Temptation on Ocean Drive - Jennifer Probst Page 0,74
broke off, shaking her head. “I hated it. Hated her touching you and thinking of you both together.”
Sweet victory buzzed in his veins. Her words sang in his head, making him want to roar in pleasure. He ached to yank her in his arms and claim her mouth with his. But he needed all of it.
He needed to know she was all in.
“Tell me what you want.”
She jerked back. Her tongue slipped out to wet her bottom lip. Her voice was barely a whisper. “You. I want you.”
She stared at him, pupils dilated, ragged breaths panting from her lips, and he knew this moment would be carved out in his mind—the first time he saw her face reflect her open want for him.
He muttered a curse, then leaned forward, both hands cupping her cheeks, his lips stopping an inch from hers. He waited, his gaze diving deep.
This time she reached for him, her words a sweet breath rushing over him. “Kiss me, Gabe.”
His mouth covered hers.
The searing heat of his lips reached every inch of her body and started a fire between her thighs. She surrendered to the kiss inch by inch, like a flower slowly opening to the heat of the sun, her insides trembling. His body remained on the other side of the chair; the only touch was his hands on her cheeks and his lips on hers, making the contact even more swoon-worthy, as if they’d just nudged open the door of a sizzling attraction that was ready to erupt.
He tasted of sweetness and sin. The spicy scent of his cologne teased her nostrils, and she leaned forward, wanting more. He broke away, his thumb stroking her cheek, his dark eyes searing into hers. Slowly, he pressed his lips to hers, softly, firmly, pulling back and doing it again and again, until she whispered his name and reached for him, sliding her arms around his shoulders and offering more.
He took it.
His tongue surged in and stroked hers, playing a wicked, teasing game that thrilled her. Her nails bit into his shoulders, and a moan ripped from her throat. He moved, standing up and lifting her to her feet. She arched up, and his hands cupped her buttocks, easing her close. Their mouths fused hungrily, and she became mad to drown in the taste and smell of him, the feel of his hard-muscled body against hers, nipping at her raw nerve endings. In between ragged breaths, she ripped off his jacket, pulling off his tie and tearing open his shirt with clumsy, frantic fingers. The slow dance of their mouths became primitive, as if the beast had been released, and all she could do was hang on to him and follow the path to slake the wet ache in her core.
“Wait. Are you sure?” he asked, his teeth sinking into the curve of her neck, causing her to cry out in pleasure. “We can talk.”
“Don’t want to talk.” Her tongue licked at his olive skin, savoring the taste of salt and man, her hands smoothing over his toned abs. “Want you. Now.”
He muttered a dirty curse. She thrilled at the madness of lust carved out on his face, the trembling of his hands as he tried to control himself. But she didn’t want the careful, gentle lover tonight—she wanted Gabe in all his primal glory, desperate to have her.
She reached down and squeezed his erection, reveling in the sheer power of his desperate groan. God, she’d craved this—the dirty, raw coupling with a man she hungered for, the stripping away of barriers to reveal naked flesh in all its vulnerability and beauty, a lovemaking that was on the edge of fucking and had no place in the nice, neutral world she usually lived in.
She wanted to feel beautiful. Alive.
She wanted to feel everything.
He gripped her hair and tugged back. His teeth ground together while his gaze raked over her. Slowly, he unbuttoned her blouse, tugged down her bra, and stared greedily at her naked breasts, her nipples hard and begging for his mouth. “You want rough?”
She gave him the truth. “I want real.”
His gaze softened. His grip gentled, and he gave her a kiss that brought tears to her eyes, humbling himself before her as if he were a servant to her queen, his own personal treasure. “It already is, sweetheart.”
Then he lowered his knees and lifted her up, carrying her into the bedroom and dropping her on the bed. They undressed quickly, throwing their clothes off until