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He might have looked a fool, but as soon as the words left her mouth he couldn’t have stopped the ridiculous grin that burst across his face to save his life.

“Are you sure?” His voice backlogged as his forehead found hers again.

Hope nodded, then smiled too, choking out a watery laugh, and in that moment their love was so alive and vivid he could imagine Hope painting it on a great big canvas.

She reached behind her, pulled the zipper of her dress down, lifted the straps off her shoulders and let the white silk fall to her feet.

“Make babies with me, Gabriel Walsh.”

His gaze dropped with the fabric, then rose again—taking her in, standing before him in a lacy white bra and a next-to-nothing white silk thong.

“Christ, you’re perfect,” he muttered. He gripped her hips, turning her abruptly, so she faced the mirror. “Look. Look how fucking gorgeous you are.” He ground his aching erection, thick and bulging in his pants, against her, relishing in the gasp that tore from her.

“Gabe!”

“That’s it,” he growled, hunger and need consuming him. He lifted her arms around his neck. “Say my namejust like thatwhen I make you come.”

He took in the sight of her in the mirror wearing nothing but a bra and thong, her arms raised and clutching the back of his neck. He ran his hand down her belly and under her panties. Delving his fingers into the depths of her core, he couldn’t suppress his groan of appreciation.

“I love how fucking ready you are for me,” he rumbled as he stroked her. “Tell me how that feels.”

“So good!” she gasped as she writhed against him. She squeezed her thighs against his fingers, increasing the friction, as needy whimpers and unintelligible pleas fell from her lips.

“Open,” he demanded, using his free hand to pull one thigh away from the other. “I want to see you spread out for me. And Hope…” He stilled his hands, savoring her moan of frustration. “Open your eyes too sweetheart.” When she kept them shut tight, he nipped her earlobe. “I want you to watch yourself come.”

Only after she obeyed and met his gaze in the mirror, did his fingers pick up rhythm again.

He trailed his left hand from breast to navel and watched as her glazed eyes followed his movement until they were trained to the spot where one hand was splayed low on her belly, and his right hand disappeared beneath her now dampened panties.

He licked the length of her neck up to her ear, then blew gently on the wetness he left behind, enjoying the feeling of her trembling with need against him.

“And I want you to watch while I fuck you with nothing between us.”

With a long moan, she bucked against his hand. “Yes.”

The sound of her desire-roughened voice turned him on beyond reason, and he worked his fingers mercilessly over her, while plunging two others inside her, rubbing her sensitive flesh, until she was panting his name like a litany. He growled in victory when her body tightened a second before she threw her head back against his shoulder and screamed her release to the ceiling.

She started to sag against him, but he bent her forward and wrapped her fingers around the cool, marble of the bathroom sink. He curled his fingers over hers to make sure she had a firm grip.

“Don’t let go,” he instructed, holding her sex-glazed gaze in the mirror. Then he stepped back only enough to divest himself of his clothes, letting out a groan of relief when he unzipped his pants and his desperate cock sprang free.

Finally naked, he unhooked Hope’s bra, catching her breasts as they fell into his hands. He rolled her nipples until she was mewling again in that way that drove him mad.

When she rocked her ass back against his throbbing length, he abandoned her breasts. He would be sure to worship them later, but right now, he needed to be inside her. He slid her thong down her legs, then gripped his erection and pressed it against her entrance.

She met his gaze in the mirror. The frenzied need in her eyes matched that beating through his own body.

“I need you now, Gabe,” she said, then pushed back against him, taking in his tip and breaking the last of his restraint.

With a rough grunt, he bucked into her with one hard thrust, and she cried out as the force of it launched her up on her tiptoes.

Oh God, she was tight and warm and everything about being with her was amazing.

“Please,” she begged, and he began to rock into her with an intensity that matched his sense of urgency. Soon they found their perfect rhythm, and the bathroom echoed with the sound of their heaving breaths and jumbled pleas.

Then he felt her inner muscles contract until she squeezed so tightly around him that the friction against his engorged flesh became overwhelmingly intense.

“Yes! Harder!”

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