Page 73 of Out of the Cold

“Lucy,” he said on a soft breath, his expression reverent. He pressed her back against the bed, his hands skimming up her body until his thumbs grazed the underside of her breasts.

His mouth closed over a tight peak, sucking and rolling until her nails were digging into his arms. Then his mouth was on hers again and they were devouring each other, rocking together until she was desperate to come. His hands were in her hair, on her skin, and she still hadn’t managed to get any of his clothes off.

“Gabriel, wait.”

He pulled back, breathing hard. “Am I going too fast?”

She ran her hands down his chest, grabbing the hem of his shirt. “Take this off. Take everything off.”

He didn’t argue. Standing up, he pulled his flannel over his head.

“Oh my God.” She could barely breathe.

He smiled at her, and then he was naked and climbing back into bed.

She rose up until she was kneeling and let her hands follow the light of the lantern where it shone on his skin, casting little shadows in the hollows of each muscle.

She kissed him with all the longing she’d held in her heart for the past two months.

Then she was on her back again, her pants and underwear off in one smooth motion. His hand slid into her curls. They both moaned when his finger found her wet folds.

“Lucy,” he whispered, her name like a prayer.

She bucked against him in a fury of need as he kissed her deep and rough, in rhythm with his strokes.

His voice was a low rasp in her ear. “Is this what you want?”

Her assent turned into a keening moan as she writhed against him, her nails digging into his back.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

She wrapped her arms around him as he buried his head in her neck. His finger slid over the little bundle of nerves again and again, sometimes dipping into her. He took his time even as he trembled with need.

She was desperate for him, aching and empty. The scent of him was in her hair, on her skin, but she needed more.

“Gabriel, please.”

He rose over her, his eyes wicked and bright. “What do you need? You need to come?”

“I need you inside me,” she gasped, writhing under him.

“Hell, yes.”

He pressed her thighs wider and lined himself up, his eyes on hers as he sank into her with agonizing slowness. He pulled out and slid back in again, still taking his time, his arms trembling with the effort. She rose up to meet him and pulled him tight against her.

With one hand he held her hips steady, and his thumb stroked over her, once, twice, in time with his thrusts. She came like a wild thing, pulsing around him as he reached his own release and shuddered in her arms.

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Gradually, Gabe’s heartslowed and blood flowed back into his brain. But he didn’t move. He might never move.

He let his hand slide through her hair and drew back to see her smile, those soulful eyes of hers warm on his. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

Lucy’s warm body was pliant beneath him, her breath soft on his neck. Finally getting up the strength, he rolled off her and lay on his side. He smoothed a hand down her arm to her hip, where he let it rest. It fit perfectly.

“Am I?” she asked, a smile both shy and flirty curling her mouth.

His pulse kicked up again. Slowly, watching her expressive face, he let his hand drift higher, the backs of his fingers lightly passing over one of her delectable little breasts. She was so small everywhere, but also stronger than he’d realized. He could see the evidence of her daily treks in the lean muscles of her thighs and calves. He was going to have to spend some time exploring those...

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