Italian Stallions by Karin Tabke, Jami Alden Page B

that what she was doing was good, because it was what she wanted. It was time to drop the stigma of the Madonna. She wanted sex, and she wanted it with Gabe. If he rejected her this time, she would die of shame.
    Nervously, she unbuckled his belt. Gabe grabbed her hand and looked deeply into her eyes. “You sure?”
    “Yes. I want you, Gabe. Here. Now.”
    “Why me?”
    Without hesitation she said, “I trust you not to hurt me.”
    Gabe swallowed. Shit!
    He reached up and rubbed his knuckles across her cheek. Then he grinned. “I won’t hurt you, but I’m not a choir boy when it comes to sex.”
    Gianna leaned down and nipped at his chest. “Yeah, I’m counting on that.”
    Gabe rolled her over on the desk. He looked down into her big eyes. “Last chance to change your mind.”
    She shook her head and arched her breasts against him. He growled and buried his face into her high cleavage. His hands cupped her and squeezed; his lips sucked a nipple through her bra. “God, I love your tits.”
    Gianna ran her hands up the hard planes of his chest. “I love yours too.” And if he didn’t do something soon she was going to go up in flames she was so hot for him.
    Gabe slowly slipped the straps of her black lacy bra down one shoulder, kissing its wake, then across the high swell of her mounds to the other side. He slid that strap down her shoulder, then reverently undid the front clasp and caught his breath when her breasts spilled warm and velvety into his waiting hands. Gianna arched into him, luxuriating in the feel of his hot mouth and tongue. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, and pulled him harder against her. His erection pressed firmly between her thighs, against her sensitive mound and she moaned, wanting more than pressure. She wanted penetration.
    Gabe slid his right hand down her belly, then farther, and looped his finger around the thin strap of her thong. He slid it down, one agonizing inch at a time.
    “Gia, you are so soft,” he murmured against her nipple. It hardened further. He flicked it with his tongue. His right hand moved lower, tracing light circles on her skin, getting closer to where she so desperately wanted him.
    He slid a finger across her hooded clitoris. Gianna gasped. “Gabe, don’t wait.”
    “Oh, no, Gianna, we’re going slow.” He kissed her belly button. “Slower.” He nuzzled the inside of her thigh and nipped her skin. “And slowest.” He licked her slit, deep, long, and slow. Gianna came off the desk. She squeezed her eyes closed and let her muscles relax as she allowed her body to be consumed by Gabe’s voracious mouth and tongue. She threw her head back and opened her legs wider, giving him full access to her. He made her feel so, so incredibly delicious; she had no words to describe it. She never expected she would lose her virginity this way or to a man she barely knew, but she had no doubts that Gabe was the man she wanted.
    Gabe spread her lips with his thumbs, running his tongue in swirls across her straining clitoris. When he gently sucked it into his mouth, Gianna inhaled a deep breath. Her hands grabbed for something to hold on to. The only thing in reach was the edges of the desk. When Gabe slid a thick finger into her slickness, she came off the desktop again. He settled one hand on her thigh to keep her bucking body from moving off the table.
    Gianna moved hotly against his mouth and finger, her wantonness shocking her. Gabe moaned against her, his fingers digging into the skin of her thigh. “Jesus, Gianna,” he said against her throbbing pussy, “you are so sweet and so tight.” He looked up into her eyes. Gianna trembled. Her juice glistened on his lips, and his dark eyes were hooded with passion. His look was so intense, so possessive, he scared her for a moment.
    He must have read the fear in her eyes. He climbed over her and pushed up to kiss her nose. Gianna undulated against him. “Why did you stop?”
    “Are you afraid?”
    She shook her