Page 53 of Absinthe Minded

He licked the hollow behind my ear. “Trying to turn you on…”

I shivered and reached back to caress his hip. “It’s working.”

“Good.”

He felt as good as I’d remembered. In fact, he seemed to recall exactly how I liked to be touched and where.

Gabe tugged my sweats. “Take these off.”

I hesitated, and he pinched my nipple hard enough to elicit a yelp.

“Get out of your head.”

I slid my pants and boy shorts over my hips and kicked them off. I tried to turn to face him, but he held me in place.

“Not yet.”

Before I could protest, he distracted me by tracing slow circles down, down, down my body until he’d zeroed in on his target. One touch and I forgot how to breathe, two more and I thought I’d spontaneously combust.

“Like that, baby?”

“God, yes.” I arched my back and wiggled hoping he’d take the hint. “But I need more.”

He released my breast and turned my face toward his. “You’re so beautiful.”

I parted my lips, and he wasted no time in claiming my mouth. The awkward position made the kiss seem more erotic—our tongues struggling in the space between us. I tried to turn in his arms, but he broke the kiss and tightened his grip.

The pressure built inside me, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came. At lease I hoped it wouldn’t. It had been forever since I’d done this with another person. Four years since he’d turned me into a puddle. My belly trembled against his forearm.So close, so damned close.

He switched from circles to firm strokes, and my knees threatened to give out. “Let go, baby.”

“I can’t.” I hated the desperation in my voice, but I knew my body. The pleasure hung on the line between bliss and pain—too sensitive, too intense, too everything for me to let go.

Gabe turned me to face him and walked me backward to the bed. His gaze fixed on mine; he yanked his boxers down.

I wanted to tell him I’d missed him, that I’d thought about this, about him, about us, but he pressed a finger to my lips.

“If you talk, you’ll think, and you’ll second guess yourself.”

Grinning, I ran my tongue around the tip of his finger.

“Mags…” He slid his hands under my thighs. Bending me in two, he pressed his cock against my entrance. “Is this what you want?”

I nodded.

Cursing under his breath, Gabe released my legs. “Do you have a condom?”

Rather than speaking, I pointed toward the nightstand drawer.

“Good girl.” He rewarded me with a grin. The man enjoyed taking charge in the bedroom as much as I enjoyed surrendering.

A moment later, he poised himself over me again. This time he wasted no time asking questions. He drew both my thighs up and buried himself inside me in one quick stroke.

I saw stars; pleasure and pain mixed together into a strong cocktail that left me intoxicated.

Still sheathed inside me, he whispered, “More?”

I closed my eyes. “Yes.”

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