Page 70 of In Search of a Husband
She peeked up at him, laughing a little herself. Her nerves were shaky, or perhaps her body, and she didn’t want to lose whatever was driving her forward. This new sense of… someone or something.
“I trust you, Gabriel. Take all the time you need, but you must be rid of your trousers. I need to feel you…”
He cupped her chin and drew her mouth up to his, sipping at her lips until she was dizzy with need.
“Ye were saying?”
She pushed against his solid chest, teasing. Only his strong arms wrapped around her, and she was certain she forgot for a moment all her objections against the male sex. She pushed once more, satisfied when he fell back against the large pillows.
He pulled down his trousers and smalls, and she froze, gazingdown at him and his beautiful, thick cock, which he took in hand and stroked slowly. A man possessed, indeed.
When she had first stepped into the inn, she had discerned him as cold but beautiful. But that couldn’t have been more incorrect.
Gabriel was kindness and warmth. He was safety and…
Home.
“Hold on to the headboard,” he whispered roughly as she straddled him.
And she was about to ask why before he hauled upward, and she sat with his face below her, tasting her with his tongue. She gripped the headboard, and shut her eyes, losing herself to the tide of warmth washing over her.
Each stroke of his tongue brought her closer to that invisible edge until she rocked her hips, greedy, wishing for that release.
“That’s it,” he said, pressing his fingers into her hips. “I want ye to fall apart for me.”
He quickened his pace, and that was all she needed. Lights exploded before her eyes, and it was as if she were flying from the pleasure washing over her. She panted, resting her forehead against the headboard as she came back into herself.
Gabriel neatly hauled her down and flipped her over as she stared up at him, breathless.
“Magnificent, lass. That’s what ye are. Do ye understand yet? Do ye see what ye do to me?”
She scrunched her nose, fighting back a giggle before he growled and ducked down, slowly licking around her nipple and drawing in the achy bud into his mouth.
“I do,” she whispered in surrender. “Only if you kiss me now.”
He was slow in his attention, first sucking on her other breast before his mouth claimed hers, and he moved over her, nudging her thighs apart with his knee.
“Breathe,” he whispered, his voice breaking.
She felt him push against her entrance, then slowly the warm heat of him as he seated himself inside her channel.
Kate moaned, arching her back at the feel of him pushing inside her, deep, until there was no longer a space between them.
A slight ache radiated between her legs, and she closed her eyes to stem her tears. She felt full and needy, desperate for him to move inside of her.
“Easy now,” he whispered against her temple. He pressed a soft kiss there and groaned. “Ye feel…”
She chuckled, understanding perfectly what he was trying to say and only being met with the need for a word that didn’t exist.
She gripped his shoulder and placed another hand over his heart. Beneath her touch, it drummed, skipping as she struggled to control her breath and relax into the pain.
“No’ yet, darlin’. Wait. I dinna want to hurt ye.”
But the discomfort faded, and she was only left hungry for more. Kate slid her hands over his shoulders, digging her heels against the back of his thighs, and rocked her hips against his. This was… he was…
She swallowed back a moan, staring up at the ceiling a moment before he drove his hips against her core. It was the perfect amount of pressure, and the warmth began to spread through her body.
“Please,” she begged, “please, Gabe.”
