Gabe felt her fingers dig into his flesh and he smiled to himself. He was going to please her first until she was restless with hunger, making sure she was ready for him. With his hands, he continued to kiss her and feel her tense with anticipation. All his fiery dreams of undressing her were going to come true tonight. She was incredibly responsive and his heart soared. She purred his name, trying to arch closer to his mouth teasing her. Never had he wanted to please a woman as much as he did Bay. Gabe wanted to give back all the kindness and compassion she effortlessly bestowed on others with her touch and voice. Tonight, it was her turn to receive. And he was just the man to give her that gift because he loved her more than anything he’d ever loved in his life.
Bay’s breathing quickened as he lifted his head. He eased her thighs apart, settling down between them, holding her pleading, hungry gaze. His fingers slid across her sensitive skin. He leaned over, gently nipped the inside of her thigh and then used his tongue to soothe the area. Every time, he would hear her gasp with pleasure, her hands reaching out for him, gripping his shoulders. The sound of Bay’s breathing, the feel of her fingers digging frantically into his shoulder, crying out for him, made him grit his teeth. The pain of his erection pressed against his jeans.
His fingers lingered and traced across the seam of her panties as they curved to the juncture of her thighs met. Her back arched as his lips slowly moved closer to her warm, wet core. She gripped his shoulder, pleading with him, wanting more of him. Just seeing Bay’s eyes close, her lips parted in anticipation, made him feel good. Her breasts rose and fell sharply beneath the red tee she wore. Dreams do come true.... He pulled away just enough to draw the silky panties downward and off her long, firm legs.
He smiled down at Bay as he eased her to the edge of the bed. He knelt down on the floor, opening her to him. Her eyes were wild-looking, hungry, and she was trembling. He whispered kisses across her belly, stopping, licking her salty flesh. Gabe felt her entire lower body contract, her strong thighs clenching at his shoulders. He could hear her breathing turning ragged, her voice hoarse, calling his name. He slid his roughened fingertips across the curve of her taut thighs, spreading her wider, leaning down and whispering kisses against her secret place. Bay uttered a distressed sound deep in her throat, pressing herself against his mouth, wanting more. Much more. He slowed and deepened his sweet, focused strategy upon her, feeling her lush body responding to his desire. The sweet, musky scent of her made him groan. He inhaled her, his erection throbbing.
Bay restlessly squirmed, wanting more of his touch, wanting him inside her. She could no longer lie still beneath his exploratory, teasing ministrations. As his tongue moved slowly in a maddening circle around her core, she cried out in frustration and need. Eyes tightly shut, her entire body convulsed with the force of those slow, wet patterns he wove with his mouth and tongue. She lost awareness of everything except Gabe cherishing her, opening her, touching her. Loving her.
And when he eased his fingers into her, she made a hoarse sound, her hips thrusting upward and enveloping him. Bay felt as if she’d lost her mind, moving restlessly, held prisoner with his strong hands holding her thighs open, holding her until she whimpered his name. Her body ached and felt as if on fire. She could feel the building orgasm as Gabe moved and rocked her with his mouth on the hardened, swollen pearl. More sounds of distress tore from her lips as he brought her to that point where her body simply imploded, contracting violently into wild, scalding ripples. Her body arched in spasms, her head rearing back, a scream of pleasure tearing out of her. Wave after fiery wave of scorching heat roared through her. In seconds, Bay felt floating in a cauldron of incredible and intense fire as it embraced her. Gabe continued to caress her, milking her body of everything it had hidden within it, widening the circle of flames throbbing through her pelvic region, her cries hoarse with pleasure as she surrendered utterly to him in every way.
Gabe watched a rose flush spread across her trembling, damp lower body all the way up to her cheeks. Easing up, he saw her breasts taut, the nipples jutting against the tee she wore. Her eyes were dazed. She was lost in the rapture he’d helped create within her. There wasn’t anything more powerful, better feeling to Gabe than being able to please her. He wasn’t done. He’d just begun.
Holding Bay’s drowsy gaze, he smiled as he repositioned her on the bed. Although he was still dressed, he straddled her midsection, his knees against her hips. Leaning down, he whispered against her lips, “I love you, baby. And I’m going to show you just how much....” He deepened the kiss, giving her a taste of his need for her, their tongues moving and touching each other in a slow, burning dance.
Sliding his hands beneath the tee, Gabe was careful to barely skim the area of the bruise on the left side of her rib cage. Bay wore no bra, just a silky white camisole beneath the tee. He eased off the tee, then threaded his fingers through her soft hair. Gabe leaned down and began to place light kisses down the length of her slender neck. He added small nips here and there. Each time, she reacted, her hips pressing upward against his powerful erection. Arousal glinted in her eyes. Gabe lavished the valley between her breasts with his mouth and tongue. Her nipples stood hard against the silky material. How long had he wanted to touch them?
In moments, Gabe brought the camisole over her head, leaving her naked beneath him. Her breath was chaotic as he stroked her left shoulder his hands enclosed the softness of her breasts. He kissed the valley between her breasts and Gabe could feel the pounding of her heart beneath his exploring mouth. Bay gasped as his thumb moved languidly across the first harden peak.
She moaned his name, her entire body arching and pressing her hips against the rough denim enclosing his erection. Gabe placed his lips over the first nipple, teasing it. Bay cried out, her hips twisting beneath his as he suckled her. She was like hot, silky ribbons flowing in his hands as he licked the second nipple and then gently closed his teeth around it. The wetness of his mouth, the puckered tension of the nipple, made her go wild. Bay gripped his upper arms, her hips writhing, bucking beneath his own.
Gabe lifted his head and met her lust-filled eyes. There was silent pleading in them. She wanted him. All of him. Bay’s finger dug into the tight flesh of his upper arms, lips parting, wanting him to kiss her. Gabe did not want to disappoint her and he curved his mouth powerfully against her own. They met and fused explosively with each other. Months of loneliness, aching for each other, fired their hunger that had waited so long to be ignited. The shattering heat rolled through both of them, melting them into each other.
Her hands shook as she forced the material of his T-shirt up across his chest and tried to get it off his shoulders. He broke their wet, clinging kiss, sat up and pulled it off. It didn’t take much to stand, push the shoes off his feet, get rid of his jeans and his briefs. There was no mistaking his need of her once he was completely divested of his clothes as he came back to her side.
Bay turned, rolling to his right, her hands strong and guiding as she pulled him on top of her. With a heated smile, Gabe resisted her efforts.
“Not yet, baby. You’re ready again, aren’t you?”
She made a muffled sound of frustration, trying to urge him on top of her. He silenced her by taking her mouth, gently biting her lower lip and then using his tongue to soothe it. “Open your eyes,” he rasped.
Bay dragged her eyes open, her body hungry and wanting Gabe, the hard gleam in his dark green eyes more animal than man. She felt his male power, absorbed it and was now meeting the man whose love for her burned in his eyes and branded her wildly pounding heart.
His voice was thick, almost a growl, as he kissed her flushed cheek, her temple and damp brow. “Baby, you’re coming first. You’ll always be first in my life.” He splayed out his hands across her shoulders, gently pushing her back into the tangle of sheets and covers. Need was clearly written in her eyes, the pout of her parted lips, her fingers gripping
his thickly muscled biceps.
“Please... Gabe...I need you, oh, how I need you,” she whispered in anguish.
“It’s the sweetest compliment a man can ever have from his woman.” His voice was roughened with hunger. “You’re my woman, Bay. You were from the first moment I saw you, and you knew it, too.” Gabe smiled a little, watching her wet lips part. “And more than anything, I want to give you pleasure and I’m going to do something about it right now,” he growled, moving his hand down across her damp torso, his fingers spreading out across her abdomen. He slid his hand slowly downward where her thighs met, placed a tender kiss on her mouth and took her ragged breath deep into his lung. “You’re mine...” he grated against her mouth.
Curving his fingers across her mound of silky hair, he eased her thighs open just enough. Every muscle in Bay’s body tightened. She trembled violently as he moved his fingers until he slowly circled the slick, hot opening. He heard her give a small cry, shuddering, her hips arching against his hand, her body begging for him to explore her further once again. He felt powerful, humbled by her incredibly sensitive body against the palm of his hand. Gabe waited, wanting the need in her to double and then triple as he continued to move in gentle, exploratory motion.
He slid his other hand beneath her shoulder blades, bringing her body closer to him. Lips closing over the peak of her nipple, he teethed it just enough to bring her excruciating pleasure. A cry tore from her lips. And then he slid his fingers deep inside her. She went wild and frantic, her entire body writhing as he went deeper.
He found the sweet spot within her and an animallike sound clawed out of her throat, her head thrown back. She was incredibly sensitive and he could feel her entire body contract around him as he gave her the pressure and the pleasure she needed.
Her cries were hoarse, her body straining against him as he continued to draw out her release. Finally, Gabe felt her sag against him, exhausted. He eased out of her, lifting his head to see Bay’s cheeks were stained pink, eyes closed, a soft, trembling smile across her mouth.
Never had Gabe felt so humbled as right now. No woman had ever given the gift of herself like this unless there was something far deeper, more bonding between them than just having sex. Loving her and Bay loving him in return afforded Gabe the ultimate trust. It made him want to cry for joy. He’d never felt this before. She was his. And now he was going to brand her with his essence, take her, love her until she swooned from so much pleasure that she melted away in his arms.
Gabe eased over her, his erection pressing deeply against her belly. He made sure to distribute his weight evenly so she wasn’t crushed beneath him. Looking into Bay’s eyes, he saw a dreamy quality in them. Gabe caressed her gently, slid his large hand beneath her hips, preparing to enter her. As they kissed, he settled his knees between her thighs. If Gabe thought she was going to be shy about this, he was mistaken.
She thrust her hips upward, her damp, warm body surrounding him, drawing him deeply into herself. A groan rolled through him and he clenched the covers on either side of her head. Above all, he didn’t want to hurt Bay. He couldn’t live with himself if he hurt her in any way. He could feel the fiery beat of her heart against his. The beautiful sounds emanating from her throat increased each time he slid more deeply into her welcoming body.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Gabe said raggedly, watching her, seeing the wildness starting to build.
Bay rolled her head from side to side. “Gabe, you can’t hurt me. I need you. Please...stay inside me...stay...”
Gabe wasn’t sure. She was so damn tight and small that he knew he could hurt her. She cried out as he held her captive, his large hand angling her hips so he could begin to move her into oblivion with him. His mouth was cajoling, giving, taking. Her breath came in shallow gasps as he went deeper, carrying her with him to exquisite worlds he’d never experienced before. Finally, their hips met, fused and burned, and he was fully inside her, a part of her. His control was shredding by the second. Could he hang on? Could he give Bay one more gift before he came?
She was insistent, gripping his hips, pulling at him frantically, trying to urge him to move with her. Finally, once he was sure he hadn’t hurt Bay, he thrust hard, stroking into her, feeling her begin to tense, her back curving into a taut bow as he plunged as deeply as he could go.
Her body suddenly spasmed and contracted around him. Bay tore her mouth from his, arching as the first rippling explosion occurred deep within her. A tearing cry spilled from her lips as Gabe increased the pressure and the pleasure for her. Bay’s lashes shuttered closed and he could feel the continuing releases pulse through her, squeezing him like a fist. White-hot ripples of searing fire consumed her. His body was sleek and wet, sliding against hers.
They became this primal union, their hearts thundering against each other. Her hands opened and closed spasmodically against his tense, sweaty shoulders. And just when Gabe thought he could take no more, he released his control, gritting his teeth, straining hard against her softer, yielding body. Heat scalded him. With her hands gripping his hips, she moved fearlessly against him, his hands curling into fists on either side of the pillow where her head lay. Gabe suddenly relaxed, his weight settling against her, his brow against hers.
Hot, moist breath flowed hotly across Bay’s cheek. Time ceased and she languished with Gabe in a haze of fire, pleasure and satisfaction. He came off her just enough to slide his arm beneath her neck, drawing her upward against him. Bay felt as if she had been torn loose from every earthly mooring she’d ever had. Her body glowed hotly, still rippling with intense pleasure in the aftermath, still feeling Gabe inside her, their love finally fused with each other.
Bay lingered in a boiling cauldron of intense gratification. His hand outlined her damp hip and gently stroked her outer thigh. Never had she been so well loved. And it was love, Bay realized in her wandering, ripe and fulfilled senses. Gabe had whispered that he loved her. As he eased off her, he brought her fully against him, their legs entangled with each other. Bay didn’t want Gabe to leave her; the sense of joy and fulfillment still flowed through her, fueled by so many emotions she’d had to control until now. His arm came around her shoulder, keeping her in place; his other large hand splayed out across her hips, pressing her tightly against him, a prisoner to his passion.
She rested her head on Gabe’s arm, feeling his heart racing against her own. Happiness flooded her being, and all Bay could do was lie along his length and simply savor him as a man who had loved her so thoroughly and completely that she continued to float in the dark, sensual magic of his arms and body.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
BAY AWOKE SLOWLY. Her nostrils flared, drawing in the musky and male scent of Gabe as she lay curled up in his arms. Her body glowed even now. Opening her eyes, Bay saw light filtering in around the drapes. Her gaze drifted to Gabe as he slept. His hair, although short, was mussed. His beard had grown, the hollows of his cheeks more pronounced, giving him a look of the warrior he was. His mouth made her lower body contract with need. Incredibly strong, beautiful lips that had loved her so thoroughly she was still floating even now. It was impossible not to touch Gabe, feel her hand move across his powerful chest, tangle her fingers slowly through the soft, dark hair. There were scars hidden beneath the hair and she could feel the ridges of old wounds beneath her fingertips. He’d suffered so much pain that it hurt her. Bay wished she could take those memories of the pain away from him. Leaning upward, she placed a lingering kiss on Gabe’s chest where his heart lay.
Gabe stirred. For once, he didn’t snap wide-awake. He felt Bay’s long, firm body curving against his and her small but beautiful breasts pressed against his chest. As she nestled her belly against his hardening erection, her firm, slender legs tangled and captured his. Her breath was warm against his chest, feathering across it, his flesh sensitized. Her long fingers slid through his chest hair. Wasn�
�t this what he’d dreamed about for so damn long? Exactly this kind of intimacy with Bay? Yes. Gabe captured her hand and laid it against his heart, letting her know he was awake. Outside, the morning was a promise of blue skies and sunshine for Christmas Day.
As Gabe pulled her more tightly against him, Bay nestled her head against his shoulder. His muscles in his chest wall tightened beneath her exploration. “Merry Christmas,” she whispered near his ear, closing her eyes.
“It couldn’t be better,” he agreed thickly, kissing her silky, curled hair. The tendrils tickled his mouth, nose and cheek. He inhaled her feminine scent and felt himself wanting her all over again. Hearing Bay’s softened sigh, her lips caressing his jaw and neck, Gabe groaned. She wanted him. It was so easy to bring her on top of him, her knees settling against his hips. Her hair was mussed, a beautiful golden-brown frame around her face. Her blue eyes were still drowsy with sleep, but he saw the lust banked in them, too.
Reaching up, Gabe drew her down to his mouth. As he grazed her lips and rasped, “I love you, Bay. I love you so damn much it hurts.” She had no idea what she was doing to him, branding him with her mouth, tongue and hands, her hips moving suggestively to let him know just how much she wanted him.
Gabe’s guttural voice awakened her body and senses. His mouth cherished hers and Bay felt him slip deep within her. She was more than ready for him, relaxing against him with an utter moan of pleasure. Her breasts were teased by the hair across his chest. His mouth drew fire from hers and she responded wildly to the moment, lost in the heat and haze of his thrusting body and commanding mouth.
If she thought her body had been satiated from last night’s torrid lovemaking, Bay was surprised. Within minutes, Gabe had brought her to full orgasm once more. Whatever they shared, it was electric, spontaneous and primal. As Gabe’s hands settled across her hips, thrusting against her, she felt a series of explosions rocket throughout her. All she could do was cry out as the scalding waves plunged outward through her like a tsunami. She was consumed by the pleasure, burned by it. Face pressed against his, her breath chaotic, Bay felt him stiffen and groan. His male body became galvanized, encompassing her as she felt him release deep within her.
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