busy peeling the dress from her. She helped, starting to kick off her heels as well.
    “No, those stay on,” he said, breaking the kiss as he released her breasts from the scanty bra she wore.
    “Wow,” he said, tracing the edge of the transparent lace.
    “It’s new,” she confessed, watching him caress her. She’d worried earlier if he would like it.
    It was very clear that he approved, and then some, though neither of them was in the mood to admire lingerie.
    She felt sexy and wanton as he stepped back to take a long look at her standing there in her stockings and heels. Her self-consciousness was gone, completely. She knew how much he wanted her, and that knowledge made no room for doubts.
    She turned to find her bag on a nearby seat, and took the protection she’d brought from inside, returning to him, not dropping her gaze from his as she covered him.
    “I want
you
,” she said, her limbs feeling molten. She liked this business of taking control, asking for what she wanted.
    No more words were needed. He simply brought her up against him, their bodies and mouths meeting in an ecstatic reunion. Della was quivering from head to toe as he slowly lifted her knee to wrap her leg around the back of his.
    He eased inside of her with such gentleness that tears threatened against the backs of her eyelids, but intense pleasure quickly chased them away. Already, their bodies knew each other so well. It was all so familiar, and yet everything was a new discovery, a new height she hadn’t climbed before.
    “You are the sweetest thing,” he said against her lips, going in for another deep kiss. The embrace wiped any thoughts from her mind as she clung to him, letting him take over as she rode out the crest of a climax that had her sighing against him.
    Gabe thrust faster as she came, his entire body hardening as he held her tight and buried his face in her neck, both of them beyond any coherent words. Her world was a blur of exquisite sensation as she hung on and she was momentarily shocked when he stopped, loosening his hold and stepping back from her for a moment.
    His chest was heaving, glistening with sweat. She took him in, all hard muscle and jutting desire, feeling her knees go weak.
    “Is something wrong?” she asked, unsure what made him stop.
    “Honey, you’re perfect. But come here, like this,” he said, turning her so she could plant her hands on the edge of the stage next to them. He stood behind her, his hands coming around to her breasts as he filled her again. The resistance of the position made Della so hot she started moving against him, needing more.
    “That’s it, sweetheart,” he encouraged as his big hands caressed her breasts and then dipped lower, catapulting her over the edge again.
    He kept going, incredibly, telling her how gorgeous she was in great detail. How soft, how tight, how hot. He ran his hands over the backs of her thighs, admiring her shape and letting her know how beautiful she was until he was wordless and frantic, groaning. He soon brought her to yet one more knee-weakening orgasm, and let go along with her, his face buried at the side of her neck.
    Tenderness welled inside of her at the way he held her, slowing his pace. She turned, wrapping her arms around him and holding him until they both caught their breath.
    The star-filled space was quiet as they lowered down to the blanket. Della shivered a little, and Gabe grabbed his jacket, pulling it over her.
    “No, I’m—” she objected, not wanting to ruin his coat, but he wrapped her in it anyway, keeping her snug against him.
    They stayed that way for some while, and Della dozed off, waking up some time later to find Gabe asleep as well. She had no idea what time it was. They should probably leave before the cleaning staff