Page 62 of Her Tempting Traitor
“Gabby,” Cassian announced as her fingers curled around his lapels. “I have to tell ye something.”
“Good.” She yanked him into her room. “Afterwards.”
“After—?” was all he got out before she pulled his lips down to hers.
All Cassian’s good intentions went right out the door he kicked closed behind himself. When Gabby surged forward and he stumbled back against it, hefumbled for the lock, ensuring her brother—or his son—wouldn’t disturb them.
Because now she was in his arms, now that his mouth was on her skin…he could forget the rest of the world.
“Christ,” he groaned, lips against her jaw as he kissed his way toward her ear. “I’ve missed ye, Gabby.”
“It has been a mere—ooh, yes, right there,” she gasped, arching in his hold. “Mere hours. Surely you can manage—do that again!”
Cassian grinned as he gently tugged on her earlobe with his teeth, then caressed the sensitive spot behind it with his tongue.
“What did ye once tell me? That all creatures like to be scratched…here?”
Gabby’s breath huffed out in a sound halfway between a laugh and insult. “I toldGusthat.” Her arms moved languidly around his neck as she tipped her head to give him better access. “It was wicked indeed of you to eavesdrop.”
Cassian had learned much that day, and couldn’t manage to regret it. Still, he hummed as if in speculation as his mouth moved down her neck. “Perhaps…I am feeling…wicked…” When she chuckled, that low sound going straight to his already-throbbing cock, he nudged aside the beautiful silk robe she wore. “And judging from this…” He straightened to examine her. “Ye’re feeling wicked too.”
Her smile, and the sparkle in her eyes, told him exactly how wicked she was feeling.
With a hum, Gabby rocked her hips forward, pressing him against the door, and capturing his hard length against her pelvis. “I was hoping you would come, Cassian.”
“Hmm, that’s what she said.”
She chuckled and rotated her hips and arse again, grinding against him until he felt any resolve dissipating. He’d come here tonight to tell her…tell her…
Christ, tell her exactly how perfect she felt in his arms, how perfect she madehimfeel.
When he was with her, Cassian didn’t feel like a failure, didn’t feel like half a man. He felt…perfect.
With a groan, he wrapped his arms around her and lifted, pulling her flush against him, so their mouths could meet.
Their undressing was frantic, nothing at all like the reverence of last night. Gabby laughed when his trouser leg became stuck on the prosthetic, but since he was laughing as well—in joy, he knew—he didn’t feel the spike of shame he might have once dreaded.
“Keep it on,” Gabby murmured against his lips as she pulled him toward the bed. “You will need all of your leverage.”
Fook me.
The purple silk pooled around her as Cassian laid her back on the bed. She was a delicious spread of the finest treats, and he intended to enjoy every inch.
He kissed her.
He kissed hereverywhere.
Her throat, the inside of her arms, the underside of her breasts. He laved and rolled her nipples, loving the way she squirmed and bucked beneath him, even as his cock throbbed painfully. Doing his best to ignore it, ignore his own pleasure, he focused onhers.
Cassian trailed kisses down Gabby's stomach, his hands fluttering and roaming her curves, worshipping every inch of her. When his lips grazed the edge of her pubic bone, he felt her tremble.
“Cassian,” she gasped, unabashed with her fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on.
He grinned against her skin, inhaling her scent, musky and sweet. She remembered his tongue so fondly? Well, that was fair; he’d been in a state of semi-arousal all day just remembering how she’d squeezed him with her thighs that morning, riding his face without inhibition.
Gabby was bold enough to claim what she wanted, and he loved that about her.
Hell, he was certain he wasinlove with this remarkable woman.
