Page 61 of The Alpha's Stolen Mate

“This drink tastes like you, Summer. Exactly as you described.” He took another long sip. “Sweet, refreshing, and with a little kick to it.” He took another mouthful and finished off his drink. “On second thought, you taste better.”

“I-I do?”

My drink was shaking in my hands.

He grinned and set his empty cup down on the bar cart.

“I want you, Summer,” he said. “I want to lose myself in you.”

His confession made me gasp.

My panties grew wet with need at the lust-filled look in his eyes as they slowly trailed down the curves of my body.

I shivered.

Would my undeniable attraction for this man ever go away?

Did I want it to?

“I…”

I took a large sip of my drink to stall. Of course, I wanted Gabriel. But I wasn’t sure if I wanted to have a relationship with him. He had told me he wanted to be with me, to be a family with me and Grayson. Was it fair to sleep with him if I could only offer this one night?

Gabriel could see the indecision in my expression.

“I know I still need to earn back your trust before you can be in a relationship with me,” he said and stepped closer until we were near enough to kiss. “I understand and respect that. But I can tell that you want me just as badly as I want you.” Gabriel slowly raised his hand and put it under my chin.

That simple touch nearly undid me.

“Let’s just have this one night to lose ourselves in each other, and we can worry about the rest in the morning,” he murmured and rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip.

Well, if he knew what he was entering into…but what about contraception? With our complicated situation, we couldn’t risk it. Not again.

“I don’t have a condom,” I said.

“Me neither. But there’s a million ways I can make you feel good while only using my hands and my mouth.”

My stomach swooped with anticipation.

Him and his dirty mouth.

Our gazes met and his eyes held enough fiery passion to ignite all the books in this room.

Tangible energy pulsed between us.

Even though our Mating bond was broken, it seemed like it was tugging me toward Gabriel, begging me to surrender to temptation.

I drained the rest of my drink, slammed my cup down on the desk, and threw my arms around him.

Our lips met, and all hell broke loose.

Oh, wow.

This kiss was somehow even more frantic than last night’s. In no time, I was moaning into his mouth as our tongues battled for dominance. He tasted like lime, vodka, and a spicy flavor that was entirely his own.

I slipped my hands under his shirt and traced every hard line of his stomach muscles.

“That feels so good,” Gabriel groaned against my lips.

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