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“I need to taste you.” His words were mumbled since his face was buried between my breasts.
The only experience I had was of stolen kisses and fumbled touches over clothes. I’d never even been naked in front of a guy.
An onslaught of sensations crashed over me. His hands and lips were everywhere, eliciting noises from me I’d never heard come out of my mouth. But they only seemed to spur him on.
I moaned, barely able to string syllables together. “Gabriel.”
His name on my lips seemed to have unleashed something in him because he pushed my torso back with a growl, exposing me to him. He sat down on a barstool between my legs, resting them on his shoulders. I watched him with unblinking eyes and mouth wide open as he dipped his head down to my core.
When his tongue made contact, I bowed off the counter. The feeling of someone touching me where only I had ever touched myself was overwhelming. Soon, there was no more room for my initial embarrassment as it gave way to arousal.
The view of his head between my legs was such a turn-on, it didn’t take long until I was writhing on the counter, trying to get closer, feeling something build inside me.
My hands searched for something to hold on to, grappling until they found his thick mane of hair. I sank my fingers into his silky strands, holding him tight as if afraid he’d stop.
He pulled me impossibly closer by grabbing my ass cheeks, his mouth and tongue working me until I thought I couldn’t take any more. And when the orgasm took over my body, consuming me, I bucked off the bench, gripping his hair so firmly I was afraid I’d ripped out strands.
Flopping back down on the cold marble, I panted, blinking at my grinning husband. He kissed my belly, then pulled me up and touched his lips to mine, our tongues tangling, my body coming alive once again.
I’d never felt like this. The desire to be with someone else. To make us one.
And when Gabriel held me in his arms, all I felt was satisfaction and security. No guilt. No worry. No hate.
He grinned down at me, then kissed my nose. “You’re always beautiful. But right now, satisfied and in my arms, I don’t remember why I waited this long to truly make you mine.”
He rushed to our room, sprinting up the stairs as if he wasn’t holding me. I giggled, running my hands over his shoulders and my tongue along his neck.
He playfully nipped at my hand that was tracing his jawline. “If you keep it up, we won’t make it to the bed.”
Leaning back, I took in his heated eyes and tight jaw. The pulse in his neck was thrumming, and his hands bit into my waist and leg.
I’d been too busy staring at him to pay attention to where we were, and I squealed in surprise when he threw me through the air and onto the bed. I bounced once before he was on me.
“This needs to go too.”
He tugged on my T-shirt, and I lifted my arms, feeling the soft fabric glide over my body. With the flick of a finger, he undid the front clasp of my bra, and then I was bare beneath him while he was still fully clothed. Mindful of my back, I lay down, making sure he got an eyeful of my breasts instead of my scars.
Noticing the tight way I held myself, Gabriel stopped undoing the button on his pants, sitting down on the bed next to me. “Hey.” His brows drawn tight in concern, he studied me. “What happened? One second you were enjoying yourself, and now you’re as stiff as a board.”
I threw my hands over my face, unable to look at him. “I’m sorry. I’m not ready. I didn’t mean to tease you. I’m sorry.”
Dropping onto the mattress next to me, he gently pried one hand off my face, then the other. “Stop saying you’re sorry. We don’t have to go any further. We have the rest of our lives together. If we have sex now or in a few weeks, it doesn’t matter to me.”
Oh, how I wanted his words to be true. But I knew our time was limited. And I hated myself for wasting precious moments we didn’t have.
I took a deep breath. I needed to tell him. There were enough secrets between us. And this was one I didn’t have to keep. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. “It’s not that I don’t want to be with you. Nobody has ever made me feel what you did in the kitchen.”
My face must have gone bright red, and I lifted my hands to cover it again. He caught them, then sat up on his elbow, holding them next to my head. “I enjoy being with you. In whatever form that may be. If you’re still not sure about us, then I’ll just have to work harder to convince you.”
His endearing grin did me in and made me blurt out what I should have delivered with a little more finesse. “I’m a virgin.”
My unblinking eyes looked at everything but him.
He released me, and a hand on my jaw turned my head to face him. His eyes had gone soft, the small smile playing on his lips turning into a full-blown one as soon as his gaze connected with mine. “I can’t say I’m sorry to hear that. I know that’s really backward of me, and it shouldn’t matter. But knowing I’ll be the only guy you’ll ever be with does things to me. It’s the best gift I’ve ever been given.”
He trailed his finger down the line of my jaw, then buried his hand in my hair and leaned closer. “I promise you won’t ever regret trusting me.”
His words hit me like a slap to the face. Because once he found out what I’d done—what I was doing—he’d throw me out so fast I’d be lucky to have time to pack a bag. And all this would be over.
