Gatekeeper by Debra Glass Page A

desperate.
    And as if in answer, his arms tightened around her. Suddenly, he was lifting her. His mouth found hers once more as he laid her on the bed. Releasing her mouth, he stood over her, his need glaringly obvious through his gray trousers. Jillian watched, breathless.
    He hastily shrugged off his suspenders and yanked his shirt off over his head. His body was lean and rippled with the muscles of a man who knew intense physical labor. An angry scar marred his left shoulder and Jillian felt a pang of compassion wash over her. She swallowed and allowed her gaze to move over the rest of him. His body tapered slightly to his waist. Sparse black down formed a line just below his bellybutton and disappeared into his trousers.
    He stared and with trembling fingers, unbuttoned his pants slowly, deliberately. Jillian was aware he looked at her but her gaze was riveted to where his hands deftly worked the buttons. Every nerve in her body was taut. Her breath froze in her lungs as he unhooked the last of them.
    He stopped just before he opened his fly. “Look at me, Jillian.”
    Reluctantly she lifted her gaze to his eyes.
    “Tell me you want this.”
    She swallowed. Her gaze flickered back to his gaping fly. She wanted to see the prize inside.
    “I want to be sure,” he said.
    Her gaze searched his.
    “Tell me.” It was a command.
    Her answer was to rip the sheet off her body and move to the edge of the bed. Impatiently, she seized his trousers in her hands and freed his burgeoning cock. She gasped at the sight of it. Beautiful, long and hard, emerging from a base of black, black curls. “I want it. Come here,” she said. “Come here…” Her voice trailed off as she took his thick phallus in her hand and then in her mouth. He tasted sweet and salty at the same time, masculine, warm. The way he filled her mouth elicited a moan from Jillian. She grasped one hard buttock to draw him closer.
    Long fingers burrowed into her hair. Husky pleas and groans emanated from deep inside him. His whole body shuddered and he whispered her name over and over. Jillian delighted in what she was doing to him. She had not realized how much she needed this—to feel his rock-solid hardness in her hands, to be able to please him. Throbbing, aching need swelled between her legs. Her pussy was wet. And ready. So ready.
    She tore away from him to look into his clouded eyes. And then in shockingly unladylike language, she made it clear to him what she wanted him to do to her and where. “Make me come like you did in my dream.” She reached out and dragged him onto the bed with her as he kicked off his boots and trousers.
    A hard, sinewy thigh parted her legs and for a heartbeat his gaze locked with hers before she felt the swollen tip of his cock slide inside her. Immediately, spasms racked her body. She was coming. Hard.
    Mindless, she was aware only of his hard, steady thrusting and wave upon wave of pleasure spiraling through her body. Her nails scraped down his back, her fingertips finding a curiously rough scar at the base of his rib cage. He arched above her, pulling out only to come down full length inside her cunt once more. She cried out his name and met his fluid motions with matching intensity. For this one moment, he was real and solid and in her arms and she was thoroughly, utterly sated.
    Undulating inside her, he pushed himself up far enough to look into her eyes. His mouth pulled into a onesided grin. “That didn’t take long.” He looked pleased with himself. Extremely pleased.
    A blush infused Jillian’s cheeks. “I can’t say the same for you.”
    He laughed. The sound of it was rich and sexy. “I’m not through with you yet.”
    The fact that she’d just been called by her sister’s wouldbe killer was quickly slipping from her thoughts. “No?”
    He shook his head. “No,” he whispered and slanted his head to kiss her. His teeth nipped her lips. A thumb and forefinger found her nipple. Jillian arched. Her moans