Geee-zus!
Gabe sucked in a breath, shocked by the blistering impact of
Katโs unexpected kiss, heat shearing through his gut at the
first clumsy press of her lips against his. Even as his body
responded, some part of his brain knew this shouldnโt be
happening. "Kat, youโre upset and tipsy andโ"
She kissed him again, tilting her head to better slant her
mouth over his.
Christ!
He turned his face away, felt her lips brush his jaw.
"Honey, you donโt really want this. Youโve just lostโ"
She made a little sound of protest, her arms sliding behind
his head, drawing his lips closer to hers, as if to show him
that she
did really want it.
Good. So did he.
Ignoring the pathetic warnings of his conscience, he took
control of the kiss, drawing her tight against him,
capturing her mouth with his.
God, she tasted sweet! She smelled sweet, too โ like honey
and woman. She gave a little whimper, melting against him in
a way that was utterly feminine, every inch of her soft body
molding to his, her breasts pressing against his ribs, her
lips parting to give him access. He swirled his tongue over
hers, felt her body tense. And through a pheromone fog, he
realized she wasnโt just a virgin between her legs.
Kissing โ real kissing โ was new to her, too.
Not just virgin, buddy โ extra virgin.
He reined himself in, gentled the kiss, slowed it down,
brushing her lips lightly with his, teasing their outline
with the tip of his tongue, nipping their fullness, his lust
for her at war with some strange urge to protect her from
himself. In his world, any night that started with kissing
ended soon after with fucking. His cock had already risen to
the occasion and strained painfully against his fly, looking
for the surest route out of denim and into her. But that
couldnโt happen โ not tonight, not when she was vulnerable
and afraid and hurting, probably not ever. She wanted
happily ever after, and all he could give her was sex.
Still, he could keep kissing herโฆ
Hell, yeah.
He claimed her mouth in a no-holds-barred kiss, penetrating
deep, taking her tongue with his, sucking it into his mouth,
biting down. She whimpered, kissed him back, meeting the
strokes of his tongue with her own, her fingers curled in
his hair, her body almost undulating against his,
communicating in a primal language of its own, one Gabeโs
body understood only too well.
Katherine James might want to save her virginity, but her
body had other plans.
With a groan, he drew her beneath him, testosterone shorting
out his brain, his body taking over, his blood running hot
and fast. He found her throat and pressed his lips against
the rapid beating of her pulse, kissing a path over soft,
sweet skin, tasting her, nibbling her earlobe. And he wasnโt
finished โ not by a long shot.
Kat heard herself whimper and turned her head to the side,
surrendering her throat to Gabe, the heat of his lips
raising goose bumps on her skin, his male scent filling her
head, the hard press of his body on top hers making her
belly flutter.
Sheโd never felt anything like this, never even imagined it
โ the heat, the intensity, the overwhelming physical force
of it. Her body trembled, and her heart raced, her breathing
uneven as if sheโd been running. And she was running โ from
her grief, from her fear, from everything that hurt. Some
part of her knew this, but that only made her run faster.
The rules donโt apply tonight.
She didnโt stop him when he slid a callused hand beneath her
sweater to trace tiny circles up her ribcage. She didnโt
object when his clever fingers found the clasp of her bra
between her breasts and unhooked it. And when he cupped her
left breast, when his thumb flicked her nipple...
She gasped, stunned, the sensation too astonishing, too
arousing, too wonderful to be real. Jagged shafts of heat
seemed to shoot straight from her breast to her belly,
turning to liquid between her thighs.
"You like that, donโt you?"
At the husky sound of his voice, her eyes flew open. She
found him looking down at her, his breathing as rough as
hers, his blue eyes burning, a smile on his wet lips. She
forced herself to hold his gaze, shocked by the intimacy of
watching him as he watched her, as he watched the effect his
touch had on her, his hand still cupping and shaping her
breast, his thumb tracing lazy circles over its aching crest.
And the heat in her belly became a wildfire.
Then he pushed her sweater up, baring her breasts, his gaze
raking hungrily over her. "God, Kat, honey, youโve got
beautiful breasts. Theyโre soโฆ
Mmm."
Whatever heโd been about to say became a moan as he ducked
down and drew one of her nipples into the scorching heat of
his mouth.
"Gabe." Katโs body jerked at the initial shock of it,
the pleasure staggering as he suckled first one nipple and
then the other, tugging at her with his lips, teasing her
with velvet strokes of his tongue, tormenting her with nips
of his teeth. It was sweet, so sweet, and terrible, too, the
fire between her thighs now a throbbing ache. She heard
herself calling his name, felt her hips lifting toward him,
wanting, wantingโฆ
Wanting him.
He groaned, settled his weight between her thighs, and
answered her need, grinding what could only be the thick
ridge of his erection against herโฆ there. Slowly, so slowly
he moved against her, taking the edge off the ache, only to
make it so much worse. She was wet, the emptiness inside her
burning, her inner muscles clenching around nothing. And she
knew.
If he kept going, if he pressed her, she wouldnโt be able to
stop him. She wouldnโt want to.
Gabeโs body was strung so tightly he thought it might snap.
Heโd been a damned idiot to take it this far. Heโd wanted to
give her the comfort she so obviously needed, and one thing
had let to another. Or thatโs what heโd told himself. In
truth, heโd wanted to kiss her and hold her โ and so he had.
He needed to stop. But how could he when Kat was coming
apart in his arms, her response burning him up? Her little
mewls and whimpers were driving him out of his mind, her
wine-dark nipples drawn into tight buds that begged for his
mouth, her hips moving in a way that was both feminine and
undeniably erotic. He didnโt want to stop โ oh, hell, no! He
wanted to fuck her long and hard. He wanted to make her come
again and again. He wanted to forget himself inside her.
And then what, buddy? Youโll pluck her sweet cherry and
show her the door? She deserves better than that, and you
damned well know it.
Gabe dragged his lips from hers, forced his hips to hold
still, sexual need grinding in his gut, blood pounding
through his veins. "Kat."
She looked up at him, so beautiful it made his chest ache,
confusion and longing in those hazel green eyes, tear stains
on her cheeks, her lips red and swollen, her delicious
breasts rising and falling with each rapid breath โ no
makeup, no silicon, nothing but sweet, soft, sexually
aroused woman.
He fought the urge, so elemental, to kiss her again and
settled for running his knuckles over her cheek. Somehow, he
managed to string a few words together. "If I donโt stop
now, honey, weโre going to be at this all night."
© 2003-2026