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by Bella Andre

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  Author: Bella Andre

  “Yes, you do,” he said in that low voice that never failed to send shivers through her. “You were fantasizing about it just a few minutes ago. Go back to that fantasy and let yourself live it. Give us both the pleasure of you touching yourself, Megan. ”

  He was right. She’d had plenty of practice masturbating in the past few years. Not with toys that she would have been afraid one particular curious little mind would find in her drawer, but with her own hands, her own fingers.

  Just like Gabe wanted her to do right now.

  While he watched.

  What they were doing was so forbidden—so far outside the realm of the “normal” sex she’d ever permitted herself to have—that despite her nerves, she could feel herself growing even more aroused.

  Maybe if she closed her eyes, maybe if she pretended she was alone, then she could—

  “Megan. ”

  She opened her eyes and looked at him, only to find him shaking his head.

  “Watch me watch you. ”

  Another flood of arousal poured through her at his softly spoken command and the force of her desire was actually strong enough in that moment for one of her hands to find its way between her legs, the other to cup her own breast, just as he’d done precious minutes ago.

  She was so turned on that even though she would have sworn before a judge and jury she could never climax like this, in pure exhibition, in front of a man—any man—she knew it wouldn’t take more than a few well-placed presses of her fingers against herself for her to fall over the edge.

  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 his 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.

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nbsp; “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 concentrating 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.

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