Page 88 of Fast Vengeance

She squeezed him tighter. “I don’t want to hide it anymore. I love you. Have for a while now.”

His hand slid into her hair, tugged her head back. When she looked up, she caught her breath at the raging hunger burning in those piercing blue eyes.

She gasped into his mouth as it closed over hers. Forceful. Dominant. Branding her along with the heat of his hands as he popped her off her feet and carried her to the wide bed behind her.

Their clothes came off in a flurry of motion, ended up scattered on the floor. Then they were naked and he was pressing her down into the bed, his hard, hot body blanketing hers, his hips wedged between her open thighs.

Yes. Please. Need you.

“I’m here. Right here,” he said, and she realized she must have said the words aloud. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

The rush of sensation and emotion were almost too much. Even the lightest brush of his hands and mouth made her burn, her skin sensitized to the slightest touch. He left no doubt as to how much he wanted her, or that he was in charge. The way he held her, positioned and pinned her made her crazy with yearning.

She was moaning, babbling to him in Spanish without realizing it, pleasure swamping her as he stroked and kissed her all over. Neither of her previous lovers had come anywhere close to this. They were fumbling boys compared to him. Gabe was all powerful, hungry man as he held her exactly where he wanted her and asserted his mastery over her body.

His hands held her hips steady as his lips released her throbbing nipple and laid a burning trail of kisses down the center of her body. Down her stomach. Her abdomen. To the secret place between her thighs.

Oceane bit her lip, her fingers tangled in his short hair, her whole body alive and aching for fulfillment.

He had her twisting, panting, her fingers clenched around his hair as his lips and tongue caressed the sensitive folds, swirled around the taut bud at the top of her sex. She made an incoherent sound and gave herself over to the sensation. To him. He built her pleasure with slow precision, licking and sucking until she thought she would go mad.

And when she was right there on the edge of release, he finally slid a condom on and stretched out on top of her, stared down into her face as he slid deep inside her.

She cried out his name, her soul quivering at the rightness of it. His mouth muffled it, his tongue twining with hers as he stretched her, filled her, making the ache inside her worse.

All too soon he stopped, withdrew and rolled her onto her knees. “Hold on,” he whispered, taking her hands and curling them into the bedding.

She did as he said, holding her breath. Waiting to see what he would do. Then she felt the pressure once more, the heat as he positioned himself and surged deep. Her cry of surrender echoed in her ears as she shuddered in his hold.

He was all around her. Inside her. His hot, hard body curved around her back. One wonderfully strong arm banded around her waist, the other reaching down to slide his hand between her legs to stroke her swollen, sensitive nub.

“Gabe, oh, please…” she gasped out, heart hammering, the pleasure building and building. Wonderful and terrifying at the same time.

His low, sexy voice spoke against her ear. Telling her how beautiful she was. How good she felt. Praising her. Melting all the remaining cold inside her and replacing it with a warm glow that suffused her whole body.

Then he said the best part.

“Te amo,” he whispered against her neck, his hips surging slow and steady, making her lose her mind as he caressed between her thighs, the dual caresses igniting nerve endings she hadn’t even known existed until now.

Release crashed through her. Her cries rang unchecked in the silence, the pleasure shattering. He followed a moment later with a raw groan against her shoulder, his arms locked tight around her.

She drifted, languorous and sated as he eased her onto her side, withdrew and left the bed. Water ran in the bathroom, then he came back and tucked his body around hers, holding her close.

Sighing in contentment, she ran her fingers up and down his corded forearm, savoring the feel of him wrapped around her like a blanket. “Did you mean it? That last part?” She had to know in case it had merely been in the throes of passion. A phrase she had never understood until a few minutes ago.

He kissed her shoulder. “Yeah. I meant it.”

She smiled in the dimness. “I was hoping so.”

He exhaled, his breath stirring the curls at her nape. “What are we gonna do about this?”

“Well.” She wiggled closer, caught his hand and pulled it up to her mouth to kiss it. “I talked to one of my marshals. Given the events of the past twenty-four hours, there’s no real reason for me to stay in WITSEC anymore.”

He stilled, even his breathing halting. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “But I don’t want to stay to Mexico. I want to start over somewhere in the States. I don’t know whether I can get citizenship or not.”

“They’ll give it to you,” he said, sounding sure of it. “What about Virginia? Would you live there?”

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