Dominated(18)

Gabe popped the front clasp and let the pink lace fall away. She was petite and her breasts were small and firm. Perfect. The rosy tips of her nipples poked forward, begging for attention.

Kathleen squealed when Gabe lifted her by the hips and set her on the bed. He scooted her back and climbed above her.

Her chest heaved beneath his gaze. “Gabe. . ."

“I know, baby. I just want to look at you. You’re so beautiful.” He traced a line down her center from her neck to her navel. Goose bumps rose on her skin and then he lowered himself over her, trapping her legs between his. He licked a line up her torso, beginning at her stomach and trailing his tongue between her breasts.

When she grabbed his head on both sides, he smiled against her skin. She was so responsive, her little jerks and gasps all he needed to know he was doing everything right so far.

She smelled of a floral feminine soap and he breathed in deep as he nuzzled the space between her breasts. Angling to one side, he took one pointing nipple into his mouth and licked a circle around the tip. The second his tongue flicked over the little nub, she arched into him and squeezed his head.

The noise coming from her lips was a cross between a low moan and a pant.

His cock strained against his jeans and he pressed against her thigh, even though the idea of using the pressure to help him gain control was ludicrous. Her soft leg only made his need worsen.

Control, Gabe. Slow, he reminded himself. What he wanted to do was strip her naked quickly and spread her wide. But she needed a more relaxed pace this time. Later . . .



Kathleen couldn’t think. Her mind was mush. Everything she’d ever imagined about sex flew out the window. Her body heated to a boiling point. She couldn’t believe the complete lack of control she had over her reactions to his every touch. Was this what sex was always like? Or just between mates?

His incredibly deft tongue made her shiver as he lapped at her nipple, the flicking over the sensitive tip driving her mad. When he sucked the flesh into his mouth, she nearly came off the bed. Or hell, maybe she did.

He didn’t stop either. He sucked and licked and teased first one breast and then the other until her brain melted out of her ears and left her limp and needy.

“Gabe,” she mumbled. She jerked her hands to his shoulders and pushed him down. What was she asking him to do? She had no idea, but something else needed to happen lower down her body to put out the fire burning a slow flame in her abdomen.

Her legs were squished together by his and his cock pressed into her thigh. She wanted to see him naked. Now. She grasped the top of the shirt he wore at the sleeves and tugged as though that would magically unveil him.

He chuckled and lifted his head. With one hand he reached over his back and pulled the shirt up and over his head.

She only got a glimpse of his chest, the slight sprinkle of blond hair across his broad pecs. She stroked his shoulders and then gripped them, kneading the tight muscles.

Gabriel lowered his face and kissed a path down her torso until he reached her skirt. With ease, he held himself aloft and reached to her side to lower the zipper. How the hell had he known exactly where that was? In seconds, he’d risen high enough to tug the skirt over her hips and toss the material away.

Kathleen sucked in a breath and grasped at the air toward him, hoping he would lower himself over her body and conceal her nudity. She felt so exposed.

In just the thin lace of her panties, she’d never been like this with a man.

He didn’t oblige her in any way. Instead he sat back, straddling her legs and grazing his fingertips over her thighs and up, up, up her body. “You’re gorgeous, Kathleen.” His voice was low, muttered so softly she barely heard him.

Reverently, he explored her with his hands. She held still, stiff. Unable to relax beneath his intense gaze.

He stroked her for an eternity, until her skin burned beneath his touch. She squeezed her legs together to stave the increasing desire to be stroked between them. How did he manage to make her so comfortable when she should be embarrassed?

By the time he lifted off her and pulled her panties down her body, she was close to begging him to do just that.

When the scrap of fabric disappeared, he moaned. “You shave.” His breaths increased. She did this to him.

His fingers shook as he stroked one digit up from her ankle to her knee, never taking his eyes off her shaved mons.

Gabe swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as she watched him. “Spread your legs for me, Kathleen.”

Oh God. She gripped the sheet at both sides of her body. Her thighs trembled, but she only managed to separate them inches.

He gently grasped her ankles, spread them apart, and settled in between her legs. Her knees fought to close.