“No drink.” Roughened by desire, his words barely registered in her fevered mind.
Pleasure burst into flame as his mouth returned to hers and flesh met flesh. She wasn’t conscious of movement, wasn’t conscious of anything but the press of his muscled body, of his talented mouth sipping at hers. The cool sheets at her back were her first indication she’d left her feet.
When he broke the kiss, she sighed at the loss and opened her eyes. Her dazed mind wasn’t the least bit curious why he was padding across the room to disappear into the bathroom. She simply wanted him to come back. Reality intruded a moment later when he returned from the bathroom with a small box of condoms clutched in his hand.
“I always practice safe sex. Without exception.”
Well, hell. She was glad to see his promise wasn’t just a line, and one of them still had the presence of mind to think of safety.
The shadow of reality faded, blocked out like the light of the bedside lamp by his wide shoulders as he lowered his body over hers. She shivered at the contrast of all that heated skin meeting her bare belly and chest. His hair-roughened thigh slid between hers and his fingers, after peeling away her bra, brought a pleasured gasp when the pad of his thumb brushed the puckered tip of one breast. He repeated the caress, and she arched in greedy response.
Capturing her with his mouth, his low growl of encouragement vibrated against the tightened bud. Tongue swirling and shaping her, he nibbled and tasted, then sucked, hard. She cried out in nearly painful pleasure, squirming beneath him, seared by the current of fire racing through her body in a direct route from breast to groin.
Her fingers skimmed over the smooth planes of his muscled back, tracing the bumped ridge of his spine to the taut mounds of his ass. Diving beneath the waistband of his briefs, her fingers flexed. His warm flesh tightened further in response, and her soft groan matched his deeper one.
The slippery coils of impending climax gathered at her core, and she fought against those first telltale ripples of completion. She sped toward implosion like a roman candle, but wanted him inside her when the first sparks flew.
She whimpered, and he ripped his mouth from hers to brace above her on his forearms. The muscled expanse of his chest rose and fell on ragged breaths. Tension hardened the line of his jaw, and his eyes sizzled with male restraint.
He growled gutturally. “I can’t go slow.”
She grasped at his rock-hard biceps, attempting to drag him back to her. “I don’t want you to. Hurry!”
He rolled away from her, shedding his briefs and tearing into the box of condoms while she shimmied out of her thong. Covered, he returned to her, settled between her thighs, and guided himself home in a single motion. She imploded on a high-pitched cry before he finished the first stroke.
Eyes squeezed shut to keep them from rolling back in her head, a bright kaleidoscope of pleasure broke over her, shattering reality and rocketing her into the heavens. Like the bold flare of fireworks, sharp colors swirled on the backs of her tightly closed lids. The breath caught in her throat while she rode the dizzying spiral until the colors receded, and she floated back to herself on a sigh.
Her eyelids fluttered open to find Gabe’s face inches from hers. Sweat glistened on his forehead. His eyes burned. The muscles of his arms and shoulders bulged with restraint. He held himself still above her, and she realized she’d left him behind to explore paradise while he awaited her return.
Her eyes slid shut and she groaned. “Well, that’s embarrassing.”
“Not from my perspective.” He spoke slowly, his gravel drawl deeper than normal. “Watching you go off so fast, knowing I’m responsible, is about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She opened her eyes to see the truth in his.
He pressed a kiss to her nose. “Again,” he murmured, and began to move.
With mouth, hands, and body, he rekindled the fire. His kisses sipped, filling her with his taste. His hands stroked and petted, molding her to his will, and his body, rocking against hers, tempted her to follow him back to ecstasy. When the colors spun for a second time, he pumped his hips once, twice, a third time, bucking and throwing back his head on a barked shout as he flew with her.
The muscles of Gabe’s arms, wrecked from the strength of his orgasm, quivered, and he collapsed on top of her. Bellowing with exertion, his lungs drew in breath, puffing out again to flutter the long, blonde strands of hair spread out on the pillow. Her scent, subtle spice and sex, filled his nostrils and sent a renewed rush of blood to his softening erection still sheathed within her. She groaned, and he pushed up onto his elbows.
Long lashes, shades darker than the honey-blonde hair on her head and mound, fluttered open, and her drowsy eyes met his. “I guess we aren’t done?” She yawned and her eyes slid closed once more.