by Bella Andre
But when she noted Gabe’s intense concentration as he watched her through half-lowered lids, as a muscle jumped in his jaw and the bulge in his jeans threatened to break the zipper in two, suddenly she didn’t want to rush it.
She slid two fingers between her lower lips and found her own wetness. She purposefully teased herself. But she couldn’t stop her hips from rocking into her hand, didn’t have any control over the hand on her breast, either, as she pulled at her nipple and brought the delicious sensations to a fever pitch within herself. Feeling lost to reality, as if she was floating apart from the world she’d lived in for twenty-seven years, she began to buck up into her fingers.
“Megan. ” Gabe’s groan came from across the room . “ God, this is hot, but I can’t keep doing this. Not this time.”
A split second later, the bed was dipping and hi s big hands were on her thighs, holding her open for his mouth to take over where her right hand had been playing across her body.
The pleasure of his fingertips moving across her slick, aroused flesh— and then, oh Lord, his tongue, those lips, the slightest scratch of his teeth —shoved her over the edge before she was ready for it to happen .
Her hips took on a life of their own as she pressed herself into him, as she gasped out his name over and over again. She was never going to survive this orgasm, knew that she couldn’t handle this kind of pleasure, only to find herself being driven higher as he slid two fingers inside, sucked her clitoris in between his lips, and sent her reeling all over again.
Fireworks across her line of vision gave way to a split-second of darkness as the pleasure peaked again, then finally began to let her out of its grip. And yet, even though she’d just had two senselessly great orgasms, one after the other, Gabe’s tongue was still softly stroking over her. She should have been too sensitive for the intimate caress, but she was amazed to find he knew just how to touch her, just where to lick to make her feel good.
And to start her thinking— already!— about doing it all over again.
Exhausted from the combination of extreme pleasure and her day on the mountain, she found herself relaxed enough on the bed with Gabe to lie back and let him continue to taste her, his mouth intermittently roving across the tender skin at the inside of her thighs, but always coming back to her core, a slow post-climax seduction clearly intended to ratchet up her arousal, minute by minute.
In the end, it took all the energy she could muster to push herself up and reach for his hands. She tugged at him and even though she could never be strong enough to pull him over her, he understood what she wanted and came willingly.
And yet, even as he made his way up her body, he continued to keep his promise not to rush a thing. He kissed every inch of her hips, her stomach, her ribs, her breasts, her shoulders, on the way to finding her mouth again .
He kissed her long and slow and if she hadn’t already given over herself to him for the night, she would have lost herself in the sweet persuasion of his mouth, the seductive glide of his tongue across hers, the heat and strength of his muscles over her.
She couldn’t stand it another second, because for all the delicious naughtiness of being naked while he wasn’t, she was desperate to feel the heat of his skin, to know what awaited her beneath all that wool and cotton and denim.
Pulling even more strength from deep inside, she pushed him onto his back and climbed over him.
Chapter Twelve
Gabe had always loved women. Their smooth skin, their sweet scent, the sound of their laughter. He’d lost his virginity in high school and hadn’t had much of a break since then. Sex was a regular part of his life, right up there with food and sleep.
But for all the women he’d shared a bed with, sex with Megan felt completely different. Almost like he was discovering the thrill of making love for the first time. He could have spent all night tasting her, bringing her over the edge again and again, just to hear her cries of pleasure, just to feel her slick flesh clench and pull at his fingers, his tongue, one more time.
And now she was sitting up over him, her beautiful naked skin flushed from the orgasms he could still taste on his lips, and she was concentrating on the small buttons of his long-sleeved shirt. Her tongue moved to lick at the corner of her mouth as she slipped the first button free.
Instead of moving to the next one, she gave him a quick, naughty little smile, and bent down to press her mouth against the patch of skin on his chest that she’d just revealed. Her hair was soft against the underside of his chin and her lips were warm. She didn’t just stop at a kiss, her tongue moving over him next, followed by the slight graze of her teeth.
He knew he’d brought this sensual torture on himself, that by forcing her to let him go slow while he’d been loving her, he’d given her every reason to toy with him like this.
He could have her on her back again in seconds, could be unzipped and inside her before she could take her next breath. Lord knew the light flick of her tongue against his collarbone had him on the verge of doing just that.
She lifted her head and he saw the desire glittering in her eyes as she said, “You’re right,” in a husky voice. “Slow can be good, too.”
The pleasure on her face at that discovery was the only thing that could have stopped him from rolling her over and taking her in one hard thrust just then, the only reason he had a chance in hell at continuing to lie still to let her have her naughty way with him.
Megan’s hands shook as she moved to remove his next button, fumbling altogether when he wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her harder over his erection. Her eyes closed and she braced herself with her hands splayed out over his chest as her body instinctively rocked into his.
Hadn’t he known all along that she’d be pure sensuality? And yet being with her like this, experiencing lovemaking with the most innately, sweetly sexual woman he’d ever known, was like nothing he could have ever imagined.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he said in a low voice as he moved his hands around to her breasts and she rode the zipper of his jeans. “Come again for me, just like this.”
Her eyes fluttered open then, full of surprise, and he knew she hadn’t realized what she was doing.
“But it’s your turn now,” she protested in a breathy voice that made him even harder behind his zipper, if that was possible.
“Watching you is my turn.”
Her eyes widened at the thought that he could get as much pleasure from her climax as she did. He thought she was going to try to argue again, but since he could almost taste her next orgasm, he knew she wouldn’t be able to go forward without it.
Megan’s breasts were so sensitive he knew it wasn’t playing fair to gently roll both of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, but he didn’t care about being fair. All he cared about was her pleasure, watching her eyes darken as she came above him, her skin flushing all over again with heat and pleasure.
Her eyes widened on a gasp as his caress ricocheted through her and she threw her head back and pressed her breasts harder into his hands, her hips moving hard and fast against his. And then her mouth opened on a moan of such satisfaction that his cock twitched hard in his jeans.
“Gabe!”
He loved hearing his name fall from her beautiful mouth as she rode him to the edge and all the way over. Every muscle in her body tensed, shook, then broke apart as she cried out.
God, how he loved the way she came with every cell, every bit of herself.
She didn’t hold anything back. She wasn’t trying to seduce him, wasn’t working at creating a fantasy so that he’d want her.
She was simply giving in to ecstasy, letting it take her over completely.
Megan came back to him slowly, her body continuing to shudder with aftershocks for several long moments. Finally, her eyes opened and she looked down at him, her hair tousled and wild, her mouth plump and red from where she’d bit it as she came apart over him.
“I was supposed to be concentr
ating on you,” she said softly and he had to pull her down for a kiss to let her know, yet again, that he considered what had just happened to be concentrating on him.
“No,” she said, sitting up suddenly. Still straddling his hips with her naked thighs, she gave him a look filled with determination. “No more distractions.”
He couldn’t tell if she was talking to him or herself, but he supposed it didn’t really matter. Not when she was reaching for the next button on his shirt, her pretty green eyes narrowed with concentration.
It popped open and as she went to work on the next, he had to put his hand over hers and say, “Aren’t you forgetting something?” At her cute little frown, he grinned and said, “One button, one orgasm, right?”
She shoved his hands away, but he could tell she wanted to smile as she replied, “I told you, no more distractions. This is going to be all about you.”
And as she undid the next button, then slid down his body so that she could torture his chest with her mouth again, Gabe was caught between laughing and losing it.
This was what life with Megan would be like. Full of joy and sexy arguments over who could make who feel better.
He didn’t catch his thought about the future—a future he shouldn’t even be contemplating with her—until it was almost past him. But there was no chance to try to figure out where it had come from, or how to shut it down, when he felt her teeth scrape over his nipple.
Gabe was fully at Megan’s mercy as she lifted her head and gave him a triumphantly seductive look while her fingers went to finish off the buttons of his shirt. When she was done, she pushed it open and her eyes went wide.
“Oh.” She licked her lips. “Wow.”
He didn’t say anything, just moved her hands to the snap of his jeans.
“I’ll get there,” she promised, not taking her eyes off his bare chest. “Give a girl time to look first, fireman.”
Reaching out, she slowly ran her fingers over his abdominal muscles, tracing the crevasses between them. His skin jumped beneath her fingertips, and he couldn’t hold back his sound of pleasure at her sweet caresses. And then she was moving her hands up over his pecs, lightly teasing his nipples.
“You’re incredible,” she murmured and he knew exactly how she felt, looking up at the goddess above him. “I knew you would be,” she admitted softly.
“I knew you would be, too, Megan.”
Her eyes rose to meet his again and that was when he felt it: a deep moment of connection that neither of them had wanted to acknowledge...but now could no longer deny.
Sex was easier, so much easier than losing control of their emotions, so when she yanked her gaze away and turned her focus back to removing his clothes, he didn’t stop her.
Still, in the back of his brain he had to wonder how either of them was going to be able to hide from what was happening here tonight. From what had been happening long before clothes had started coming off. Before their day on the mountain. Before their dinner together. Even before the holiday party and that first kiss.
But figuring it all out, deciding what to do with something that was so much bigger than just one night of incredibly hot sex, that was more than just a handful of orgasms, was too much thinking about one stolen night together.
He watched Megan take a deep breath as if steadying herself before pulling his zipper down. His shaft immediately sprang free from the denim, tenting his boxers. Lifting his hips from the bed, he helped her pull his pants off.
Her lower lip moved between her teeth and he was utterly mesmerized by her wide-eyed expression as she lifted the cotton fabric from his erection and slid it off.
What, he wondered wildly, was she going to do now? Every muscle in his body was tight with anticipation as he watched her take him in, her eyes big and so aroused he nearly lost it without another damn touch.
He watched her reach for him as if in slow motion and then her slender fingers were wrapping around him so gently that he couldn’t control the urge to push harder into her fist. She tightened her grip, and Gabe knew that if this was as far as they got tonight, it was already the best sex of his life.
He couldn’t pull his gaze away from the sight of her hand around his shaft, the way she almost reverently worked him, the slow sweep of her thumb over the broad head. Jesus, he already knew the image of this would be forever imprinted in his brain, that it wouldn’t take more than just this memory to send him over the edge again and again.
He was so mesmerized by what Megan was doing with her hand that he was a full step behind as she slowly lowered her head down over him. It wasn’t until the tips of her soft hair brushed across his thighs that he realized what she was about to do.
Her warm breath found him first, so soft, so seductive, and then—sweet Jesus, he was never going to make it through this night in one piece—she was moving her tongue over him, just where her thumb had been.
It shouldn’t have been possible for things to get even hotter than her tongue on him, but the soft little sound of appreciation she made took him there in a millisecond. He felt himself begin to lose it against her tongue and—oh lord—she was right there, covering him, taking him deep into the hot depths of her mouth.
He didn’t want to come like this, not their first time together, but he soon realized as his hands found her hair and his hips thrust up into the perfect warmth that surrounded him, he was just about at the end of his control. If he didn’t pull out now, he’d have no choice but to give in to the most incredible blow job he’d ever experienced.
On a desperate groan, he pulled from her mouth, the suction of her lips sounding in a little pop in the small hotel room.
She looked up at him in surprise as he shifted them on the bed, a sensual goddess, her full lips red from his kisses and the pleasure she’d been giving him.
She lay back and watched him move off the bed to where they’d thrown his pants. “Gabe?”
He answered her by pulling a condom from the back pocket of his jeans. She reached out her hand and said, “Let me,” but he was only one touch away from going off, so he quickly ripped open the package and rolled the condom on.
As he came back onto the bed, she automatically spread her legs for him to move between her thighs. He wanted—needed—to be in her, but first he had to kiss her again.
Her arms went around his neck and she kissed him back with so much passion he got lost there, with his mouth against hers, until she shifted her hips and the head of his shaft was seared by the slick heat between her thighs.
He had to pull away, then, had to lever up on his arms to watch their bodies come together. “You’re so gorgeous, Megan,” was all he could say as he took in her soft curves, her skin damp with sweat from their intense lovemaking.
She made a sound of agreement as she moved her hands down over his chest, his abdomen, and then behind his hips.
“Take me, Gabe.” Her eyes fluttered shut as their bodies began to slide into place. “Please love me.”
“Watch with me,” he urged her in an unsteady voice and somehow managed to wait until she’d opened her eyes again and turned her gaze to the shockingly beautiful sight of their bodies coming together.
He rewarded her by pushing in another inch and then sliding out before doing it again and again until he was nearly all the way inside of her, one slick thrust at a time.
“Oh God.”
In the end it was the sexy sound of those two little words, along with the feel of her heat clasping around him, that had him finally losing his last grasp on control.
His hands moved from the bed to cradle her head, and with his weight on his elbows and forearms, sliding in so deep, so hard they both groaned at the intense pleasure of it, Gabe made Megan his.
But even as he made love to her, Gabe knew it was the other way around. Megan had already made him hers with her legs wrapped around his waist, her body opening up to his, taking everything he had to give, and giving back even more.
Their mouths met ag
ain, along with tongues and teeth, as their bodies gave in to what neither of them could keep from happening another second. He wished he could have loved her like this for hours, that he could let this feeling of being so perfectly, so intimately joined with Megan go on forever, but he’d wanted it too much, for much too long.
Still, for all his loss of control, he wouldn’t go over the edge without her.
From the sounds she was making and the rhythmic clasp of her inner muscles around him, he knew she was close. It was pure instinct to slide one hand between their bodies and lift his mouth from hers.
“Come with me, sweetheart.”
She held on to him as her green eyes went dark with pleasure. And then her eyelids were falling shut and she was arching up off the bed as her climax hit them both with so much force that it was all Gabe could do just to hold on tight as he exploded inside of her.
He forgot to leash his power, forgot how small she was, forgot that he wanted their first time to be slow and gentle. And Megan was right there with him, tugging his head down, bringing his mouth back over hers, and kissing him with all the rough passion he was unleashing on her body.
Perfect.
She was perfect.
On the other side of the storm, they panted in each other’s arms and he licked across her sweat-dampened shoulder. Rolling over with her in his arms, she laid her head in the crook of his shoulder, wrapped her arms around him, and, almost instantly, he felt her muscles go lax as she fell asleep.
Chapter Thirteen
Morning had always been Megan’s favorite time of day. When she used to go into an office, rather than working from home, she had been the annoyingly cheerful person on Monday morning. But waking up in bed with a warm male body wrapped around her was a whole different kind of good morning.
Last night when she’d given in to her desire, she’d known that they could only have one wild night. But even though the first rays of light were starting to peek in under the curtains, it was still dark enough in the room that she could let herself pretend they were still in the midst of their forbidden night together. So when Gabe stirred against her, his erection hot and hard against her bottom, she refused to let herself come fully awake.