Can't Help Falling In Love (The Sullivans #3)(32)

“But?”

Any other man would have pushed past her obvious emotions, but Gabe was doing just the opposite.

“I expected hot.” She slid her thumbs against his palms. “I was ready for hot.”

His eyebrow quirked up at that. “Really?”

She shook her head slightly. “Well,” she admitted, “maybe not exactly ready for it, but I’m not surprised.”

“Me either,” he said, and then, “Tell me what’s surprising.”

She didn’t know how to put words to it, other than to say, “Everything else.”

His eyes darkened, his fingers tightening on hers. “I wish I were surprised,” he said in a low voice, raw with need and something else she was afraid to dissect. He lifted her hands to his mouth and managed to kiss them both at the same time.

Oh God, what this man was going to do to her...how would she ever recover from this night? she wondered helplessly as he slowly brought her hands back down and began to move them apart. If it were just hot sex, that would be one thing. But what if he were looking to seduce more than just her body?

What if he was going for her heart, too?

His eyes moved slowly from her face down to her br**sts, and held. The seconds ticked by, one after the other, as he took in every inch of her skin. She couldn’t stop herself from following his hot gaze to her br**sts, and both of them watched as her ni**les puckered up hard, pulling her full br**sts up higher on her chest.

“Touch me,” she begged, desperate to feel his hands, his mouth on her. “I need you to touch me.”

Gabe gave no indication of having heard her, nothing but the way he took their joined hands and placed hers on either side of his jean-clad hips. He didn’t rush as he slid his fingers from hers, and those painfully drawn out moments of waiting only added to her need.

And then—finally!—he was reaching for her, his fingertips feathering out across her stomach and then up her rib cage. She sucked in a hard breath at the intense pleasure of Gabe’s touch. He hadn’t even come close to her br**sts yet, but already she felt insanely good.

She bit her lip as he continued his sinfully slow path of sensual destruction up her body.

“So soft,” he murmured, just at the lower swell of her br**sts. “So pretty.” His palms shifted that final inch to cup the full flesh. “So perfect.”

There was no holding back another moan as his thumbs both moved across her ni**les at the same time, not a chance of keeping her back from arching her chest further into his big hands.

But when he lowered his head and blew across one of her ni**les, she nearly came right then and there. His eyes met hers, full of approval and unabashed pleasure at her reaction. “You’re sensitive, aren’t you?”

He rubbed his thumb over both ni**les again, which completely forestalled her being able to answer him, as it was taking every ounce of her concentration just to keep breathing.

“Megan?”

His low voice urged her to answer him, just as he bent slightly to blow a hot patch of air against her other breast.

“Yes,” she gasped out as he followed up the breath with the sweet pinch of his thumb and forefinger over her tightly aroused flesh.

And then, before she realized what was happening, he was lifting her into his arms and carrying her over to the bed.

“I don’t want your legs to give out when you come for me,” he explained in a matter-of-fact voice that didn’t take away from the sensual promise even one little bit.

She had already pulled back the covers before he’d arrived, and he laid her down on the clean sheets. She wouldn’t let her hold around his neck go, wouldn’t give him any choice but to move onto the bed with her. Who knew how he’d tease her otherwise? Maybe he’d make her touch herself while he watched and that was when she’d come so hard, with his eyes on her, all the while knowing his hands, his mouth, his shaft would be there soon...

She forcibly stopped her imaginings on a shudder, but Gabe had already caught it all, her br**sts peaking against his chest harder than ever as the naughty vision continued to assault her already lust-addled brain.

“Tell me what just got you so worked up.”

“You.”

And it was true, Gabe was all she could think about, all she could feel, all that existed for the night. But he was quicker than that, could clearly scent her evasion.

“What else?”

His gentle but firm question, that small upturn of his beautiful lips as he watched her expression carefully, had her answering, “I was wondering what you were going to do to me to—” She swallowed hard, not having ever had any practice at talking dirty in bed. And yet, even though it was another thing she shouldn’t want, that sensual woman deep inside made her say, “—to make me come so hard.”

He shifted over her and she had to close her eyes at the wonderful press of his muscles into her, the feel of roughened fabric over her sensitive skin.

He lowered his head to the other side of her neck from where he’d licked before and pressed circles of pleasure against her skin with his tongue. Only this time, he didn’t stop there, thank God. Instead, he moved lower, the slow slide of wet heat over the upper swell of both br**sts taking her breath away in a rush of sensation. Closer and closer he came to her ni**les, licking shockingly soft circles over the soft flesh, heading in toward the peaks like a bull’s eye.