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By:Cathy Williams


‘Having fun?’ he smiled crookedly and she stretched languidly in response, raising her hands over her head. She wanted to faint from the intense pleasure of just having those eyes roam over her semi-nude body.

‘Are you?’ she replied. Stupid question. Whatever he felt for her, whatever dubious reasons he had for making love with her, there was no doubt in her head that he still wanted her and, Lord, how she still wanted him. Sheer physical need was now in the driver’s seat.

‘Never had so much fun in my life before.’ Their eyes met and she gave him a smile that was enchantingly, teasingly feminine.

She reached down to cup her breasts with her hands, inviting him to do more than just watch, and Gabriel sank towards her offering with a groan of submission, burying his face against her soft mounds and nuzzling them with his mouth and tongue until Laura was whimpering with pleasure.

The ragged sound that was wrenched from her lips as his mouth closed over one tautened nipple was the sound of absolute abandonment.

Gabriel dimly heard it and felt like a young adolescent on the brink of orgasm just from the touch of his fantasy woman. In the distant past, when they had stolen their love-making sessions in the office, their passion had been muted by the unspoken thought that they might, just might, be interrupted. Now, with miles of deserted fields around them, they could be as vocal as they wanted and her cries of pleasure were like music to his ears.#p#分页标题#e#

But he wasn’t going to rush a minute of this.

He took his time, devoting his undivided attention to her beautiful breasts and loving the feel of her writhing beneath him and begging him not to stop. As if he were even capable of stopping!

He licked her breasts and then trailed his tongue along her stomach, which tasted warm. And her smell was the smell of pure woman, without any of those lingering traces of perfume that did nothing for him.

He undid the top button of her jeans, then the zip, and gently eased them down her long legs until he could easily pull them off and toss them to one side.

‘That’s not fair,’ Laura said huskily, repeating his teas­ing observation of earlier on, and he grinned at her.

‘So it isn’t,’ he drawled, catching her eyes and holding them, although not for long. The need to look at that beau­tiful, bronzed body was far too tempting just to make do with his eyes.

She watched with greedy yearning as he shrugged off his already unbuttoned shirt, then deliberately took his time with his trousers. With unconscious provocation, Laura’s fingers strayed to the top of her underwear and she casually slipped them under to caress the fair, soft curls as she continued to drink him in with her eyes.

God, the woman couldn’t possibly know what she was doing to him, Gabriel thought with another savage thrust of undiluted desire. He watched the idle movement of her hand under the flimsy cotton of her underwear and any thoughts of taking his time disappeared under the need to touch her again.

His trousers were kicked aside, quickly followed by his silk boxer shorts until he was standing in front of her fe­verish gaze in all his proud, masculine and very impressive nudity.

A slow, satisfied and eminently cat-like smile curved her wide mouth.

Wasn’t it supposed to be the other way around? Gabriel thought wryly. Wasn’t he supposed to be the cat in com­mand of its very luscious prey?

‘Touching yourself, cara?’ he enquired lazily as he sank down to join her on the warm grass and he covered her hand with his own.

‘Of course I’m not!’ Laura protested. She stroked the side of his face and felt a lump gather at the back of her throat. All this would become was another memory to add to the collection, she thought sadly. She meant nothing to him and he had made that perfectly clear.

He took her hand and kissed the tip of each of her fin­gers with such infinite tenderness that she could almost kid herself that there was some emotion there.

There was nothing to be gained from dwelling on it, she thought, pulling him fiercely towards her and kissing him, liking it better when he yanked off her last remaining item of clothing.

‘Want to play rough, do you, little tiger?’ He laughed softly into her mouth. ‘It’s been a long time.’

‘Feel free to make as much noise as you want,’ he re­turned, moving directly over her so that his hardness brushed against her belly and set up a series of sweet sen­sations inside her. He hooked his arms under her back so that she curved up towards him and began to ravage her breasts.

Then, without any thought of teasing her further, he moved down to part her thighs with his hand and began plundering between her legs. He felt it when she curled her fingers into his hair and then she began obeying his strict instructions that she should make as much noise as she wanted.