home.
She glanced at him, and all those questions vanished but oneâshould he kiss her? He burned like a torch in the cold air, his body pounding to life with his accelerating heart rate and rising need. Selena was like a drug to him. That was what he told himself. The only cure was abstinence.
Heâd tried being with other women. There was just no comparison. And while Clyne played the field with a series of willing women, Gabe found the entire process of picking up women to be depressing, because even in the darkness he knew they were not Selena. His imagination just wasnât that good. And now she was here, and he was here, and he wondered if heâd ever have this chance again.
Selena waited.
Theyâd both practiced the tactic of avoidance over the years. But like two magnets, when he was near her he always felt the pull. He reached to brush the curtain of hair from her face and she didnât draw away. He used both hands to lift the silken strands back and then rested his hands on her slim shoulders, knowing how much weight she already carried there. Too much. Far too much for one woman.
Selena made the next move, fisting the lapels of his jacket with both hands and tugging. He didnât resist. If she wanted this, too, then heâd give it to her. Maybe it would help ease the ache.
Yeah, right.
It was a bad idea, start to finish. He fell forward against her, pinning her to the driverâs side door with his chest. Their open jackets allowed him to feel her soft breasts and the way she pressed her hips to his. Gabe stopped thinking as the need for Selena took over.
Her hands slid under his coat and up to his shoulders. He angled his head and looked down at her. She lifted her chin in defiance and then smiled, knowing what would follow. Welcoming him. Her hips rocked against his and he was lost.
He cradled her head in one hand, controlling her as he bent to kiss her. Selenaâs yielding mouth met his demanding kiss, opening as his tongue slipped inside to taste the sweetness he had missed.
She wanted this, too, and the knowledge acted on his body like gasoline on fire.
Why didnât any of the others taste like her? Why did it have to be Selena who lit him up like a firecracker on the Fourth of July? Heat blazed as the tip of her tongue slid over his and he groaned, yielding to his need and her power over him.
He tugged her shirt from her waistband and caressed the long, soft plains of her back. She wasnât wearing a bra. Selena shivered and moved closer.
The absence, it must be that, which now made it feel as if his skin beat with his heart.
He was drowning in her taste. Relishing the eager hands that turned to claws as her nails raked his back.
He slid one hand up her ribs to find the full, tender flesh of her breast.
Selena moaned, her lips still pressed to his and her body arching, twisting to give him access. She jumped and he caught her, her legs straddling his hips as his hands cradled her bottom. He sidestepped, thinking of the long backseat in his SUV and what they could do there. He had the door open and squeezed them through the gap. He lowered Selena. Then he pinned her with his hips. She ground against him and he thought he felt the last shreds of control fray and tear. He didnât know why she wanted him. Maybe only for this. He told himself he didnât care. That it was enough.
It wasnât.
But she wanted him again. Just not as a husband, and that was for the best. Wasnât it?
He braced on an elbow, wedged between her head and the edge of the narrow backseat, keeping his weight off her except for the most delicious places. Her soft breasts molded to his chest as he settled, hip to hip. She had one leg over his back and used it to pull him closer.
âSelena,â he whispered. Why was this seat so small and the air so cold? Why hadnât he anticipated this might happen when they suddenly found themselves alone in the darkness?
Her teeth
She glanced at him, and all those questions vanished but oneâshould he kiss her? He burned like a torch in the cold air, his body pounding to life with his accelerating heart rate and rising need. Selena was like a drug to him. That was what he told himself. The only cure was abstinence.
Heâd tried being with other women. There was just no comparison. And while Clyne played the field with a series of willing women, Gabe found the entire process of picking up women to be depressing, because even in the darkness he knew they were not Selena. His imagination just wasnât that good. And now she was here, and he was here, and he wondered if heâd ever have this chance again.
Selena waited.
Theyâd both practiced the tactic of avoidance over the years. But like two magnets, when he was near her he always felt the pull. He reached to brush the curtain of hair from her face and she didnât draw away. He used both hands to lift the silken strands back and then rested his hands on her slim shoulders, knowing how much weight she already carried there. Too much. Far too much for one woman.
Selena made the next move, fisting the lapels of his jacket with both hands and tugging. He didnât resist. If she wanted this, too, then heâd give it to her. Maybe it would help ease the ache.
Yeah, right.
It was a bad idea, start to finish. He fell forward against her, pinning her to the driverâs side door with his chest. Their open jackets allowed him to feel her soft breasts and the way she pressed her hips to his. Gabe stopped thinking as the need for Selena took over.
Her hands slid under his coat and up to his shoulders. He angled his head and looked down at her. She lifted her chin in defiance and then smiled, knowing what would follow. Welcoming him. Her hips rocked against his and he was lost.
He cradled her head in one hand, controlling her as he bent to kiss her. Selenaâs yielding mouth met his demanding kiss, opening as his tongue slipped inside to taste the sweetness he had missed.
She wanted this, too, and the knowledge acted on his body like gasoline on fire.
Why didnât any of the others taste like her? Why did it have to be Selena who lit him up like a firecracker on the Fourth of July? Heat blazed as the tip of her tongue slid over his and he groaned, yielding to his need and her power over him.
He tugged her shirt from her waistband and caressed the long, soft plains of her back. She wasnât wearing a bra. Selena shivered and moved closer.
The absence, it must be that, which now made it feel as if his skin beat with his heart.
He was drowning in her taste. Relishing the eager hands that turned to claws as her nails raked his back.
He slid one hand up her ribs to find the full, tender flesh of her breast.
Selena moaned, her lips still pressed to his and her body arching, twisting to give him access. She jumped and he caught her, her legs straddling his hips as his hands cradled her bottom. He sidestepped, thinking of the long backseat in his SUV and what they could do there. He had the door open and squeezed them through the gap. He lowered Selena. Then he pinned her with his hips. She ground against him and he thought he felt the last shreds of control fray and tear. He didnât know why she wanted him. Maybe only for this. He told himself he didnât care. That it was enough.
It wasnât.
But she wanted him again. Just not as a husband, and that was for the best. Wasnât it?
He braced on an elbow, wedged between her head and the edge of the narrow backseat, keeping his weight off her except for the most delicious places. Her soft breasts molded to his chest as he settled, hip to hip. She had one leg over his back and used it to pull him closer.
âSelena,â he whispered. Why was this seat so small and the air so cold? Why hadnât he anticipated this might happen when they suddenly found themselves alone in the darkness?
Her teeth
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