Page 31 of Her Tempting Traitor
Between them she could feel his hardness, pressed roughly against her hip, and unconsciously rocked her hips forward to cradle it, desperate to capture the pleasure zinging through her core.
His tongue swept into her mouth, worshipping, exploring, teaching. He tasted every corner, every hidden place, as ifit were a temptation to be savored, a dish he wanted to memorize.
Gabby's response to Cassian's expert kiss was instinctual, her body pressing even closer to his as her lips parted further, inviting him to deepen the connection. Her hands, clutching at his jacket, felt the firm muscles of his chest beneath the fabric and she marveled at the strength and heat emanating from him. His tongue tangled with hers in a dance that was both exploratory and possessive, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.
Oh, this was too much…
The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of desire and wonder. Between Gabby’s legs, her core pulsed with a surprising need. Not unknown—no, not at all. After all, she was a twenty-eight-year-old woman with a firm grasp of biology, reproduction, and desire. She’d most definitely experimented over the years, using her fingers, a few household objects, and a purloined copy ofA Harlot’s Guide to the Forbidden and Delightful Arts.
But she’d never been kissed.
Had never realized that a simple touching of mouths could evokethiskind of sensation.
And to think, all these years, she’d assumed the kisses her aunt and uncle shared were merely to demonstrate calm affection!
Was it possible their kisses had evokedthesekinds of feelings?
Why are you thinking of Rourke and Sophia when you should be focused onCassian?
She whimpered against his lips, and when the man growled again, shefeltit thrum throughout her body.
Cassian's grip on her tightened, his arm wrapping around her waist to pull her even closer, as if he couldn't get enough of her. The kiss became more intense, more urgent, each stroke of his tongue against hers stoking a fire within her that stole her breath.
She didn't want to break away, not even to breathe. Breathing was officially overrated. She wanted to stay lost in this moment, in the sensation of his lips against hers, his body pressed against her own?—
His hand in her hair shifted, fingers tangling in the strands and gently tugging, sending a rush of pleasure over her scalp. She could feel Cassian’s careful control, and wondered what she could do to break it, to urge himharder faster deeper.
She wanted this.
For the first time in her life, she wantedthis.
She wanted a man more than she wanted her career, her studies, her accolades. She wanted a man more than she wanted her next breath.
No, notaman.
Cassian.
The traitor.
But how could she consider that now? Not while he was so ravenously kissing her.
With a sudden, ragged gasp, Cassian broke the kiss and dropped his forehead to hers. His breathing was as laboredas she suspected hers was, and when he straightened to study her, her lips parted instinctively, tipping her head back, offering him more.
Cassian’s eyes were bright and intense, filled with a hunger that matched her own. He didn't let her go, instead keeping her close, his hands stroking her back as if to calm her. “Ye taste like sunshine and possibility,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “And ye ken how long it's been since I had either?”
Gabby's heart fluttered at the raw honesty in his voice. She could feel the truth of his words, the longing and the hope, and it resonated within her.
Deep within.
“I want…” she breathed.
“What, lass?” His voice was a rasp. “What do ye want.”
“More.” Gabby pressed up on her toes, reaching for his lips. “Please.”
For a moment, the muscles of his jaw and around his eyes tightened. “More of what?”
“You,” she breathed.
