Page 60 of The Pretender

“Gabby.” He put his palms on the sides of her head and pushed her hair back. “I’m going to make you beg.”

That was exactly what she wanted. “Get to it.”

He lifted up just long enough to push his shirt the rest of the way up and off. He flipped their bodies before the material hit the floor. One second she stared down at him; now he hovered over her. His heat seeped into her. His energy melted into hers. The wild frenzy of hands and stripping and clothes hitting the floor came next.

With her shirt and bra off, he brought his chest down against her. The sensation ripped through her. She couldn’t touch him enough or get him undressed fast enough. Her hands hit against his as he tried to unzip his pants. He got it partway down and she took care of the rest. She’d use her teeth if she had to.

Just when she resolved to do just that, he sat up. He rose over her, straddling her. His hand spanned her stomach. He stared at her pale skin against the tan of his. Once again she wanted to know who he really was and where he’d been. That skin tone. Who’d given it to him? The woman whose choices shaped him. The countries he’d seen. She didn’t have the breath to ask, but what little air she had managed to drag into her lungs rushed out again when his hand traveled lower.

Without a word he unfastened her pants. Slipped one button after the other out of their holes. Dragged the material down with one tug. She wanted to help him kick off her shoes, but she couldn’t spare the energy. Her breathing stayed shallow and her gaze followed those expert fingers as he did all the work.

One shoe thudded against the floor. Then the other. He threw the pants off the bed. When he leaned down she held her breath, not sure what he planned next. The top of his pants hung open and his bulge pushed against the briefs underneath. She was about to reach out and caress him when his eyes met hers. Heat simmered between them. That same attraction that had sparked between them the minute she saw him shot off the charts.

She wanted him. Not just here. Not just for a day or two. She wanted to get to know him. To have the right to touch him whenever she felt the need.

She couldn’t say the words. Even having the thoughts sent a spike into the moment. She blinked, trying to figure out when pure sex had morphed into something deeper. But before the panic could take hold he kissed her through her underwear. Rubbed his cheek against her then fixed his mouth to her. Pushed her legs up and open and dropped down between them.

His fingers slipped under the elastic band of her underwear. Kept going until the tips skimmed over her. The brushing, back and forth, had her hips lifting off the bed. Her head flipped from side to side on the comforter as his hand traveled under the silky cloth. She heard a ripping sound but it barely registered. When his mouth touched her bare skin, she seriously thought about never wearing underwear again.

She said his name on a soft moan. “God, Harris. Yes.”

His fingers danced over her and his tongue swept inside her. She had no idea where her clothes went and didn’t care. This moment was about him and her and how much they needed to come together.

Looking down the bed, she glimpsed his dark hair on the top of his head. Saw him concentrate on pleasuring her, and she wanted to return that feeling. Slowly, she closed her legs, brought her thighs tight against the sides of his head, and her hand reached down. She grabbed a handful of hair and gave a little tug.

He looked up. Her wetness clung to his full lips.

He really was the sexiest man she’d ever seen. Attractive in way that men and women would notice. Sleek and comfortable in his own skin. Alive with energy and wild when his clothes came off.

“Get on your back.” She heard her rough voice give the order.

For a second he lay there... then he smiled. That sexy grin lit up his face as he crawled over her body. This was not a subtle climb either. No, he brushed his chest over hers. Slid a knee up her inner thigh. This was a takeover in the best sense of the word. He let her lead, but he made it clear this was what they both wanted.

And she couldn’t wait another second.

She waited until he was eye level with her then she pushed him on his back. Getting him there didn’t take much effort. Keeping him there took none. But he wasn’t the submissive type. His hands found her breasts and he teased and caressed them. His fingers circled her nipples as she reached over for a condom.

He’d skipped putting the box in the drawer. It was out on the table now, and she was grateful. She didn’t need one more distraction. The man under her proved interesting enough.

Taking his hand, she guided it down her body. Straight to the center of her again. He didn’t need a lesson in this. A finger slipped inside her. Went deep before plunging in and out. It only took a second for her hips to match the rhythm.

She wanted to drop her head back and let the sensations pulse through her. But she wanted something else more. Her hands wandered over his thighs. She rubbed her palms up and down his legs until he couldn’t stop moving them. She circled and tempted but never touched the one place that strained for her.

“Damn, Gabby. Do it.” He growled out the order.

That made her want to tease him even more. Her fingertips drifted over him, skimming the hair on his legs then dropping between them. When they traveled back to his stomach, he grabbed her wrist. The hold didn’t hurt. It wasn’t even that insistent.

She was able to break it without trouble and flatten her palm low on his pelvis. “Who’s begging now?”

“You sure you want to play this game?” He asked the question through harsh pants.

She could not think of a more inviting thing. He didn’t think about surrendering. She doubted the word ever entered his mind. But he did want to play.

“I want you inside me.” Her mind couldn’t think about anything else.

Need flashed in his eyes. “Put me there.”

She patted the bed, searching for the condom. Moved the comforter to the side. Lifted up a bit on her knees, sure it had slipped underneath her. When she glanced at him again, he held the packet between two fingers.

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