The Wallflower Wager - Tessa Dare Page 0,32

spreading the moisture welling at the tip all the way down his shaft.

Closing his eyes, he pictured her naked. She was still in the bath, but now he was the water. Warming her. Caressing her. Licking her all over. He needn’t content himself with a single rosy-pink nipple. Not this time. He pushed her breasts together and feasted on both, nibbling and sucking. She moaned and bucked beneath him, gripping his hair and guiding him downward, where he ran his tongue along the seam of her sweet, wet—

He tightened his grip, stroking faster.

Now she was holding him in her arms. Wrapping her legs around him until her locked ankles dug into the small of his back, urging him forward. Inside. Deeper.

And as he thrust into her, again and again, she held him close to her. So close and so tight. She whispered his name.

Gabriel.

Gabriel.

“Gabriel?”

Gabe’s eyes snapped open. He nearly fell over in his chair. Grabbing the writing paper the inn had provided him, he launched to his feet, holding the paper strategically in front of his groin and praying like hell his loosened trousers didn’t slip to his ankles.

She’d opened the door just wide enough to angle her head around the edge and peek in.

“Nothing,” he declared.

She frowned in confusion. “Nothing what?”

“Nothing nothing.”

He was a fool, and his pounding heartbeat reminded him so, multiple times a second. You fool, you fool, you fool, you fool.

She looked at the paper. “Are you writing your letter?”

“Yes.” He cleared his throat. “I am writing my letter.” Writing it with the tip of his cock, apparently.

“It’s growing dark,” she said.

“I’d noticed that.”

“The carriage . . . Even if the driver and smith were to arrive soon, the horses will need to rest.”

“Yes, I know.” Gabe inwardly cursed. He had no money to pay the innkeeper, let alone hire another coach. Thanks to his lack of foresight, they would be confined in this suite until first light. “So long as we’re stuck here, you may as well sleep.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Surely you’re fatigued.”

“Yes, but—” She bit her lip. “I need an animal in my bed.”

He could only stare at her.

“At home, I always have at least one in bed with me. Usually more. Bixby, of course, and a kitten or two. I can’t sleep alone.”

“What about the bird? Surely it can keep you company.”

“Delilah? She’s asleep in her cage. And even if she weren’t, one can’t exactly snuggle with a parrot.” Her eyes swept the sitting room. “I was hoping there might be a newspaper or book here, so I could pass the time.”

“Well, there isn’t.”

She pushed the door open further, revealing herself to be clad in nothing but a Grecian-inspired arrangement of draped bed linens. The graceful angles of her bared shoulders and arms stood bright against the darkness. Her knot of steam-dampened hair could be so easily undone. A flick of his wrist would send it spilling free, flowing like molten gold between his fingers.

And those bed linens . . . a single tug, and they’d be a puddle on the floor.

She was trying to kill him. He was sure of it.

“What on earth are you wearing?”

“You told them to take all my clothes for laundering.”

“I didn’t think you’d give them your shift, as well.”

“It was all mud at the hem. I couldn’t wear it in that state.”

He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Do you mean to tell me you’ve no garments at all?”

Don’t tell me that.

Please tell me that.

She stepped forward, trailing a swoop of white bedsheet behind her like the train of a bridal gown. “Are you certain there’s nothing to read? I thought I spied a quarterly of some sort on the mantel.”

“No.”

She shrank behind the door again, looking like a kicked puppy. “You needn’t shout at me.”

“Go back to your room. Cover yourself with something other than bedsheets.”

“I have a corset and I have stockings. Shall I wear those?”

Jesus God.

Holding his trousers closed with one hand, he lunged to one side and snagged his shirt from where it hung drying by the fire. He tossed it at her, and it hit her in the face.

As she slowly drew it downward, she gave him an offended look. “Was that truly necessary?”

“Yes. Go on, then. I’ll be in once I’ve finished my letter.”

Once she’d finally retreated and closed the door behind her, Gabe exhaled in relief. He tucked his now-softened cock back into his trousers. There was no way he could take up where he’d started. God only knew when she