had before. His mouth was warm and wet and drove her completely out of her mind. Whatever embarrassment she’d felt was incinerated by the heat he generated deep within her desperately clenching body.
“Let it go for me,” he muttered against her throbbing flesh. His tongue swirled across her, and she lurched in shock as her entire body clenched and then exploded with an electric tingle that shot from her core to every extremity on a violent spasm of pleasure. What in the world was that? Holy cow. Was that what all the fuss was about? How—in her admittedly not that frequent sexual encounters over the years—had she missed that?
“Wow,” she gasped. “Do that again!”
Gabe laughed against her inner thigh. “My pleasure, ma’am.” His mouth closed on her again, and in mere seconds, her swollen flesh was tightening, the explosion building deep within her, growing, growing, until she cried out her release on a shudder of ecstasy that swept through her like chain lightning. She fell back against the leather, panting.
“Still with me?” Gabe asked against her belly.
“Coming back down to earth slowly,” she replied, more than a little dazed.
“Mmm. That’s how I like my women.”
“Boneless and stunned?”
“Stunned?” he questioned.
“I’ve never, umm, well, just wow,” she mumbled, abruptly embarrassed at how green she really was at this sex stuff.
“Never done that or never reacted like that?” he asked, lifting up on one elbow beside her to look down at her.
Her face exploded into fiery heat that could only be the mother of all blushes. “Neither,” she confessed.
“That was your first orgasm?” he exclaimed.
She squeezed her eyes shut in mortification. If possible, her face heated up a few more degrees Kelvin.
And then his mouth was on her forehead, kissing her face all over as his fingertips caressed her body lightly through the satin gown. “Wanna do it again?” he murmured against the corner of her mouth.
“Yes!” she blurted.
He laughed richly. “You women have all the luck. You get to have as many of those as you want until you fall unconscious of exhaustion.”
She couldn’t help but reply, “That sounds absolutely amazing.”
He laughed again. “Sex till complete exhaustion it is.”
He pushed up off the sofa and reached down for her hands, still plastered to the arm of his sofa. He lifted her to her feet, and she was shocked at how wobbly her legs were. His hands took bunches of satin at her hips and raised the gown up over her head, blatantly skimming his palms over her curves as he went.
He stepped back for a moment to stare at her standing there in just the thong. With a smile, he moved close once more to hook a finger under the lingerie and whisk it down her body, as well.
“Better,” he murmured. “The firelight looks even sexier than that dress on your skin.”
And with those words, he banished any shame or self-consciousness she might have been feeling. He was still wearing his tuxedo trousers, with a satin stripe down their sides, emphasizing the length and power of his thighs. She reached for his waistband and he grinned down at her as she hooked both pants and briefs and stripped them off him.
He was more than ready for her and she, too, stepped back to take a long look at him. The firelight made him look like a savage, strong and wild and untamed. And yet, he was beautiful, too. Someone ought to carve a statue of him and put it in a museum.
“You okay?” he murmured.
She gazed up into his eyes. “I’m fine. I keep telling you I feel perfectly safe with you.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t,” he muttered half under his breath.
“Why not?”
He looked over his shoulder into the fire before admitting, “Because of some of the things I want to do to you, Miss Merris.”
“Show me?”
His gaze snapped back to hers, blazing more brightly than the fire. “Are you sure?”
“You promised to make me go unconscious of exhaustion,” she reminded him.
Who knew a gaze so dark could burn so bright? It seared into her, promising exhaustion and more. He stepped forward, swept her into his arms, and burned the night down around her.
* * *
Willa woke to a weight across her middle. Even in sleep, Gabe had a possessive arm thrown across her, claiming her as his. She took in the morning light in his bedroom, which was as rustic and comfortable as the rest of the bungalow. Funny how this place was as much a part of Gabe as his high-tech condo