The Millionaire's Revenge(44)

At some point, lost in the daze of tasting her, he felt her tug his head up to tell him that he had to stop, that he was driving her crazy, and then it was his turn to be ravaged by her.

It was something he had not experienced for a very long time. The women he had dated in the past had preferred him to make all the moves and that had always suited him perfectly, unconsciously maintaining the control that had become part and parcel of his dominant personality.#p#分页标题#e#

Now she was taking control and he found himself en­joying every minute of it as she straddled him and, after taking her fill of every inch of his body, sank onto his engorged manhood and began moving in a way that was unbelievably erotic.

Her breasts dangled tantalisingly by his face, brushing his mouth until he caught one in his hands and began suck­ling on the tight bud, whilst her body continued to move over him, grinding harder until they reached that point of no return and crossed it.

Laura finally lay down on him, spent and satiated, and he stroked her hair.

‘So,’ she said seriously, rolling off him to lie on the grass at his side, I guess it goes without saying that what we did was ...a big mistake...’ She sat up and reached for her clothes, only to find herself pulled back down as one big hand descended on her shoulder.

‘What do you think you are doing?’ They looked at one another, both on their sides, facing each other.

‘We have to get back to the house, Gabriel. I was getting dressed. We ...we shouldn’t have done what ...what we just did. You know that.’

‘Why not?’

‘Because sex is just going to complicate everything.’

‘Oh, is it, now?’ He idly began to stroke her breasts, enjoying the way her body was reacting to his feather touch. Forget what she was saying about sex complicating everything. She still wanted him. It was obvious in the way her nipples were hardening under his lingering finger and in the way her breathing was beginning to sound raspy.

For a while just then he had been so lost in the rapture of touching this woman, feeling her naked body, that he had almost forgotten the whole point of the exercise. This, he reminded himself, was the woman who had turned him away and it was only now, being with her again, wanting her the way he did, that Gabriel could see how affected his life had been by the rejection.

‘Yes, it is,’ Laura said, shifting to move, and he caught her wrist with his hand and, after kissing her palm, turned his eyes to hers.

‘Why? Did you not enjoy what we just did?’

‘You know I did.’

‘Mmm. I know.’ He smiled lazily and began stroking her thigh until she gave an involuntary gasp of pleasure as her body responded. He leant forward and kissed her del­icately on her mouth until she lay back down so that he could lean over her and continue his exquisite exploration of her lips with his tongue.

And this time their love-making was slow and languor­ous. He touched every inch of her with such infinite gen­tleness that her body wanted to explode from sheer want. When she would have tugged him up from those most intimate caresses a woman could have, he captured her restless hand with his steady one and continued caressing her, devoting himself entirely to bringing her so close to the peak of orgasm that she was panting, only to replace his inquisitive tongue with little kisses.

By the time she lay spent by his side, the fragile spring warmth was beginning to recede and, by mutual consent, they both got dressed and began the ride back to the house.

‘I’ll help you muck them out,’ he told her, the first words they had exchanged since their shatteringly pro­longed love-making.

‘Honestly, you don’t have to. I ...I’m perfectly capable of handling it on my own.’

‘I realise I don’t have to, but I want to.’

It was a relief that the physical demands of tending to the horses allowed Laura time to try and get her frantic thoughts into some kind of order. Not that she wasn’t help­lessly aware of Gabriel working right there alongside her. Somewhere along the line, he had removed his shirt and it seemed that wherever she looked her eyes crashed into his bare-backed torso with its hard, muscular strength and tightly packed muscle.#p#分页标题#e#

‘Right,’ she said weakly, after forty-five minutes of solid work conducted in silence, I think we can call it a day here.’

Gabriel stood back and looked at her. Her hair was damp with perspiration and she had shoved up the sleeves of her sweatshirt. With deliberate slowness, he put back on his shirt, leaving it unbuttoned.

‘Feels like old times,’ he drawled. ‘I haven’t mucked out for years.’