We break the kiss, and my breath comes in a harsh pant. “Come with me,” I say, taking her hand and leading her to my bedroom.
When we reach it, I back up to the bed, sit on the edge of the navy blue comforter, and bring her between my legs. She stands. Setting my hands on her hips, I push up her shirt and press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her navel. She trembles, and the taste of her skin intoxicates me.
I inhale deeply, wanting, needing, craving her scent in my nostrils, bathing my brain in the bliss that is her.
When I look up, she’s shivering. I rise and cup her cheeks. “I need you to know something.”
“What is it?”
My eyes never waver from hers. “There are a million ways I want to fuck you,” I tell her, and her lips part. “I want to bend you over the bed, I want to put you on all fours, and I want to slam you against the wall and hook your legs around my waist.”
“Oh God,” she murmurs.
“I want to fuck you on a balcony with the New York skyline behind us. On the kitchen counter as your favorite band plays. I want to bring you down hard on my cock in the backseat of a limo as I fuck you on the way to a black-tie affair, with your lace thong pulled to the side and a gorgeous dress covering the rest of you.”
Her eyes blaze with lust, and her breathing intensifies.
“And sometimes I’ll want to grab your hair, gather it in my fist, and pull it hard. I’ll say harsh, filthy words in your ear that make you wet and hot,” I growl, and she runs her tongue over her teeth. “Every now and then, or maybe more, I’ll want to smack that lush ass till it’s red, then kiss it until it doesn’t smart any longer. I want to pin your wrists over your head and fuck you hard and deep, and then even deeper till you beg me to let you come.” The look on her face turns hazy, like she’s coated in a fine dusting of lust. “But right now…” My voice turns softer as I trail off.
“Yes?” she asks, as if she can’t bear to be left hanging, and it shows in her breasts—they’re heaving, and it’s fucking incredible. It’s as if we exist in a cocoon of heat and color and shimmer. I have never wanted a woman the way I want her—deep in my bones.
I run my thumb across her jaw, and she leans into my touch. “Right now, I’m going to make love to you.”
“Oh God,” she says, her pitch rising. “Please. Now. I can’t take it anymore. I want you so much.”
She spears her fingers through my hair and crushes her lips to my mouth. Her tongue sweeps across mine and she moans. I swallow the sound—I swallow all her hungry noises as I undo her zipper, then peel her jeans down her hips.
We break the kiss so I can get these damn clothes off her. Her shirt flies to the ground in a flurry of clothes—hers, mine, both—pooling on the dark hardwood floor.
As I gaze on her naked figure, I am in awe.
It’s not because her body is beautiful, though it is.
It’s not because the curve of her hips, and the shape of her breasts, and the softness of her skin send my temperature to incendiary levels.
Though they do.
No. This astonishment is something that’s harder to label, tougher to pin down. It’s in the air; it’s in the electricity. It’s in the energy that draws her to me.
It’s her.
It’s just fucking her.
“Come,” I say, scooping her up and setting her on the bed so her dark hair fans across the crisp white pillowcase. “Tonight I’m going to worship you. I’m going to adore you.”
“You already do.” She trembles as she lies naked in front of me. I’m floored, utterly floored that she’s back in my life, and I want to give her everything.
I also happen to know exactly how she likes one little wonderful thing in particular.
And though she parts her legs for me, inviting me to pay a much-needed visit to that pretty pink pussy with my mouth, I wiggle an eyebrow and shake my head.
“Please stop torturing me. You know I love your mouth. I want you now.”
“I know, my Penny. I know you want me,” I say, my eyes cast down to those lovely plump lips, so fantastically wet they glisten. I climb over her, grab one hip, and flip her to her belly.
She gasps my name, in a long, lingering moan. “Gabriel.”
As I grab a pillow and slide it under her stomach, I ease my body against her, my front to her back. “Did you think I’d forget what drives you wild?”
“Oh God,” she says, her breath coming fast. Then I move down her body, and she’s wriggling and arching up her hips, and Jesus Fucking Christ, she’s inviting me to the promised land between her legs.
“Such a greedy woman.” I spread my palms over the backs of her thighs, opening her more. She’s so wet and slick, and I’m dying to taste her.
Raising her ass up higher, I bring my face to her beautiful pussy and I moan as I flick my tongue across her arousal.
“Oh my God,” she calls out, arching up instantly.
Her taste floods my tongue. Her scent fills my nostrils, and all the blood in my body diverts to my cock. I’m so fucking hard as I lick her, as I taste her, as I lap up all this ridiculously wonderful wetness.
And Penny, she’s a live wire. She’s a writhing, hot, beautiful wave in my bed. My eyes drift to her hands. Fisted tightly, they clutch at my sheets, grasping. I glance down her legs, and her toes are curled, digging into my bed.
And here, right here in my mouth, she’s the way I want her.