Page 22 of Cinderella's One-Night Baby

Laying her down so she was flat on her back, the velvet skirt of her dress bunched around her hips, one knee raised, a bare foot pressed against his thigh, the other trailing on the car floor, he dragged his fingers over the most succulent thigh imaginable. The mew of arousal that sounded from her throat fed his own rock-hard arousal. Covering her with his body, he kissed her again.

A vague awareness that they would arrive at his apartment shortly echoed in the back of his head, and he broke the lock of their mouths for another look at the beauty that captivated him more with every stare.

She lifted her hand to run her fingers through his hair. The desire blazing on her face was like nothing he’d seen before. It was there in the slash of colour high on her cheeks and the heavy-lidded, drugged dilation in her eyes.

One more taste, he promised himself. Just one more taste and then he would help her sit up, straighten the skirt of her dress, and control his ardour until they reached his apartment.

Maybe he would have been able to make good on his mental promise of justone more tasteif, when he crushed his mouth back to hers, his fingers hadn’t crept further up her thigh and clasped onto a bottom so plump and peachy that every cell in his body shot to electrified attention.

It was possible that he would still have been able to break away if she hadn’t raised her pelvis and, with another of those soft mews, hooked her leg around him.

Keeping their mouths fused together, Andrés lifted himself slightly, giving just the space needed to bring his hand around to Gabrielle’s pelvis. He cupped it whole.Dios, theheat...

The moment Andrés put his hand to her pubis, Gabrielle lost the last of any inhibitions she had left. With one touch, the ache that had been slowly growing as the evening had gone on turned into an acute delicious pain begging for something,something. Moaning into his mouth, she twisted her body so both her legs wrapped around him, and ground into his hand. When his fingers dipped under her knickers and cupped her without any barrier, the sensations were so good and so powerful that all she could do was rock into his hand in the urgent need for that something. She was barely conscious of fighting with the button and zip of his trousers until his giant hand abandoned the source of her pleasure to cover hers and free his arousal.

She sucked in a breath as he curled her fingers over the pulsing hot length before his hand dove back between her legs, aware only that Andrés’s grunts as she gripped his erection and made the movements that turned his grunts into groans were as exciting and thrilling as what his hand was doing to her.

Groans turned into shallow breaths, their mouths touching but hardly moving. The urgency for thatsomethinggrew, and she gazed into his glazed eyes, silently pleading with him to...

He shifted the angle of his hand so a finger slid inside her sticky heat and his palm cupped harder to her pubis. She gasped at the pleasure and reflexively tightened her grip on his erection as she ground against his palm and then she felt it, the release of the coil that had wound tighter and tighter inside her and spasm after spasm of the most intense pleasure imaginable flooded her and turned the world around her into flickering white light.

CHAPTER SEVEN

ITWASONLYthe beauty of Gabrielle’s face lighting up in shocked wonder as she lost control that stopped Andrés giving in to his own release. It caught him in his own shocked wonder.

He’d come so close. So damn close.

When she had finally stilled and the only movement was in the dazed eyes ringing at him, he inhaled deeply to bring about the final bit of control needed, and kissed her gently.

He thought Gabrielle’s climax might just be the most beautiful and erotic thing he had ever witnessed.

Somehow managing to trap his erection in the tight confines of his underwear, he pulled the zip of his trousers up as light filtered through the car’s tinted windows.

‘We are here,’ he told her huskily.

She blinked, raised her head and then let it flop back onto the seat. Her chest rose as she took a long breath.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked, lightly tracing the back of his finger over her cheek.

Her pillowy lips attempted a smile. ‘A bit shaky.’

He shifted to free Gabrielle’s leg trapped between him and the car seat. ‘Good shaky or bad shaky?’

Her next smile was a little more convincing and came with a short laugh. ‘Good shaky...’ She pressed her thighs together and twisted so both her feet dropped to the floor. ‘I think.’

‘Do you need me to carry you inside?’ he half jested.

This time, her smile pulled across her whole face. ‘What, like arealprincess?’

He couldn’t explain why this touched him as it did, but he had to fight to keep the lightness in his tone. ‘Just like a real princess.’

The car came to a stop.

She held a hand out. ‘I think I’m good to walk but I could do with your help sitting up.’

He took hold of it and grazed a kiss to the tip of her fingers then pulled her upright.

Between them, they tugged the skirt of her dress back down to her ankles—pretty ankles, he noted—before Andrés slid her shoes back onto her feet.

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