Page 37 of Bound by Their Christmas Baby

‘I don’t want you to just look at me,’ she said boldly.

His laugh was hoarse. ‘That’s just as well.’

He ran his hands over her back, his fingertips gliding trails of goosebumps over her skin.

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‘You are too beautiful for your own good,’ he groaned. His mouth came down on her breast, taking a nipple deep in his mouth, rolling it with his tongue, teasing it between his teeth so that shards of pleasure and pain shot through her body like little lightning bolts. His fingers toyed with her other breast, his palm wrapping around her, holding her weight, his thumb and forefinger rubbing over her nipple until she was crying out, moaning his name over and over again.

‘You want me?’ he asked, something grim in the question.

‘Yes.’ She wasn’t afraid to admit that; she was afraid of what would happen if she didn’t. She was afraid of this coming to an end when she needed Gabe, in that moment, more than she’d ever needed anything from anyone.

‘Good,’ he growled. ‘Because I intend to make your body so desperate for mine that you cannot go a day without feeling me inside of you.’

She gasped at the promise, excitement flooding her veins.

‘I thought you didn’t want to touch me.’

‘Apparently, I was wrong,’ he admitted, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. His arousal was so hard and so close to her that she tried to push down, to take him deep inside her but he made a tsking noise. ‘Be patient, tempesta.’

He placed her on the bed, his kiss pushing her back so that his weight was on top of her. He disappeared, but only for a moment, and when he returned it was with a foil square in his hands. He sheathed himself and she held her breath, needing so desperately to feel him.

‘Is this what you want?’ he asked, pressing his arousal to her womanhood gently, teasing, so that she nodded, her brow fevered, her eyes hungry.

‘Say please,’ he commanded.

‘Please,’ she whimpered, arching her back.

‘Tell me again that I am the only man you’ve slept with,’ he demanded, pushing himself a little deeper inside her, so that she groaned softly.

‘Yes, yes.’ She lifted her hands over her head.

He pulled out completely. ‘Say it.’

Her eyes jerked open but she nodded. ‘I haven’t been with anyone since you.’

His smile was grim but he gave her what she needed, thrusting deeper into her feminine core. Still not deep enough, but she let out a low, soft moan as pleasure rippled through her.

Her fingernails dug deep into his back, scoring his shoulders as she lifted her legs, needing to wrap around his waist, to hold him closer, but he caught her knees and held her apart, kept her at a distance, his control and mastery of her body absolute.

‘Please,’ she cried out, desperate for release, for pleasure, for Gabe.

He dropped his mouth to her breast and flicked her nipple with his tongue, then ran his mouth down her body, over her flat stomach, across the dip of her navel and the apex of her thighs.

She gasped when his mouth connected with her most intimate flesh. ‘Has a man ever touched you here?’

She whimpered and shook her head, digging her fingernails into the bed sheets.

His tongue ran across her seam and perspiration dampened her brow, her nipples pushed hard into the air, her whole body covered in goosebumps.

‘I’ve changed my mind,’ he said against her, his fingers running over her hips, finding her thighs and spreading them, giving him greater access.

‘What about?’ The question was panted, the words husky.

‘I want you in my bed every night. Like this. Begging for me.’

She arched her back, her brain unable to engage and function, her mind non-existent.

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