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All he knew was that Dove was here, and that he couldn’t stop staring at the hollows of her collarbone and the pulse beating in her throat.
The air quivered around them.
She moved first, reaching up to brush her lips against his, so softly that if his eyes had been shut he would have thought it was nothing but his imagination. But then she leaned in and kissed him on his mouth, and all over his face, licking him, nipping his skin, her breath warm and sweet.
His pulse jolted as she pressed her hand to his trousers, flattening her fingers inside the waistband.
At first there was just the need for her...the need to taste her again and know that she was his. Only that wasn’t enough. He wanted more.
Heart pummelling his ribs, he slid his hands under her robe and pulled her towards him. She made a soft, choking noise against his mouth, and the sound snagged all five senses and made his breath chafe in his throat.
Her skin was warm and smooth, like satin, and it seemed to melt under his touch. But still he wanted more.
He tugged the belt around her waist, loosening it so that the robe slipped from her shoulders, and now she was naked. Pulse accelerating, he stared at her, feeling her nakedness and her nearness go through him.
She was exquisite. If she were a drawing it would be nothing more than a few curving lines. His eyes lingered on her nipples, then dropped to her thighs. And some light shading, he thought, his body shuddering into a hardness that made his legs sway beneath him.
They kissed again and then she broke away. But she left her hand inside his trousers, stroking him, smoothing her thumb over the swollen heavy head of his erection, her touch igniting a blaze of need, her soft, hungry grey gaze sliding straight through him, undoing him, making him shake...
Grunting, he batted her hand away, pushing her back on the bed and stripping off his clothes. She lay there watching him, her limbs sprawled against the sun-soaked sheets, her hair spilling over the pillow like rays of sunlight, and all of her seemed to be golden and white.
And then her hand reached for him, and he stopped seeing, stopped thinking, and his mind was nothing but heat and need.
Lost in her beauty, scraped raw and aching with desire, he lowered his mouth to her breast, tasting her there, teasing first one nipple then the other, feeling them swell and harden, feeling her body squirming restlessly against him as her hands splayed against his back, and it was sweet and slow and irresistible...
Dove shivered inside all the way through. She felt as if Gabriel was tuning her body...each touch, each lick, each caress sounding out a different note inside her...and she was lost in the shimmering vibrations breaking over her skin in a lazy, sensual rhythm that lifted her outside herself.
She wanted, wanted,wantedhim. Only Gabriel could make her feel so whole and yet so prised wide open.
‘Do you like that?’
His voice, the hoarseness of it, prised her open a little more, just as if he was using his mouth, his tongue, to part her legs and tease the coiling heat that pulsed there.
‘Yes...’
Her breasts felt heavy, the taut peaks of her nipples pulled so taut that it hurt when he touched them. But it hurt more when he didn’t. She arched upwards, pushing against his hard, seeking mouth, and then he was rolling over, taking her with him so that she was on top.
‘I want to see you. All of you,’ he said, in that same hoarse way that made her breath spin out of her throat and her heart beat light and fast like the wings of a hummingbird.
His hands were flush against her hips and he lifted her up, moving her forward, then back, so that the blunt tip of his erection was rubbing her clitoris. It felt so good...made everything inside her swell and curl like a wave.
‘Like that,’ she whispered. ‘Just like that.’
Her head tipped back. She couldn’t get enough. And when he lifted her again she shifted her weight, her hands finding him, guiding him between her legs.
He sucked in a breath, sharply, and she felt his hunger sweep through her like a rolling sheet of flame.
‘Yes.Yes.’
She tilted her hips to his, pushing down, feeling him fill her, arching her body. His blue eyes were dark with the heat that flooded her limbs. His fingers were pulling at her nipples, pinching them lightly, stroking the taut flesh, and all the time he was moving against her, his hardness filling her, his hands anchoring her against him as he pushed harder, deeper, harder, deeper...
Her nails dug into his arm.
‘Let go.’ He reached up and pulled her mouth to his, ‘Let go,’ he said again, and he pulled her closer, then closer still, and she tensed.
A bolt of lightning whipped through her, hot, stinging, making her body twitch and jerk over and over. She gasped, then cried out, and he licked the sounds from her trembling mouth. And then he was tensing, shuddering against her, dragging her hips down and thrusting up inside her, making her splinter and fly apart into a thousand glittering shards.
Breathing unsteadily, she folded against him. For a moment they lay together, panting, spent, and then he lifted her to one side, moving her under his hard, muscular body, stretching out above her.
