any good lawyer would.
But the other, more primal, side of him wanted to bury himself inside her. Get lost in Jane. Drown in the pleasure that he had only been able to find with her and no other woman.
He got down on the bear skin rug with her, pressing a kiss to her soft mouth.
When she came up for air, Jane said, “I want you on the rug.”
Gabriel arched an eyebrow in response. “Oh yeah?”
“I want to be on top this time.”
“Can’t say no to that,” he said with a laugh as he stretched out on the fur.
She moved to straddle him, their eyes meeting as she leaned forward to grip his shoulders. A wildfire blazed in her dark eyes, turning them brighter than the flames in the fireplace.
Lust overtook his senses and he reached out to seize her hips firmly, his fingertips digging into her supple flesh. Looking up at her like this was one hell of a view. Her hair fanned all around her, stopping right above her nipples. Suddenly she started to lick her lips, her tongue running over her pink mouth. Making those full, sensuous lips glisten.
If he didn’t have her soon, he was going to explode. “Jane, you’re killing me here.”
“Patience,” she said, her voice a seductive purr.
A soft, satisfied sigh escaped her and she took the aching, throbbing length of him into her tight, slick heat.
Pleasure jolted through him, making him groan through gritted teeth. All of the pent-up tension from the past several days of hell started to ripple outward. Faded away as the pleasure took over. Jane was the sole reason he had survived this. The only reason he had wanted to survive. Getting through his with her had given him meaning and purpose for the first time in years.
Jane rocked against him, intensifying the pleasure as she moved. Her pace was steady. A rhythmic swivel of her hips.
“Damn, you’re so beautiful,” he choked out.
She moaned, riding him with abandon as she tossed her head back. Her speed of her pace increased and he sensed her giving in to the pleasure. Letting go of her fear to take whatever she wanted. And did it ever feel good.
They were both searching for release with each other. Both desperate to grab hold of life again and never let it go. And while life was what he’d gained, it was Jane he had fought for. It was Jane he wanted.
Suddenly she clenched around him, the pleasure gripping him so tightly that he knew nothing else. Only her. All he felt now was the sensation of being inside her tight, wet heat. The pressure of her thighs squeezing against him as her own pleasure rocked through her.
His climax tore through him, hard and fast. Her breathless cries signaled her own release and she collapsed on top of him, her body shuddering.
They lay on the fur together, with Gabriel holding her tightly to him until they both fell asleep.
When he woke up it was early morning, the weakest rays of the sun streaming in through the window. They had made it through the night.
He leaned over to kiss Jane’s forehead before getting up to take a shower and get dressed. Then he checked his phone. Wi-Fi was back. There were at least a dozen messages from his client and a lawyer from Otto’s legal firm. The lawyer had gotten wind of the tragedy and was taking over the castle inheritance case. After reading through the messages, he realized he had no choice but to call his client.
He dialed Kyle’s number and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “Mr. Westen, are you available?”
“Yes I am, Mr. Ross,” Kyle murmured. “Got a call from a German lawyer a few hours ago. The story is starting to make it into American media. This is crazy. Are you hurt in any way?”
“I’m fine,” Gabriel said, keeping his voice low so he didn’t wake Jane. She looked so beautiful, her naked body covered in nothing but a bear skin. There was something incredibly erotic about the sight.
“Sorry to hear about the castle’s original lawyer,” Kyle said. “Gruesome business all around. Look, I appreciate the call, but I’m not liking the terms I’m seeing from this new lawyer. This fifty-percent deal isn’t going to work for me.”
“I know you want all the shares of the castle, but you and Jane Westen have an equal claim,” Gabriel said, trying to stay focused.
Jane stirred from her place on the bear rug and