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‘Lift up to me,’ he said. His voice was rough and raw. Hand slipping under her backside as she tilted her pelvis and he slid deep inside.
He stilled. So did she. There was no pain, only pressure. A fullness. Their gazes clashed. She’d give everything to know what he was thinking, then he began to move and feeling took over.
‘Do what’s natural,’ he said. ‘Move. Lie there. Change position. Whatever gives you the most pleasure.’
Pleasure? She didn’t know where to start. In this moment she felt complete. As though a huge part of her had been missing and she’d just found the last puzzle piece. She placed her hands on his muscular backside, relishing the way he flexed and tensed as he moved inside her. With each thrust building and building to a cataclysmic conclusion. She’d thought that her last orgasm had ruined her. This? She feared it would be world-ending. She was so open, vulnerable. The way they were joined was unlike anything she’d dreamed. He kissed her, lush and deep. Tongues moving in time to their own unique rhythm. Losing themselves till Lena was nothing but a mass of nerve endings pulsing with the anticipated pleasure of release. Then a burn started deep inside. Curling, twisting, tighter, as she raced towards the inevitability.
‘Lena, I’m going to…’
Gabe’s voice drifted off as their movements changed. Harder. Faster, as if running a race. Then less co-ordinated.
‘Gabe!’
He moaned. ‘You’ve ended me.’ Thrusting into her one last time before stilling.
Something inside her snapped free. The ecstasy of letting go. Being cut adrift. Lena held on to Gabe tight as she fell and fell. Knowing that nothing would ever be the same again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lena awoke tothe first sounds of birdsong. She snuggled into the warmth of the bed, wondering why she was awake so early. The sun hadn’t yet risen, everything lay dark outside. She should still be fast asleep, after a night of lovemaking with Gabe. Perhaps it was that they’d planned to wake earlier than normal, so she could leave for her own room without being seen, though she still had plenty of time before the house began to stir.
Her phone pinged with a message. That had to be the reason. Usually she turned off her alerts at night so she wouldn’t be disturbed. She’d forgotten last night, because she’d been otherwise…occupied. Lena smiled. Heat drizzled over her at the memories, like being immersed in a warm bath. The all-consuming pleasure she’d experienced. How she’d felt seen, desired,wanted. Gabriel stirred beside her, rolled over, still asleep. Even in the darkness of early morning his face was peaceful, hair flopped over his forehead in a boyish kind of way.
She grabbed her phone and turned the volume down so as not to wake him. Checked the time and almost groaned. Four. Ugh. Not fair. Another alert came in. Silent this time. That was unusual. After their conversation yesterday, she was worried it was her mother or brother. She opened her notifications and saw a stream of them.
Her heart picked up its beat. She swallowed. What was wrong? She went to the texts first. None from her mother, thankgoodness. That was a problem for another day. But there were a few from Gabe’s private secretary, Henri.
Have you looked at your post?
Did he mean the video? And why would he be awake now after hitting the clubs last night? Of course, he’d looked as though he’d wanted to party. Maybe he wasstillout? It didn’t matter now.
She decided she’d check the alerts she’d set up for Gabe first, opening her email. A number of newspaper headlines popped up. Lena began to read.
‘Oh,’ she said softly.
Gabriel stirred again, and his eyes blinked open. When he saw her awake he gave her a wicked smile, full of intent, that made her toes curl.
‘Good morning,’ he murmured, his voice gravelly and rough. ‘Why are you awake?’
‘Forgot to turn off my phone notifications and they’ve been…something.’
‘Problem?’
‘No… I don’t think so.’
‘Then what is it?’ he pressed.
‘Oh, just Henri getting in touch with me…’
He snorted. ‘Your job never sleeps. Neither do you, apparently. I obviously didn’t do my own job well enough last night.’
‘You did a superlative job last night.’
Gabriel settled his hand on her leg. His fingers tracing a distracting circle on her inner thigh.
‘Then why are you looking at your phone right now?’
‘Henri suggested it might be a good idea.’
