Page 50 of Her Tempting Traitor
Gabby rocked against him, wondering if she was spreading her desire across his dark trousers. Each brushof that delicious hardness against her swollen clitoris made her whimper, made her want to reach between them to unleash him, made her want to wrap her fingers around his cock and push it against her welcoming wetness.
Cassian’s mouth moved down her throat to her breasts, and—well. Time went a little wonky for a while.
It were as though she were floating on a cloud. A cloud of desire, each touch and each lick sending her higher and higher. This wasn’t desperation; this was slow and calculated. Asoftseduction, and Gabby adored it.
And then…
And then…
Cassian’s fingers slid up her thigh, pushing aside the remains of her skirt, and Gabby felt her breathing stutter. He paused and pulled his mouth away from her breast, his gaze shifting to her face.
Without having to speak, she knew he was asking after her feelings, checking to see if she was comfortable with this intimate touch…and she loved that. With a smile, she tightened her hold on his neck and rocked her hips forward, showing him—without words—that she did not only welcome his touch, but she craved it.
Cassian’s gaze stayed on her as his fingers reached her core, spread open for him as she straddled him. The first touch of his fingertips along her cleft had them both sucking in a breath.
“So wet,” he murmured almost in wonder. “For me?”
Gabby suspected she might have whimpered again, herhips grinding forward, needing more, determined to take more?—
“Such a good lass, kenning what ye like.” His teasing blue eyes held hers as his fingers slowly slid inside her. “So wet, so ready. Ye want to come, aye?”
“Yes,” she repeated, beyond aroused, already rocking on his hand.
But he wasn’t going to give her control.
Two of his fingers slid into her, curling upward and forward, the tips strokinginsideher as his thumb gently toyed with her clitoris. Each brush sent her higher and higher, but even more remarkable was the way Cassianwatchedher.
He held her gaze, watching not her body but hereyes, looking for indication she liked what he was doing.
Wanting to learn.
Willing to be taught.
And dearLord, she liked what he was doing. Likedhim. Liked the way he was studying her.
“Cassian,” she breathed, tugging his hair. “I need…”
“Aye, lass, I ken it.”
Still holding her gaze he continued to stroke her softly as he hefted her breast, capturing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger…and he rolled it tightly.
With a sudden gasp Gabby came, her inner muscles tightening around him as her body exploded, the first time with another—a peak she had never reached, a climax she had never known.
And because she was looking right at him, she saw the proud way his lips curled upward as she came apart on his hand.
“Fooking magnificent,” he whispered, still stroking her, guiding her through the pleasure. “So beautiful, Gabby. Just like that, love. Take all you want.”
In too short a time her pleasure had diminished, but not her need. His fingers were still inside her, his movements lazy, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure.
It wasn’t enough.
When he began to pull his hand away from her core she stopped him, dropping her hand to the hard length in his trousers. “I want to touch you, Cassian.”
“Lass, I dinnae think?—”
“Please? That was not enough.”
Something flared in his eyes, something possessive and proud.
