Page 46 of Angel Eyes

And why would I? I didn’t need them at the gallery. Come to think of it, I wasn’t sure I even owned any. It had been so long since I had taken a woman to bed. In fact, I hadn’t been with anyone since …

No. I would not think of her.

“Oh,” Juliet said, and I frowned at the note of disappointment in her tone. Maybe I couldn’t give her exactly what she wanted, but there was no way I was leaving her unsatisfied.

I lifted away from her, leaving a trail of kisses from her sternum to her belly button, taking a brief detour to brush my lips over her hipbone.

She sucked in a breath. “Gabriel, wait. You can’t do that.”

“Why not? Don’t you like it?”

“It’s not that. At least, not exactly …”

I rose onto my elbows to get a better look at her, noting her brows tangled in a deep furrow, her eyes swirling with uncertainty. Lacing our fingers together, I kissed each of hers in turn.

“Talk to me, Juliet.”

She worried her lower lip, then exhaled in resignation. “It’s just I’ve never …” She broke off, her face turning a brilliant shade of crimson, and understanding descended on me in one fell swoop. I blinked at her in disbelief.

“Never?”

How was that possible? Hadn’t she dated her ex for years? I added this new piece of information to the list of reasons to kick his ass. Or, on second thought, I should thank him for giving me the pleasure of being the first one to share this with her. A smug smile crossed my lips, the thought satisfying some baser caveman instinct I wasn’t aware I possessed.

“I know that’s ridiculous,” she said, struggling to sit up. “You’re probably used to more experienced women.”

I flattened a hand against her belly, holding her in place. “First, there’s nothing ridiculous about it. I would be honored to try this with you, but only if you’re comfortable.”

She stopped squirming.

“And second,” I continued, pausing to kiss her inner thigh, “you’re wrong about me. I’m not used to anything. It’s been … a while since I’ve been with anyone.”

I waited for her to freak out. After all, what normal guy was celibate for years? It wasn’t that I hadn’t had opportunities, it was just no woman had interested me enough to justify the distraction.

Until now.

“How long has it been?”

“Three years.”

It sounded a lot longer out loud.

I searched her expression, looking for a clue as to what she was thinking and bracing myself for the worst. But, to my surprise, her face softened, and I closed my eyes, exhaling in relief.

Without warning, she lifted onto her knees, pushing me down onto the couch.

“Juliet, what are you—” My voice guttered out as she lowered her head and wrapped those perfect lips right around my cock. Something in my soul shattered at the sensation of her warm, wet mouth taking me in, shallow at first, and then deeper until the tip grazed the back of her throat.

This was it. This was how I would die.

My hips nearly lifted off the couch as she dragged her tongue along the bottom of my shaft, hollowing out her cheeks as she began pumping me with her fist. My balls drew up tight, aching with the need to come. I squeezed the base of my dick, trying to forestall the inevitable while simultaneously fisting a hand in her hair, urging her faster. I wouldn’t last, and, as thrilling as the prospect of finishing in her mouth was, there was no way I was letting her do that. I hadn’t earned that privilege yet.

I grabbed her wrists and pulled her up until she was straddling me.

“I want you to feel me.” I slipped her damp panties to one side, parting her soft folds and sliding her along the thick underside of my dick. Her head fell back, her face contorting as her lips clamped down on a closed-mouth scream. “Is this what you need?”

“God, yes.” She rocked on my lap, chasing her own pleasure as I gripped her backside, guiding her warm flesh against mine and praying to all that was holy that I didn’t beat her to the finish line. I brushed my thumb over her full lips, the sight of her whispering incoherently making me drunk with the need to please her, to give her everything I had and then some.

“Gabriel.” Her eyes flew open, a spark of fear flashing in them. “I think I’m going to—”

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