Gabriel's Redemption (Gabriel's Inferno #3)(137)
Julia’s hand drifted down to her abdomen. “What makes you so sure the baby is a girl? I think we’re having a boy.”
“He’s a she. And we’ll have to come up with an appropriate name.”
“Such as what? Beatrice?”
“No,” he said softly. “There’s only one Beatrice. We could call her Grace.”
Julia was thoughtful for a moment.
“I’m not ready to decide on a name, although Grace is a possibility. I think he’s going to be a boy, though. So for now, we’ll just have to call him Ralph.”
“Ralph? Why Ralph?”
“It’s a good, all-purpose nickname. I would have called him Peanut, but that’s what we called Tommy before he was born.”
Gabriel chuckled. “Your mind is fascinating. Now go to sleep, little mama. Morning comes very early these days.”
He kissed her forehead before turning out the light. Then he held his wife in his arms.
A few hours later, he awoke to the feel of a hand stroking his naked chest.
“Darling?” His voice was thick with sleep.
“I’m sorry I woke you.” She moved closer, pressing her thigh in between his.
He felt her lips press light kisses over his pectorals and up to his neck.
“Can’t sleep?”
“No, I can’t.”
Her hand brushed over his abdominal muscles before descending lower.
She kissed him and he responded warmly. His sleepiness and fatigue seemed to melt away as she moved her hand up and down.
“You have something I need.”
“Are you sure?” His hand caught her wrist, pausing her movements.
She hesitated.
“Julianne?”
“I’m sorry for waking you up, but I really need to have sex. Right now.”
“Right now?”
“Right now. Please.”
He removed his hand and threw back the bedclothes.
“Do with me as you will.”
Instantly, she moved to straddle him. He reached up to cup her heavy br**sts as she leaned down to kiss him.
“Invite me inside,” he murmured, as he pressed up against her.
“Do you need an invitation?”
Gabriel stared into her eyes, which had widened with excitement.
“I could spend the rest of my life inside you and die happy. You’re my home.”
Julia paused at the sudden vulnerability that flashed across her husband’s face. She lifted her hands to cover his, pressing into her br**sts.
“You’ll make me cry. And I’m emotional already.”
“No tears, please.” He squeezed her more tightly.
“Then come,” she whispered, bringing their hips into alignment.
He slowly entered her.
“Home,” he whispered.
Julia didn’t try to blink back the tears. She let them fall.
“I love you so much.”
He responded by licking and sucking her br**sts, teasing her and spurring her on. Within minutes they were pushing and pulling, their skin warm and alive with excitement.
“Is it good?” Gabriel ground out, his hands dropping to her hips.
Her eyes were closed, her rosy lips parted. When she didn’t answer he placed a tender hand to her face. “Julia?”
Her eyes fluttered open. “It’s good,” she panted. “So good.”
His large hands gripped her hips, urging her on.
“Faster,” he murmured.
Julia responded by lifting herself and quickly slamming down, over and over again, until they both collapsed from near exhaustion.
Chapter Seventy-three
January 31, 2012
Cambridge, Massachusetts
Professor Katherine Picton stood in the lecture hall at Harvard, surveying the crowd. She’d delivered her paper presentation a half hour after Professor Jeremy Martin offered his. And she’d fielded questions from the audience and received a very smart paperweight as a gift from Professor Greg Matthews, on behalf of the Department of Romance Studies.
She hadn’t had the opportunity to greet the Emersons yet. She was eager to do so. They’d invited her to their home for dinner so she could escape Greg’s more experimental culinary choices.
“Ah, there you are!” Professor Picton’s crisp British accent cut through the hum of a dozen or so conversations.
She strode quickly down one of the aisles, straight to where Julia was still seated, while Gabriel stood next to her, chatting amiably with Julia’s supervisor, Professor Marinelli.
“Katherine.” Gabriel greeted her smoothly, kissing her cheek.
“Gabriel and Julianne. Good to see you both.”
She turned to Professor Marinelli. “Cecilia, delightful to see you, as always.”
“And you.” The two women embraced.
“Now then, have you spoken with Jeremy?” Katherine turned her blue-gray eyes on Gabriel.
“No.” Gabriel was terse.
“I think it’s high time you two buried the hatchet. Don’t you?”
Cecilia gazed between the two other Dante specialists and politely made her excuses, choosing to flee to another part of the room where an argument was not about to break forth.
“I don’t have a problem with Jeremy.” Gabriel sounded offended. “Jeremy has a problem with me.”