you.”
“Can’t?”
A quick shake of her head. “It’s…classified.”
He narrowed his gaze on her face but it was a mask. Owen knew
that after she’d graduated college she’d gone to work for the government. He’d
tried to glean bits of information about her over the years, but it had been
scarce. Years ago he’d even called in a favor to a friend who worked for the
state department to run a check on her but his friend had come up with nothing.
Or at least that’s what he’d told Owen. Now he wondered if that was even true.
“Who do you work for?”
She bit her bottom lip for a long moment then shook her head,
her expression apologetic. “I can’t tell you.”
Fine. He could live with that for now. “Is whoever shot you
dead?” It made him crazy that anyone would harm her like that.
Gabriela nodded as she whispered, “Yes.”
This conversation wasn’t over, but he didn’t want to dwell on
whatever job she had that obviously put her in danger. He wanted to savor her.
Talking could come later. “Good,” he growled before slowly covering her mouth
with his. He gave her plenty of time to back away, to tell him to stop.
She didn’t. Her hands slid up his chest, stroking so softly
against him until he moaned from the sheer pleasure of having her touching his
body. When her fingers dug into his skin he began nibbling his way down to her
jaw.
Stretched out beneath him, Gabriela shuddered when he nipped
her ear. Pulling lightly, he tugged on the sensitive lobe. When he pressed his
teeth down, she arched her back, rubbing her breasts against his chest and it
was almost an overload to his senses.
The feel of having those rock-hard nipples brushing his body
sent a wave of heat spiraling through him. His fantasies of her over the years
had never dimmed. No matter how hard he tried to forget about her.
Having her underneath him like this now was better than
anything he could imagine. Reaching between them, he slid his hand down her
stomach until he cupped her mound. Even with the lacy scrap of material covering
her, he could feel her scorching heat.
As he pushed her panties to the side and slid a finger into her
tight wet heat, he continued blazing a path of kisses down the column of her
neck. Her fingers threaded through his hair as she gripped onto his head. She
kept letting out soft moans that were driving him crazy.
When he reached one of her breasts, he hovered there for a
moment, drinking her in. Her areola was light brown, almost blending with her
tanned skin.
Before taking her nipple in his mouth he gently rubbed a thumb
over it, watching as it hardened even more. Her inner walls tightened around the
finger he had buried inside her. “I’ve thought about you a lot over the years.
Fantasized about doing this,” he breathed against her hot skin.
Her hands tightened on his head. “Me, too. Even when I wanted
to hate you I could never get you out of my head.” The words seemed to be ripped
from her core.
Looking up at her, he saw the raw need in her dark eyes. With
their gazes locked, he drew his finger out of her then slowly pushed back in.
She sucked in a breath and rolled her hips against his hand. As he pulled out
again, he added another finger. Her body was tight around him and it took all
his restraint not to pull his fingers out and plunge into her with his cock. But
she wasn’t ready and neither was he.
Using her wetness, he drew his fingers out and gently began
teasing her clit. She jerked against him, her breathing becoming more erratic.
Savoring her body’s reaction, he dipped his head down and sucked a nipple into
his mouth.
As he flicked and teased the small bud with his tongue, he
increased the pressure with his fingers. When they’d been sixteen and seventeen
and had first started exploring each other’s bodies they’d never gotten this
far. Not even remotely. There had been a lot of kissing and a lot of
over-the-clothes groping. Of course he’d wanted more, but she