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It doesn’t feel like one.

I push the doubts away; all I can concentrate on now is the feel of his skin against mine. I run my hands through his hair and pull him back to me, pressing my lips to his.

I kiss him hungrily, and I don’t stop until he matches my intensity.

He takes a breath. “I’ve wanted to do this from the moment our eyes met in your office.” He runs his thumb across my bottom lip. “Even when I thought you were too young for me.”

“Ooooh, kinky,” I joke. “Should I call you Daddy?”

“I’m serious Blake.” A sweet, soft smile covers his face. “I’m so happy.”

He kisses me again, while his fingers slip under the hem of my shirt. Contact with his warm skin sends sparks down my spine. His hands roam my bare back, and the soft touch of his fingertips sends chills over me. His lips move to my collarbone, and I arch my back, sucking in a sharp breath when his fingertips graze over my sides as he pulls my sweatshirt over my head. His deft fingers move slowly and deliberately as they liberate me from my larva status.

The sweatpants go next, and I return the favor, liberating him from his excess of clothes.

Gosh, he’s beautiful. Sculpted-like-a-marble-Greek-god-statue handsome.

His pecs are toned and firm, the dark hair on his chest leading the way to the sculpted V-line of his stomach.

I lean forward and press small kisses over the contours of his abs, marveling at their perfect symmetry.

“Blake,” he says, his voice thick with desire. “You’re amazing.”

I pull back and look at him, but his eyes are closed. He’s kneeling before me, and he’s the picture of perfection. Beautiful. I get on my knees as well, and put my hands on his chest, running them over his entire torso, his arms, whatever I can reach of his back. His skin feels firm, and smooth like polished marble. His muscles twitch under my touch.

Gabriel’s eyes fly open, smoldering as he glances at my hands, now lying useless at my side.

“What are you thinking about?” he whispers.

“How beautiful you are.”

“Right back at you, baby.”

I grin at his eagerness and then push him back to the couch.

“My turn to explore.”

I crawl over his body, kissing my way from his earlobe to his collarbone. The expedition is cut short when Gabriel lets out an animal growl and flips me underneath him. The last of our garments are quickly removed and when there are no more barriers between us, leaving our souls as bare as our bodies, Gabriel looks down at me, a hurricane a thousand times stronger than the storm outside raging in his eyes.

“I love you, baby,” he whispers. “I’m sure.”

The world splits, lightning cracks outside the window, and I give up my entire being as we make love for the first time.

40

GABRIEL

Both spent, we lie in each other’s arms for a long time. I throw a blanket over us and cradle Blake close to me, stroking her back, and kissing her hair, still not able to believe what a lucky son of a gun I am.

I must doze off because suddenly I’m not in the safety of the cottage but I’m standing on the grass holding my unconscious brother, unable to move. “Thomas.” I try to wake him. “Thomas.”

Blake stirs on top of me. “Hey?”

My eyes flutter open and I find her peering down at me with a concerned look. “Were you dreaming about the accident?”

I frown. How does she know?

“Thomas told me about it,” she responds to my unspoken question. “Says it’s why you turned into such a control freak with a savior complex.” I grimace at that. “You want to tell me about it?”

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