Page 73 of Kiss and Make Love

He needed to give her something. It was the only way.

Gabriel sighed, unsure how to start. “I lost my job.”

June’s head whipped around to face him, her eyes large with alarm.

“The one I had before this,” he clarified. “I let my judgment become…compromised by a relationship, and it cost me five years of dedicated work. I had to start all over again.”

Slowly, as if weighing her words, June responded to his confession. “Is that why you’re always so focused on work? On this job?” she asked.

He nodded. “I swore I wouldn’t let it happen again. So, if it seems like I’m very single-minded, it’s because I am. I never want to be in a situation like that again.”

That was all he could share tonight. More than he’d given anyone in years. Well, anyone besides Matt.

He gazed at June and hated the desperation he was sure crept into his eyes. Could she understand without pressing for more? He wanted her to. God, he longed to kiss her again. Before this trip, he’d had a thing for June from afar. Only in his fantasies, and only occasionally, because he’d never want to betray Matt. But being stuck in a car with her, getting to know her situation, realizing she was all grown up—something had changed.

He no longer saw her only as Matt’s sister. She was a woman all her own.

She shrugged. “I won’t press you on it. But know that there’s more to life than work, and if you’re open to it, it might surprise you.”

Gabriel meant to reach out to her, but she turned and walked back toward his car before he could make a move. That damn cotton dress swirled around her thighs as she walked through the field. The braid hanging over her shoulder had strands escaping, mussed from long hours in the passenger seat.

She listened. She didn’t judge. She understood.

His heart tightened in his chest, and he went after her. June pulled on the handle of the car door right as he caught up, and he shut it. She jumped and turned to face him.

Before there was room for protest, his mouth was on hers. He pushed her against the side of the car with his hips, pinning her where she stood. Initially, he was met with shock, but then she leaned into him. Her mouth opened, tongue tangling with his, her lips against his own—she was eager for him.

He grinded against her, wanting June to feel his stiff cock against her thigh. She met his thrusts with her own. Hands moved to his hair and pulled at his neck, drawing him close. The warmth of her flush against his body was exhilarating, and he nipped her lip, eliciting the sweetest little moan he’d ever heard.

He pulled back and studied her face. Desire was painted across her features. “You like that?” he asked, his voice husky with lust.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“You want more?” His chest heaved. Before he went too far, he needed to make sure she wanted this, too.

June’s gaze said everything as she grabbed him by his shirt collar and pulled his head down to meet hers. “God, yes.”

That was all he needed. He grabbed a handful of her tight ass, lifting her against the car door, pinning her in place. Her legs wrapped around his hips as if it were secondnature, her dress riding up her thighs. Gabriel’s mouth found her neck, and he started to kiss and bite his way down her chest. He ripped her thin little dress straps and pushed the top down.

Fuck. She wasn’t wearing a bra—and she had the most perfect tits he’d ever seen. Round, full, with peachy pink nipples.

He eagerly sucked one of them while squeezing the other with his fingers, causing her to arch into his body. A faint groan escaped her lips that sounded a lot like his name. His cock pulsed behind his jeans. He wanted to hear his name again.

Louder.

He wanted her to scream it.

With that singular thought in mind, he crouched down and threw her legs over his shoulders. Still using the car as leverage to keep her suspended, he buried his face between her thighs. Warm. Wet. He ran his tongue against the white silk fabric of her panties.Sowet for him. June’s legs quivered each time he teased her with his tongue.

“Gabe,” she called from above him. “Gabe—what if someone drives by?”

She sounded only slightly concerned, too distracted by what he was doing with his mouth.

“Let them see,” he growled into her pussy, biting at the fabric between it and his tongue. No damn way he was stopping. Her soft skin was driving him crazy. The way she called him Gabe, not Gabriel.

He needed her on his tongue.

Now.

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