She bit his tongue. He bit her lip. She raked her hands across his shoulders, still covered in the sweater.
“Too many clothes,” she rasped.
He set her down, yanked off his sweater. A light dusting of dark hair covered his amazing pecs. She pressed her mouth to his heated skin, dragged her nails down his back. His leathery scent filled her lungs.
“You like inflicting pain,” he said.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No. I have a high threshold.”
Pushing off him, she gave him the once over.
I’m gonna fuck him for hours and hours.
Seconds later, she stepped out of her heels, shimmied out of her pants. Now, all that separated her from him was her black bra and barely-there black thong.
He stilled, his fiery gaze raking over her. The eye fuck alone was worth risking bringing someone back to her room.
She sashayed over, knelt, and unzipped his boots. Off they came. She rose, helped him remove his pants, then his boxer briefs.
“Much better.” She had to touch him, so she ran her fingers over his strong shoulders, down his triceps, appreciating the hard, bulging muscles. But it was his joy stick she could not ignore. With excitement racing through her, she wrapped her hands around his erection and squeezed.
“Ready to go for a ride?” she asked.
This god of a man might think he was born for murder and mayhem, but he was born to fuck.
With her hand still curled around his cock, she made her way to the bed, pulled back the linens, and said, “Sit on the edge.”
He did.
“I love to boss you around.”
His heavy-hooded eyes sent a bolt of lightning charging through her. Her already wet pussy was throbbing so hard, she couldn’t think about anything except taking him inside her.
Patience.
She stood between his legs, kissed him. He snaked his arms around her, pressed them to her ass, and kissed the hell out of her. Her groans were dwarfed by his throaty moans. He was devouring her with his mouth, the ferocity in his kiss pulling foreign sounds from the depths of her soul.
“Damn, where’d you learn to kiss like that?”
“The redhead,” he replied.
She laughed. “You’re quick and a smart-ass. I love that.”
While massaging her ass with one hand, he caressed her breast with the other. Then he latched on, started sucking, and she gasped with pleasure.
“Yesss, hard. Suck my tit hard.”
He bit her tender, swollen flesh, sucked and licked, while her pussy juices rolled down her leg. She was losing control,gyrating against his mouth while he sent her flying higher and higher. Pleasure flooded her entire body, like a thunderstorm in the spring. She was soaked in desire and drowning in everything Gabriel.
Then, he grabbed her, pulled her onto the bed, and pinned her beneath him. Gazing up at him, she felt the pulsing as much as she heard her heart hammering away in her chest.
He moved off her, slid his hands under her ass, pulled her to the edge of the bed so her pussy was inches away from his mouth. The blood rushed from her head and she sucked down a deep breath.
“If I pass out, I’ll be angry,” she mumbled.
“You’ll come before I let you go unconscious,” he said, his husky voice thrumming through her.
