lit his eyes. His muscled arm snaked around my waist, holding me. With a slowness that drove me utterly mad, he leaned me back into the bed and covered my body with his.
“I’ve been waiting almost a year for this,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses to my jawline, then lower to my throat. The rub of his whiskers against my sensitive skin was highly erotic.
He lifted his head, our breaths mingled. Those eyes practically glowed with a sensual hunger that made me nervous and excited all at once. When he molded his mouth to mine and kissed me with the thoroughness of lovers who had been torn apart for years, the sweetness of it all astounded me. This soft, slow kiss wasn’t him, was it? I stilled underneath him, savoring the feel of his velvet tongue delving into my mouth.
Then he shifted, the length of his arousal pressing almost painfully between my thighs, and any gentleness fled. I wrapped my arms around him, my fingernails digging into the linen shirt stretched across his back.
No. I would not believe he cared. He only wanted to ease the ache, as did I. I shifted underneath him, lifting my hips and pressing myself against his hard cock. My body ached for him. Wanted him deep inside, filling me.
“Open for me,” he murmured against my lips.
I parted my thighs and he settled between them, his cock throbbing at my core. The bodice of my dress was tugged down, exposing my breasts. Breasts larger than when we’d first tupped. Did he notice the changes in my body? Did he approve? Or did he not care? Was one woman just as good as the next?
“God, I missed your body.”
It was exactly what I needed to hear. He didn’t miss me. Didn’t miss our relationship. He only wanted my body. And at the moment, I only wanted his. Merely two people who needed to find release.
“You’re…you’re engaged,” I muttered, making a half-hearted attempt to put an end to this madness. “We shouldn’t.”
“I am no longer.”
His words should have surprised me, but I was too far gone to care. There was no reason, none, that we shouldn’t be doing this. We both wanted each other, we were both desperate. He covered a breast with his mouth. When his tongue wrapped around my hardened nipple, I almost came.
It had been so long. So damn long.
Pregnancy and birth had made my body sensitive and hungry in a way I’d never expected. The house could have caught fire and I wouldn’t have left the bed. Desperate, I slid my fingers through his hair as his lips pressed to the valley between my breasts.
“Tell me you’ve missed this,” he whispered against my belly. “Tell me these months you’ve dreamt about me entering you, filling you completely.”
I whimpered in response, squirming underneath him. I’d go mad if he didn’t touch me soon. The need I had for this man shook me to my core. I could not deny that I wanted him, only him, when no other man had tempted me so.
He pushed up my skirts, and jerked on my drawers, pulling them down my legs. “Tell me Ginny, or I’ll leave right now.”
For one long, heated moment he stared deeply into my eyes. The determined glint in his gaze told me he did not jest. He truly would leave me here, aching and frantic just to win our battle of wills. And he would win, because I was that desperate to have him.
“I missed this,” I hissed. “I missed you!”
I couldn’t help but notice the gleam of success right before he sank his head between my thighs. I should have been horrified; I wasn’t. Instead, as he slid his tongue between my folds, I melted. Melted into a sea of pure, utter bliss. God, he was good. So damn good.
As his tongue slid into my sheath, his thumb brushed the sensitive nub between my folds. I went hot all over, burning from the inside out. I would have jumped from the bed if his large palm hadn’t pressed to my belly, holding me captive. My heart pounded, the world around me a dizzying whirl of sensation.
“Gabe?”
“Not yet,” he whispered, pulling away. Frustrated, I gripped the bed sheets. The sizzle of energy coursing through my body sent me squirming. A fine sheen of sweat peppered his forehead. “I want to be inside of you. Deep inside of you when you find your release.”
He flipped his trousers open. A shiver of anticipation raced through