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The choice was hers now.
And when she pushed herself away? When she stood up and stared down at him, her expression unreadable?
He had to fight to keep his disappointment from showing.
Her choice, man.
“But Cassian,” she said smoothly, looking down at him, her tone wicked. “I do not want you to kiss me.”
CHAPTER 9
Gabby was secretly delighted that she could read Cassian’s response. It was there in the way the muscles tightened around his eyes, and his lips thinned just slightly, although he’d never allow disappointment into his expression. She couldn’t help her little chuckle at how she’d tricked him, and watched as his brows twitched downward, betraying just the slightest confusion.
Allowing her smile to bloom, Gabby bent down, bracing her hands behind his shoulders, loving how he didn’t lean away from her.
“BecauseIwant to kissyou,” she whispered.
Slowly, one corner of Cassian’s lips inched—centimetered? Millimetered?—upward. She knew the moment he gave in, because his lips parted and his breath eased out as his hands found her waist.
“Never let it be said I dinnae give a lady what she wants,”Cassian murmured, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he tugged her closer.
This time, it was her lips which claimed his.
Her second kiss.
Was that it? Or should their time in the stables count for her second, ninth, forty-seventh kiss, because it lasted so long? How often had she wished they hadn’t been interrupted? How many times had she imagined his hands—hismouth—on her skin?
Now Gabby’s thighs squeezed together of their own accord, trying to capture the sweet sensation pulsing through her core as his tongue gently teased her. Her lips parted, welcoming in his soft forays—she matched him.
Cassian’s fingers flexed around her waist, as if he wanted to tug her closer, but hesitated.
Could he possibly doubt her interest in such a plan? Her interest inthis? Her interest inhim?
Because in this moment, she knew she was making the right decision.
Cassian Grey was a good man, and she trusted him enough to make him her first lover.
Gabby’s lips curled upward at the thought, the realization of where this night would end, and the noise he made at the movement sent shivers down her spine. Her hands moved to his neck, cupping his skin, her fingers tugging at his hair, and shefelthimshudder in need.
With a groan of surrender he pulled her down, and she went willingly. Gabby tugged up her skirt as she straddled him, her legs settling over his thighs, her arse resting nearhis knees. Her lips didn’t leave his skin and Cassian gave as good as he got, his hands skimming up her sides and down her arms.
They didn’t need words to communicate.
Slowly they undressed her, unwrapping each article of clothing as if it—shewere a gift.
Gabby delighted in finally—finally!—being allowed to touch his chest. All evening it had mocked her, with its tanned skin and wiry hair and puckered white scars. Now she could run her palms over his stomach, his chest, his shoulders…could see the way his nipples tightened under her touch, and could feel the way hers matched them.
And Cassian?
The way he sighed and murmured in awe as he slowly stripped her blouse from her, the way his fingers danced up her bare legs, the way he sucked in a reverent breath when he realized she wasn’t wearing a corset…he waseverything.
She felt powerful and desirable, straddling his lap like this, and he was doing nothing to change her mind.
“Christ, Gabby,” Cassian murmured, cupping her breasts, his callused thumbs brushing over her pebbled nipples. “I cannae…”
“Yes, you can,” she urged him, leaning closer to claim his mouth again, her own hands roaming over his bare skin.
Without stockings, without drawers, surely he could feel how wet she was already?
