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If she wasn’t already close to the edge of her orgasm, that look would have driven her there. He tangled his hands in her hair and turned so that she was pressed between his body and the wall. He captured one of her hands in his, drew it up over her head and held it shackled to the wall while his mouth came back to hers.
He plundered her mouth. Made her forget everything, even where she ended and he began. She was a creature of fire in his arms and he was something that fed her flame. Drove her higher.
She gasped as she felt his fingers against her most intimate flesh. He drew a teasing pattern over her and then slowly parted her and tapped his finger on her clitoris. She shivered and shook in his arms, struggled to breathe as sensation started to wash over her.
She tried to pull back but there was nowhere to move. He kept tapping on her until her legs were moving frantically against him. Parting to give him greater access to her feminine secrets. His touch on her changed; he cupped her intimately between her legs as his thumb now rubbed over that sweet spot.
She felt his finger tracing the entrance of her body and then slowly he pushed it up inside her. She tore her mouth from his, moaning his name.
He kept pushing his finger higher inside her, going as deep as he could, while his thumb rocked against her. Everything inside her clenched and stars danced behind her closed eyes as she came.
It was harder and stronger than she’d climaxed before. She turned her head and found his shoulder, biting him through the fabric of his shirt while wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. He kept caressing her until she stopped shaking in his arms, and then he lifted her up and carried her over to the bed. He set her down on the edge and she collapsed backward, staring up at his ceiling, which had Spanish mission-style exposed beams and a big ceiling fan that spun lazily above her head.
She was numb with pleasure, shock waves still rocketing through her body.
* * *
Kingsley pushed himself to his feet and stepped away from Gabi. He wanted her so badly he felt as if he was going to lose all control. He turned away and took a deep breath. The first time they’d had sex he’d been a college guy with lust on his mind. This time he was a man and he wanted to take his time.
She shifted on the bed, leaning up on her elbows. Her clothing was disheveled and he wanted her naked. He slowly pushed his shirt off and let it fall to the floor.
She sat up and reached toward him. He felt the coolness of her long fingers against his skin. She moved them up his body at a leisurely pace as she got to her feet. She traced the tattoo of Conner’s name that was over his heart.
His muscles flexed under her touch. As she scraped her fingernail over the lettering, he felt goose bumps spread all over him. He wanted her. He was so damned close to losing all control.
She put her hands around his biceps. “I never told you, but one of the things that always attracted me to you was your arms.”
“My arms?” he asked, struggling to make his voice sound normal and not guttural with need.
“Yes. I love how strong you are. Do you remember the day we met?”
“How could I forget it?” He’d stumbled into her after leaving the gym and almost flattened her. He’d grabbed her and rolled so that he was under her when they fell. And he’d been a goner. He’d had to get to know the woman who had turned him on with one brush of her body against his.
He lowered his mouth to hers, unable to wait another second. He didn’t want to discuss the past. He wanted to get her naked and bury himself inside her. Get so deep that nothing would matter except the two of them.
She rose on her tiptoes and tightened her grip on his upper arms. He lifted her again, wrapping his arms around her hips before breaking the kiss and letting her slide slowly down his body.
She reached between them for his belt and while she worked at freeing him from his pants, he found the zipper to her dress and pushed it off her body.
He stepped back as the fabric fell away from her to pool around her feet. She wore only her high heels and a flesh-colored bra. She reached behind her and undid the fastening of her bra, shrugged her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
She shook her head and her hair danced around her shoulders as she crooked her finger at him. “Come closer.”
He shoved his pants and underwear down his legs and kicked them off. He caught her with one arm around her waist and maneuvered them down to the bed, carefully keeping his weight on his free arm. She parted her legs and he settled between them. Her hands skimmed up and down his back as he pulled his hips back, reveling in the naked feel of her flesh against his.
