Page 79 of Out of the Cold

The look on his face as he came toward her sent a rush of heat through her veins.

“I seem to be living the dream,” he murmured, his hands running up her arms. “I definitely don’t deserve this.”

“Well, I do,” she said, rising up on her toes and kissing him.

He gave a low groan, and then she was on the counter, Gabriel between her legs.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he said, his mouth claiming hers.

She was instantly drowning in him. She spread her thighs wider and pulled him closer. Her mouth demanded more.

He kissed her neck, nipped at her earlobe.

“I could eat you right up in one bite,” he growled, lifting her top over her head.

He was already hard, and she rubbed against him like an animal. She couldn’t think of a single reason not to let him take her right there.

He ground against her until her head was thrown back, her neck bared for him.

“Need to take these off you,” he said, his fingers working on the snap of her jeans.

“Yes, yes. Get them off.”

She lifted herself enough for him to drag her pants and underwear over her ass and down her legs. She kicked them off, and then his big hands were smoothing their way back up her legs, setting fire to every inch of skin he touched.

His thumbs brushed against her mound as he moved closer. “My God, you’re gorgeous.”

Her hands shook as they worked his button and zipper, and then she was stroking him even as her legs wrapped around his hips. He pulled her until she was on the very edge of the counter, braced a hand on her back, and entered her in one slow thrust.

She lost her mind then. He was inside her, all around her, all she could see or breathe.

And still, it wasn’t enough.

He kissed her as she moaned and cried out, rolling his hips in a rhythm that had her digging her nails into his shoulders.

“Please, Gabriel,” she begged, out of her mind. She wanted it to go on forever, and she couldn’t bear any more pleasure.

He drove into her hard as his mouth closed over a puckered nipple, and she broke apart on a scream moments before he shuddered over her.

He stared down at her as he stroked a hand from her neck to her belly and down one leg. “You make me crazy,” he said, breathing hard. “Next time, I’ll at least get you horizontal.”

“And I’m going to get you naked.”

His smile was wicked. “Deal.”

Carefully, he pulled out and set her on her feet. He righted himself, then picked up her discarded clothes. “As much as I like you naked, you probably want to get dressed.”

“For now,” she said, smiling as she pulled the top over her head. “I hope you meant what you said this morning about dinner, because I’m famished.”

“You doubt me?”

She shrugged and stepped into her underwear and pants. “Just checking.”

“I had frozen vegetables and ground turkey, and I saw you had potatoes, so I figured I’d make a version of shepherd’s pie,” he said, grabbing the shopping bag and setting it on the counter. “I can’t bake it, since the oven isn’t working, but I figure I can pile the mashed potatoes on and call it good.”

“That sounds perfect. What can I do?”

“You can sit at the table and talk to me.”

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