Oh my God.
This is—this is...
He paused, giving me time to adjust, and I felt his hand cup my face.
“Okay?” he murmured.
“Yes,” I gasped. “More. Please. I need.”
He pushed deeper, and I felt him fill me completely.
Oh God.
Oh God, this is—this is perfect.
This is everything.
He started to move, slow and deep, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
“Cate,” he gasped, and my name sounded like a prayer.
“Gabriel,” I breathed back, and then we were moving together, finding a rhythm.
His mouth found mine, kissing me deeply, and I felt the pressure building again, faster this time.
Oh God.
Oh God, I’m going to—Again?
Already?
“I can feel you,” he murmured against my mouth. “I can feel you getting close.”
How does he know?
How does he—Oh GOD!
His hand slid between us, fingers finding that spot again, and I cried out.
“Come for me,” he said, his voice rough and commanding. “I want to feel you come around me.”
Oh my God.
Oh my God, he’s—he’s going to kill me.
Gabriel Lyon is going to kill me with words, and I’m going to die happy.
The orgasm hit me harder this time, crashing over me in waves, and I cried out his name, my nails digging into his shoulders. I felt him follow, his body tensing, his breath catching, and he gasped my name as he came.
Oh.
Oh my God.
We stayed like that for a moment, both of us breathing hard, our bodies still connected. Then Gabriel pulled out carefully, disposing of the condom, and collapsed beside me on the bed.
I stared at the ceiling, my heart still racing, my body still trembling.
What just happened?
