Mine

Settling between her thighs, he could smell her, see how wet she was before he ever touched her. This woman matched his needs so perfectly. Looking at her made him hard. Stripping for him got her ready.

He put a palm on the inside of each leg and pushed them open a little wider, inhaling her compelling fragrance. He ran his tongue along the fleshy high parts of her thighs, stopping to kiss and nibble on her skin. With each pass of his tongue her body pulled tighter. He glanced up the length of her, saw her head tip back and her shoulders fall against the flat pillow.

He blew a cool breath over her and felt her tremble. A soft moan filled the room. She was better than any drug.

“Hands on the wall.” As her body fell deeper into a sensual haze her fingers dropped. And he could not allow that. Not this time.

She immediately listened, stretching her body even longer as she placed her palms flat against the wall. He wanted to praise her, but the need to taste her took over. He swept his tongue along her seam then dipped inside her. He licked around her clit until she squirmed. Heavy breaths punched out of her, and he could see her chest rise and fall.

If only he had a tie, something to hold her arms down, but this would do. He could drive her to the brink of madness just like this. Both of them, actually.

His tongue went back to work and she swelled under his mouth. When his finger slipped inside her, a tiny growling noise, almost like a low hum, rumbled in the back of her throat. He didn’t let up on the pressure. His mouth and fingers took turns. A lick and a thrust, he rotated, touched her in every way at both times, until she soaked his fingers.

When her hips lifted off the bed he stopped. Her body froze except for her head, which lifted as she glared down at him. “What are you doing?”

“You’re not ready.”

She looked ready to pounce. “I am.”

She was. Every cell in her body sang for him. He could feel the gentle shake in her muscles as she strained to keep her legs open. Loved the way her chest rose and fell. And that’s what he wanted. To kiss her everywhere before he entered her. He’d hoped to make this last longer. To make her come then start all over again, but his control waned.

He wanted her. All of her.

Taking his time as much as he could stand it, he walked up the bed on his hands and knees. Let his body brush over hers. Felt the friction of skin against skin and the sharp intake of her breath. He didn’t sit alone on the shaky edge of control. She was right there with him. Proving even more the power she held over him.

He could usually go at this for hours. Enjoy being with a woman until they both were left wrung out and weak. With Natalie, he got to that point so fast. When he’d said she was special, he meant it. He hadn’t totally and completely figured out where she fit in, but she did. Had even back when she was ordering him around and he spent most of his days pretending to ignore her.

His elbows rested on the bed by her neck and his fingers slid into her hair. He reached one hand up and slipped his forefinger into her half-closed palm. Her fingers curled around his one in a loose hold. Still, it was a bond of sorts. One he didn’t want to break.

He fumbled with the other hand to get the condom wrapper open. She watched with a knowing smile on her face, but he did not ask for help. Not this time. After a few false starts he got it open and tugged it on. Still, he didn’t slip inside her. His mouth went to her breasts, and he wondered why he’d let this part of her body go unattended for so long.

He sucked the peaks into his mouth. Slid his fingers through hers as his mouth traveled from one breast to the other. He kissed and sucked. Took her soft skin into his mouth and rolled the nipples between his teeth. By the time he stopped, her ankles pressed into the back of his legs and her grip on his hand tightened to the point of snapping.

Not that he cared. He’d take whatever she wanted to give. He only wished he could survive hours of foreplay. Maybe next time, after he worked her out of his system. After he sheathed his body in hers and let go.

With his hand wrapped around his stiff cock, he started to enter her. Slow at first, then pushing in one long thrust. Her insides clamped down on him. He could feel her closing around him, clenching him as she pulled him in tighter.

Energy welled inside of him. He could barely breathe as he pressed in and pulled out. Then something primal took over. He stretched his hand and touched the wall by her hand. The shift gave him leverage, let him plunge deeper inside her. The bed rocked and sweat broke out along his shoulders. He could feel the wet smoothness of her skin under him. The chill of the room evaporated and heat poured over them.

He kept moving. Pushed faster. The tempo picked up, and his nails dug into the wall. He could hear her palms slap against the wall close to his with each thrust. Feel the grip of her legs bind around him.

Every thrust, every breath, centered on bringing her pleasure. He didn’t hold back. One hand roamed over her as the other braced against the wall. He hovered right on the brink of something amazing. He’d abandoned his control and let the energy sweep them both up in its wake. Now his body bucked without any signals from his brain. He moved on pure instinct. In and out.

His hand slipped around her body to land on her ass. He cupped her cheek and brought her in even tighter against him. The move had her body jerking. She started to chant his name as an orgasm ripped through her. He could watch it play in the puffs of her cheeks and flush of her skin. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. Her arms stiffened and her hands curled into balls.

The stu

His palm slammed against the wall right as her arms dropped next to her head. It was as if her muscles lost their strength. Being inside her zapped his. He felt both weak and strong as his orgasm raged on. When he finished his arms wobbled. He didn’t have the strength to balance above her.

To keep from crushing her, he rolled to the side and took her with him. There, with their arms curled around each other in the darkness, she cuddled in even closer. He remained lodged inside her and didn’t care. She felt so good. So fucking right.

She kissed his throat. “That was impressive.”

He laughed because he couldn’t hold it back. The sudden happiness inside him seemed to swamp him. “I think you stopped my heart.”

She placed one last kiss on his chin then settled in against his chest. “I can only imagine what you’ll do when you actually tie me up.”

His body jerked as visions from his dreams ran through his head. “Soon.”

“I’m holding you to that promise.”

“I always keep them.” And he would keep this one, too. Trust and honesty mattered to him. Except for some omissions about Brandon, he’d never lied to her, and he wasn’t about to start now.

FIFTEEN

Natalie wandered around the cabin in a daze the next morning. Her body still hummed from the lovemaking the afternoon and night before. When Gabe felt free to explore, he did not hold back. That might be her favorite new thing about him. That and his mouth. Lord, the man could use that mouth.

She stood over her small duffel bag where she’d opened it on the bed and tried to think of what she was forgetting. Not that any of the items in there, in Montana, truly belonged to her. Gabe had picked them all out, which explained the slim-fitting T-shirts for under the bulky sweaters. She was pretty sure he was a breast man. At least he seemed to be last night.