One Night with her Bachelor(35)
“He’s the only one you’ve been with?”
She gave him an embarrassed half smile. “Sadly, yeah.”
Damn. Here he was sitting with the most unconsciously sexy woman he’d ever met, a woman who deserved far more than he could offer, and his whole body hurt as she revealed how little others had given her. He cleared his throat. “Are there things you know you like?”
Pink flooded her cheeks. He reached behind her to grab some useless decorative pillows and tossed them on the floor in front of them. Drawing a big circle around the two of them with his finger, he said, “This is our fortress. Right here, from those pillows to the other side of the bed. In this fortress, you’re not a mom. You’re not a schoolteacher. The crap we’ve dealt with in the past doesn’t touch us here. The pain, the disappointment, the responsibilities—they all disintegrate when they hit the force field. You’re not anything but a woman—a half-naked woman, I happened to notice—and I’m not anything but a man who wants to please you.”
Looking emboldened, she shifted back on the bed and kneeled. He had to twist to face her.
“How do you feel about going down on a woman?” she asked, her voice hesitant.
“All in favor.”
Her brows shot up. “Really? You’re not just saying that? Because Greg—”
Gabriel made a sputtering noise, then a realistic-sounding explosion. “Hear that? That was Dickhead’s name dying a thousand deaths when it hit our force field.”
She chuckled, and every bit of his body throbbed as her breasts jiggled. Play time was over.
“Sit on your ass, legs forward,” he ordered.
She complied. He stood, grabbed her hips and slid her to the edge of the bed. Towering over her so she had to lean back and brace herself on her elbows, he nudged her long hair away from her breasts. “I want to see what happens to these beauties when I make you come.”
“Oh gosh.”
He gave her a mock ferocious look, an imitation of the expressions his technical sergeant used to give him for real. “The force field blocks morals and self-judgment, too. If at any point you feel like screaming out that I’m a bad-ass motherf*cker, you do it.”
Her head fell back, leaving her long neck exposed to his lips. “This is exactly what I wanted from you tonight, Bad-Ass Mother-Effer.”
He laughed against her hot, flushed skin, his hands clutching her hips hard as he tried to control himself. “We’ll work on that. Now pull your skirt up for me.”
She lifted her head, never breaking eye contact as she slowly tugged at the fabric. Inch by tantalizing inch, she revealed herself to him, but he couldn’t stop staring at her eyes, at the determination that had flared within her to do something so difficult for her—to take a little selfish time.
Her throat flexed as her skirt hit the tops of her thighs.
“More, Molly.”
She pulled it the rest of the way up until she’d exposed silky black panties covering the bits of her he grew desperate to taste. He slid his fingers beneath the fabric at her hips, and she lifted her ass to make the job easier. Slowly drawing them down her legs, he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Sweet, merciful God. She took his breath away. Her wanton, already-been-ravished-once pose made his cock so hard he was in real danger of exploding. “Molly, you’re so damn sexy.”
“You make me feel sexy.” Her words and her suddenly husky voice stole what remained of his self-control. He carefully lowered himself to his good knee on the floor in front of her. Gently pressing her legs apart, he slid his hands under her ass and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She was a delicacy, a treat just for him. He nuzzled her curls with his nose and breathed her in.
She exhaled a shuddering breath. “Gabriel.”
“You smell amazing.”
Her hands clutched the covers, and he realized she’d probably never heard that before. There was a good chance no one had taken the time to tell her how incredible her body was. Her breasts were lush, her thighs soft, and their apex… every word fled his brain except heaven.
His thumbs parted her and he took his first taste, teasing her with the tip of his tongue while her legs wrapped around his head, drawing him ever closer. He licked and sucked and ate at her with his mouth as his fingers slid inside. She was wet, so damn wet he nearly begged to be inside her. Her moans grew louder, more insistent. Her hips undulated and he clasped her cheeks, holding her ass still for his marauding mouth. Her breath caught in erotic gasps. She tipped her head back but stayed propped on her elbows so he could see her full breasts shivering with every shaky breath.
And then she broke apart.
“Gabriel!” Her whole body froze on a mouth-wide-open shout of release. Her inner muscles tightened, milking his fingers as he stroked and sucked her through her orgasm. A long orgasm. Longest orgasm he’d ever been on the giving end of.
When the waves stopped rolling through her, she collapsed onto the bed, her arms flailing, her hands covering her face as if she’d just survived the unsurvivable. She groaned, and he gentled his touch to help bring her down.
“Holy shit.”
He laughed, his breath hitting her silkiest skin. “Holy shit is right.”
On unsteady arms, she pushed herself up to half-sitting. Strands of hair clung to her glistening face and shoulders. “That was amazing. You have to let me do that for you.”