“Is this okay?” he asked, his fingers stroking gently.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, please, don’t stop.”
His fingers moved, exploring, and I felt him find the spot that made my back arch off the bed.
“There?” he murmured.
“Yes—oh God—yes!”
He circled slowly, deliberately, and I felt the pressure building, the heat coiling low in my stomach.
Oh God.
Oh God, I’m going to—already? That’s embarrassing. That’s definitely embarrassing. I should...
“Don’t think,” Gabriel said, as if he could read my mind. “Just feel.”
His fingers moved faster, and his mouth found my breast again, and I felt myself climbing higher, higher.
“Gabriel—I’m—I’m going to...”
“Let go,” he murmured against my skin. “I want to feel you come.”
Oh my God.
Oh my God, he just—he just said—My orgasm hit me like a wave, crashing over me, and I cried out his name, my hands fisting in the sheets.
Holy shit.
Holy shit, that was—that was—I couldn’t form words! Couldn’t form thoughts. I could only feel the aftershocks rolling through me as Gabriel’s hand gentled, stroking softly.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he murmured, and I felt my face burn.
He’s going to kill me.
Gabriel Lyon is going to kill me with words.
I opened my eyes—when did I close them?—and found him watching me with an expression that was equal parts satisfied and hungry.
“Your turn,” I gasped, reaching for his belt.
He caught my hands, stilling them. “Cate.”
“Please,” I said, looking up at him. “I want—I want to touch you. I want—”
I want everything.
I want to make him feel the way he just made me feel.
I want to hear him say my name like that.
He released my hands, and I fumbled with his belt, my fingers shaking.
Come on, Cate. You can do this. It’s just a belt. You’ve unbuckled belts before.
Okay, not HIS belt. Not while he’s looking at you like THAT.
But still.
