illuminated from the inside.
Sebastian leaned forward and placed a kiss on the curve of her shoulder. Gabrielle looked over her shoulder at him, a slight smile turning up her lips. She looked like a painting, her gown half off, her hair unbound and loose, the candlelight reflecting off all that exposed skin. Their gazes locked, and the teasing glint in hers turned into something sensuous that held promises of things he had tried to forget over the past months but had been unable to.
He trailed his finger down her back, his fingers tracing each bump of her spine. She shivered. He looked away to press another kiss to the base of her neck and followed his fingers with his lips.
In the morning he would regret this, just as he had the last time, but morning was far away, and Gabrielle was right here, and his cock hurt so damn bad.
“Sei bella,”
he whispered in her native language.
You are beautiful.
She lay back with a smile so that he was looking upside down at her.
“Baciami,”
she said.
Kiss me.
He lowered his head but paused just before their lips touched. She smiled up at him. “You are teasing me.”
“I am savoring you.”
Her smile faltered and she blinked. “You undo me, Sebastian Addison.”
“As you undo me.” Therein lay the problem of Gabrielle Marciano. She undid him. Made him feel out of control when he’d always been the one in control. “Ah, Gabby. What am I to do with you?”
She touched his cheek, her deep eyes serious. “You are going to make love to me, and you will not regret it in the morning.”
She knew him too well. He knew that wasn’t going to stop him. He would make love to her, but he couldn’t promise he would not regret it. Why she made him feel this way, he didn’t know. He’d bedded many women in his past, but none had made him feel as out of control.
She arched a brow. “Contemplating the world’s problems?”
“Right now you are my world, and you are a problem.”
“No problems tonight, Sebastian. Just us. Nothing else. No traitors. No Office of Intelligence. Nothing but us.”
Seven months ago he’d thought it would be that simple, until she invaded his mind and he found himself thinking of her when he should have been thinking of other things. To him, that was unacceptable.
Her fingers trailed down his jaw to touch his lips. “Promise me.”
“I promise.” Because he was powerless not to. She enthralled him. Bewitched him. And while it scared the hell out of him, his will was nothing compared to her siren call.
“Baciami,”
she breathed.
Her arm wound around his neck, pulling him closer as she arched her back into their kiss. When they broke apart, her eyes glowed and her lips were wet and rosy. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered.
“How’s your arm?” he asked, deliberately ignoring her last statement because he couldn’t go there. Not yet. Possibly not ever.
“It hurts like the devil, but I will live.”
“We’ll try not to jostle it overmuch.”
“Somehow I don’t think I will care.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m indestructible. Come here.” With surprising strength, she pulled him down with her good arm until he turned himself around and was lying on top of her. He groaned and forced his body to remain still so he wouldn’t grind his erection into her and end it all before it even began. He’d dreamed of this for so long. Too many times he’d woken from erotic dreams of her pressed against him. Too many times he’d been so disappointed to awaken and find his hips pumping into nothing but a mirage.
She pulled him down with more force than he would have given her credit for, and kissed him as if she were giving him her last breath. He fell willingly into her and into the kiss, and damn if it didn’t feel right. Complete. She made him feel complete, and he knew that what he’d been missing the past seven months was a part of him that she had kept with her after he walked away. She was a thief, stealing
Sebastian leaned forward and placed a kiss on the curve of her shoulder. Gabrielle looked over her shoulder at him, a slight smile turning up her lips. She looked like a painting, her gown half off, her hair unbound and loose, the candlelight reflecting off all that exposed skin. Their gazes locked, and the teasing glint in hers turned into something sensuous that held promises of things he had tried to forget over the past months but had been unable to.
He trailed his finger down her back, his fingers tracing each bump of her spine. She shivered. He looked away to press another kiss to the base of her neck and followed his fingers with his lips.
In the morning he would regret this, just as he had the last time, but morning was far away, and Gabrielle was right here, and his cock hurt so damn bad.
“Sei bella,”
he whispered in her native language.
You are beautiful.
She lay back with a smile so that he was looking upside down at her.
“Baciami,”
she said.
Kiss me.
He lowered his head but paused just before their lips touched. She smiled up at him. “You are teasing me.”
“I am savoring you.”
Her smile faltered and she blinked. “You undo me, Sebastian Addison.”
“As you undo me.” Therein lay the problem of Gabrielle Marciano. She undid him. Made him feel out of control when he’d always been the one in control. “Ah, Gabby. What am I to do with you?”
She touched his cheek, her deep eyes serious. “You are going to make love to me, and you will not regret it in the morning.”
She knew him too well. He knew that wasn’t going to stop him. He would make love to her, but he couldn’t promise he would not regret it. Why she made him feel this way, he didn’t know. He’d bedded many women in his past, but none had made him feel as out of control.
She arched a brow. “Contemplating the world’s problems?”
“Right now you are my world, and you are a problem.”
“No problems tonight, Sebastian. Just us. Nothing else. No traitors. No Office of Intelligence. Nothing but us.”
Seven months ago he’d thought it would be that simple, until she invaded his mind and he found himself thinking of her when he should have been thinking of other things. To him, that was unacceptable.
Her fingers trailed down his jaw to touch his lips. “Promise me.”
“I promise.” Because he was powerless not to. She enthralled him. Bewitched him. And while it scared the hell out of him, his will was nothing compared to her siren call.
“Baciami,”
she breathed.
Her arm wound around his neck, pulling him closer as she arched her back into their kiss. When they broke apart, her eyes glowed and her lips were wet and rosy. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered.
“How’s your arm?” he asked, deliberately ignoring her last statement because he couldn’t go there. Not yet. Possibly not ever.
“It hurts like the devil, but I will live.”
“We’ll try not to jostle it overmuch.”
“Somehow I don’t think I will care.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m indestructible. Come here.” With surprising strength, she pulled him down with her good arm until he turned himself around and was lying on top of her. He groaned and forced his body to remain still so he wouldn’t grind his erection into her and end it all before it even began. He’d dreamed of this for so long. Too many times he’d woken from erotic dreams of her pressed against him. Too many times he’d been so disappointed to awaken and find his hips pumping into nothing but a mirage.
She pulled him down with more force than he would have given her credit for, and kissed him as if she were giving him her last breath. He fell willingly into her and into the kiss, and damn if it didn’t feel right. Complete. She made him feel complete, and he knew that what he’d been missing the past seven months was a part of him that she had kept with her after he walked away. She was a thief, stealing
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