herself into? Talk about the kiddie pool. She’d just jumped into the deep end without knowing how to swim.
She’d known pleasure. She’d known passion. But it was like comparing a firecracker to a nuclear explosion. Angelique realized as soon as Gabriel started kissing her that she was way out of her league.
Now she was on her back on the ground with her pants down, Gabriel’s head between her thighs, and family within shouting distance.
And she couldn’t care less.
The pictures he’d drawn in her mind with that husky whisper were shocking. Scandalous. Had she ever wondered what it would be like, having someone watch her? Now it was all she could think of.
The fantasy was so strong she opened her eyes, sure she would find a man watching from the darkness. A man wanting to touch her. Wanting his tongue, instead of Gabriel’s, gliding along the lips of her sex, wanting to suck her clit while his fingers plunged deep inside her.
For an instant she thought she saw . . . and then her eyes blurred with pleasure. She was coming. So hard the power of it pulled her off the grass. Her back arched and her teeth bit into her hand to stop her screams.
But he was nowhere near done. Her skin was still tingling from her orgasm, every inch scalded by his touch, and a lightning storm of energy and passion zapped along her nerve endings as he silently demanded more with his mouth. His fingers. His tongue.
She could almost feel it. She was dizzy. Light-headed. It was the strangest sensation, as though he was consuming her down to her soul. Every bit of her being drawn into him. This was more than desire. More than lust. But whatever it was, she didn’t care right now. She just didn’t want it to end.
His tongue curled inside her sex, vibrating with his moan as though he loved the taste of her. Couldn’t get enough.
Her hands reached down to sift through his hair again, loving the softness of it, the velvet waves curling around her fingers—the only thing about Gabriel that wasn’t rough and hard. The only thing she had to hang on to as he brought her back to the edge of madness with a few firm thrusts of his fingers.
His other hand reached up to grip one of her wrists, tugging her hand out of his hair and guiding it to her breast. She looked down at his green eyes, dark and sparkling like jewels, his intent clear.
He wanted to watch as she touched herself.
Angelique licked her lips, unable to stop them from curving up. Her other hand lifted to join the first and she cupped the heavy globes of her breasts, presenting them to him like an offering.
He gently bit the sensitive flesh of her sex in approval, and she shivered.
She squeezed her nipples between her fingers, a tight twist that made her thighs quiver and his gaze narrow. She did it again. Yes . She liked that. Liked the zap of pain, the flash of pleasure that followed in a rush behind it.
He did, too. But she knew what he would like even more.
She pressed her breasts together and lifted her head off the grass, her tongue darting out to lick one nipple, then the other.
Gabriel lifted his mouth and growled. “Again.”
Angelique obeyed. She moaned in disappointment when he rose to his knees, leaving her wanting. She was so close to coming again. So close to falling over that cliff that was quickly becoming her addiction. But one look at his expression and she knew he wasn’t going anywhere. His fingers, still damp with her arousal, reached down to close over the brass button of his pants. The sound of his zipper sent a shudder through her. This was really happening. Right here. Right now.
Oh God.
“Oh—um—well, shit.”
The unfortunately familiar female voice sent Angelique and Gabriel scrambling away from each other. She cursed silently as her sluggish hands readjusted her blouse, covering her breasts.
Her jeans and the remnants of her thong were a bit more difficult of a proposition.
She looked up at Gabriel, thankful that he’d moved to stand
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