Page 53 of Her Tempting Traitor
She wantedhim.
How had he been so lucky?
This tempting woman, this bold, brilliant woman, had chosenhim. Had given herself tohim—her very first.
She was a terrible spy but definitely a detective, someone he should avoid. Except…if anyone in this world could help him out of his current dilemma, whowantedto help him…it would be Gabby.
Was it any wonder his chest throbbed in beat with his cock?
He wanted her, wanted more than just tonight with her.
Och, this morning.
Aye, the purple light filtering around the curtains told him dawn would be arriving soon. His lips curled. He knew just the way he wanted to wake Gabby.
Extricating himself slowly, Cassian rolled her onto her back, his lips unable to resist the lure of her skin. By the time he’d reached her glorious tits and those responsive nipples, she was already awake and squirming against his touch.
When his mouth found her curls, her fingers twined through his hair, holding him firmly in place.
And when he licked her for the first time? Gabby gasped his name, and he grinned against her swollen clitoris.
As before he made love to her slowly, gently. Sensuously, because that’s what a woman deserved. To beexplored. To be worshipped and revered.
How did he get so lucky?
Already knowing what she liked, Cassian curled his fingers inside her as he stroked, his tongue teasing her cleft and her clit. In such a short time he knew her, knew her body, knew her needs and desires.
And would obey.
“That’s it, love,” he whispered against her skin, pressing kisses to her inner thighs. “Let it go.”
Gabby was close, judging from the way her breathing had changed and how she squirmed and pulsed beneath him. His fingertips found the rough patch behind her clitoris as his lips closed around the bud of her pleasure…and when he sucked she stiffened, her inner muscles clamping around him as her thighs squeezed his head—and she came, hard, on his face.
“Cassian,” his woman whimpered, her body convulsingaround him as his tongue caressed her throbbing core. “Oh God, Cassian!”
He continued to reverentially lick her long after her spasms had subsided, until she tugged on his hair and he crawled up her body. Tugging the sheet with him. He loomed over her, bracing his weight on his palms as he licked her spend from his lips.
“Good morning, Miss Butcombe.”
Chuckling—Christ, she had the most arousing chuckle, didn’t she?—Gabby smacked his chest, then pulled him closer. He collapsed beside her, his cock pressed against her hip.
“Good morning,” she hummed, eyes closed as she stretched. “Do we need to do something aboutthat?”
He grinned. “Nay, this was about ye. I’ll be?—”
His words—whatever he would have said—bit off as the door was flung open.
“Father!” Gus bellowed, stomping into the room without knocking. “Father, are you ready for our ride?”
Cassian had frozen, half-blocking Gabby from his son’s sight. But he should have known it was hopeless—the lad was smarter than him.
In fact, he saw the precise moment Gus’s gaze landed on Gabby, saw the moment his own bright blue eyes widened, saw the moment his lips formed an embarrassed little “oh” of shocked understanding.
Or perhaps notembarrassed.
Because the next thing that happened was Gus smiling, his grin turning knowing—and more than a little conspiratorial—as his gaze flicked between them. “Oh. Good morning, Gabby.”
The lad’s unconscious echoing of his father’s words had Cassian sitting up in bed, grateful for the sheet that covered them, although Gabby lunged to keep the damned thing pulled up to her chin as she began to laugh.
