Page 69 of In Search of a Husband
“Like this,” she said, pulling on the strings.
He brought her up to her knees and lifted the short stays above her head, then her chemise. She knelt before him and reached back, unpinning her hair, never once looking away.
“Kiss me, please,” she whispered. “Touch me, Gabe, and claim me as yours.”
“For tonight?”
“Yes.”
For always.
Too late for that. There was no need to complicate matters.
He gripped her hips and spun her around on top of the soft mattress, spinning her toward the mirror on the wall. She gazed upon herself, naked and on her knees with Gabriel behind her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and used the other to brush aside her hair.
“Look how gorgeous ye are, lass,” he whispered against her ear. “Nae, dinna look away. Watch. I want ye to see what I see.”
He nipped at the sensitive skin on her neck with his teeth, then wiped the pain away with a wicked sweep of his tongue. “I’m goin’ to touch that lovely quim of yers. I am a man possessed, Kate. I can’t rid ye from my mind. I dream of the sounds ye make with that sweet mouth of yers.”
He slowly brought his hand down from her waist and trailed his fingers across her upper thighs until he brushed his palm against the black curls of her quim.
“There, now,” he said, pinning her as she stared at their reflection in the mirror. “Do ye see it,mo leannan? Do ye see what ye do to me? Can ye feel it?”
He pressed his hips against her back, and she felt his erection. “That’s only for ye. That’s what ye do to me.”
A shiver of anticipation chased up her spine. The cool air in the room was a balm for her skin.
“It’ll be near impossible, but I plan to take this slow. To leave ye pantin’ my name, lass. I’ve no mind to rush.”
She tilted her head back and found his lips, kissing him as he slipped his fingers between her legs. She was wet for him, ready. Ready for what, she didn’t know exactly, but she knew there was more after their time in the cabin and wished for it now. Not later.
She bucked her hips back against him, moaning at the deep growl in his throat.
“Ye’re a menace, Kate. And ye’re impatient.”
He rubbed slow, rough circles against her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure over her body.
“Do ye see how magnificent ye are?”
She felt powerful and cared for, and so achingly…
As if reading her mind, he slipped two fingers inside of her channel and then slowly back out. She wished for him to fill her up, knew it in her bones that she needed him inside of her.
“My bonnie girl,” he hoarsely whispered over her skin. It was a ghost touch, something meant to taunt her and draw her to the brink of madness. This pleasure in her body, there could not be more, surely.
This was…
“I’ll teach ye what it means to be taken, love. I’ll show ye what a true man does, no’ some damn rake too busy with his own cock to care about a woman’s body. Do ye want that?”
“Yes, please, Gabriel.”
She brought her own hand to cover his, guiding him to touch her and catching her reflection in the mirror.
“Ye’re safe with me. Do ye trust me?”
“Dear God, if you continue speaking,” she muttered. Kate swatted away his arms and spun, tugging at the buttons fastening his fall. “Give a girl a hand, will you?”
His laugh was a warm, rough rumble, and he slipped each free. “Bluidy impatient.”
