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When he finally broke the kiss, I gazed up at him, eyes half-closed, drunk on him. He grinned and went to kiss me again, then stopped himself, his hands already on my cheeks. “You sure?”
I nodded again. I could deal with the flickers of panic, as long as he kept kissing me like that.
He gave a wicked chuckle and then his lips were on mine, tasting and exploring me as if discovering me for the first time. His hands roamed up and down my back, then along my sides, tracing the shape of me through my soaked clothes. He kissed my cheek, my jaw, the base of my neck, and I squirmed and moaned. “I want to show you Rio,” he told me. “And Hanoi. And Havana.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I managed. Every time his lips found a new place, I writhed harder against him. My hands slid over his wet back, his muscles deliciously hard and warm under my fingers.
He drew back for a second to look at me. “You’re going to make a great outlaw,” he told me with feeling.
I gave him a shy smile and he growled, grabbed my ass and lifted me into the air. I yelped in shock and something happened: the feeling of being so easily handled, of giving up control and just letting him lift me, triggered something. It bubbled up inside me, a release—
I giggled. I couldn’t remember when I’d last done that. It felt alien but Gabriel’s eyes lit up as if he liked it. I felt suddenly better, lighter.
He was good for me.
He pulled me to him. My legs slid either side of his waist and I caught my breath as his torso pressed between my thighs. He started kissing me again, open-mouthed and hungry, and I kissed him back even harder. He squeezed my ass, lifting and lowering me a little with each squeeze, and that rubbed the washboard of his abs against my groin. I began to pant into his kisses and me getting turned on turned him on more, so he ground against me even harder… It became a feedback loop, both of us spiraling upward until we couldn’t take it anymore.
He walked us over to the rear wall of the shallow cave formed by the overhang and pressed me against it. Even with the rain hissing down outside, the air was still hot and the rock wall felt wonderfully cool against my body.
Gabriel cupped my head in his hands and just looked at me intently. A lock of hair had escaped my bun and was plastered to my forehead: he pushed it away with his thumb. “I got lucky, that day in prison. I’m glad I got knifed.”
“Well, try not to let it happen again.” I tried to think of something funny to say. I wanted to be one of those witty women who can banter but that wasn’t me. I wound up just saying what I felt. “I couldn’t take it if something happened to you.”
He leaned forward and kissed me tenderly. Maybe me just being me was okay.
He kept kissing me and it became slow and deep, setting up a rhythm that radiated through our whole bodies until we were writhing together against the wall. His hands fell to my shoulders, then skimmed down my sides to the hem of my tank top. I drew in my breath as he peeled it slowly upwards, lifting my arms so that he could get it over my head. Then he reached behind me, unhooked my bra and pulled it off over my arms.
My breasts throbbed at the sudden shock of the air. He gazed down at me and his eyes narrowed in lust. He suddenly cupped my breasts, taking me by surprise, and I stared up at him, panting, as he squeezed them and then started to strum my nipples with his thumbs. “God, I love your body,” he murmured, and I felt myself lift inside, all my old insecurities falling away.
I ran my hands over the huge swells of his shoulders, tracing over his biceps and the chiseled hardness of his forearms, then letting our fingers tangle together. We stared into each other’s eyes and something passed between us. He finally set me down on the ground and then we were both scrambling to shed our boots, pants and underwear. Naked, we ran back into each other’s arms. He picked me up and spun me around, kissing my neck, and I groaned at how good his warm body felt against mine.
We kept turning and walking, spinning around and around as he inched me higher and higher in his grip, until my breasts were level with his mouth and he could lash at my nipples with his tongue. I cried out and tangled my fingers in his hair, clinging to him—
