Page 62 of Embracing Love

“I can’t figure you out, Tanya.” His voice so close, was rich, deep and resonated with the beating of her heart. She felt her breath quicken, as his breath caressed her skin once more. “Tell me what you came here to say.” He commanded, standing so close but not touching her. And it was this that she craved right now, more than anything else.

Her skin yearned for the feel of his skin on her, for his mouth on hers…for his…

“Say it,” he urged.

“You saw me and Luc talking. It’s not what you think.”

“Then tell me what to think.”

“I’m not with him. I never was or have been.” She stilled one hand on the latch, while the other lay pressed flat against the door, directly under his. The moisture of her excitement seeped slowly into her panties.

“You seemed close enough to me.”

“Nothing ever happened. We shared a kiss, once, twice. Nothing more.”

The hairs on the back of her neck and across her arms stood to attention. The more he spoke the more his breath softly skimmed the sides of her face. She dared not turn her head, lest she broke the spell.

“And there’s nothing more?”

“No. Not with him. Not with anyone.” She shook her head and steadied herself against the door as shivers shot up her arms and down the length of her back. She felt his fingers gently move her hair over to the side of her neck, his touch igniting every fibre of her body.

She shivered, not from cold, for his touch was like fire, but from the promise of what was to come.

Blood gushed through her body, as his fingers, as soft as feathers, caressed the length of her arms.

“Do you want this, Tanya?”

Oh, god, yes. She nodded her head and almost let out an audible gasp as his lips kissed her neck softly.

He was driving her slowly insane. She needed more, and mewled, low and desperate, as though she’d been given a sweet release from pent-up frustration.

A release only he could give her.

Not Vincent, not Luc, not anyone else.

She leaned her forehead against the cold door and felt relief when it cooled her hot skin. She could feel herself giving into the spell of his slow seduction. It was all that she wanted.

“More,” she pleaded, surprised to hear her thoughts become words. His lips grazed her neck and moved to her jaw, light, soft kisses. Not-enough-kisses. She groaned, louder, demanding more, as his hands slipped around her waist, trailed up and down the sides of her hips.

“I could give you more, much more. But only if that’s what you want.” His voice kissed her heart, his hot breath teased her relentlessly. She turned her face to the side, in answer. And he kissed her. His hot mouth, melting into hers, with an urgency that had them both panting.

She moaned as his hand moved from her shoulder to her waist, and his body moved in line to hers so that he fit like a glove behind her. With their mouths still joined she felt his hardness behind her and ground against him. She heard him gasp, and in turn she let out another soft moan when his fingers traced frantically over her jaw, her neck, and below, exploring with as desperate a desire as their kisses.

His hand fell to her breast and his thumb rubbed slowly over her now hardened peaks, drawing low, lazy whimpers from her. They were both still fully dressed and yet the pleasure was unbearable. She needed skin on skin, but he pulled his mouth away, and rested it against her shoulder while they both stopped to catch their breath.

“I want you, Gabriel.”

“Are you sure it’s me you want?”

She’d never been more sure.

“I want you, here, now. Like this.” Her strong sexual urges, a year in waiting, screamed for release. So that when his hand fell to her stomach and lower, she parted her legs a little, widening her stance, and arched her back into his chest as she stared at the ceiling. She closed her eye and sank back, caught up in the magic touch of his fingers.

“Tanya?” his whisper was hoarse, and he pressed into her. It was the sweetest torture, the way his lips and tongue suckled her neck, his hand on her breast, his other hand sliding lower. She felt the pull of her zip as he yanked it all the way down, and then he gently slipped the dress down her shoulders, slowly peeling it off until it settled in a heap on the floor.

She stepped out of it, still facing the door dressed only in her underwear with his thumb poised on the hot skin of her bare stomach, while his fingers rested on the fabric of her panties.

“Please,” she murmured, knowing he could smell her arousal as strongly as she could feel his. She angled her mouth to the side, needing to taste his lips on hers once more. His tongue found hers at the moment his fingers dipped into her silk and they kissed with the reckless abandon of two people whose desire for one another now ignited dangerously out of control.

Knowing she was coming undone, she slowly turned to face him, reaching for his lips, as he grabbed her by the neck and kissed her hard, his need urgent. He took her by the hand and started to lead her to the bed.

She shook her head. “No, here,” she insisted, and turned towards the door. He slid her panties down, adjusted himself, and pushed into her, filling her completely until she screamed out in ecstasy.

Then almost cried with the release that freed her.

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