time, controlling my pleasure, knowing it would be better the longer it lasted. I gave control to him gladly, letting him rock my body. He knew just what to do to make me come like I never had.
He held my hip, pulling me toward him in time with his thrusts. I thrusted downward, meeting his movements with my own. The angle was heaven, allowing him to fill every inch of me while his hand roamed over my body. He wasn’t in any hurry, slowing screwing my brains out.
He pulled my head back, running his hand from my throat to my breasts, then back up. Possessing me. I was his. He slapped my butt once, twice. I cried out, moving faster against him. It was unlike me, but this was all unlike me. Getting hotter because he spanked me…who was he turning me into?
Before I knew it, I was crying out, one arm behind me to grip Gabriel’s neck as he sucked on anything his mouth could reach. I turned my head to meet his mouth with mine, and when I came again, my screams were muffled by his kiss. Then he thrusted once, twice more before stiffening and falling against me.
Holy hell , I thought as I gasped for breath. After the marathon we went through the night before, I would never have imagined being able to do it again like that. He was like a machine.
As much as I didn’t want to think along the lines of the future, I couldn’t help wondering where this left us. Where did he want his to go? After the sex we had, I knew I didn’t want to let him out of my life so easily. But I very much got the impression that he wasn’t the relationship type. I didn’t want to scare him off.
I shook myself mentally, wondering when I’d started thinking this way about this man. I couldn’t shake the feeling this was a bad idea.
Chapter 12
Gabriel
What was it about this girl? I couldn’t figure her out. Most women I could read from a mile away. They were always after something. Money, a good lay, whatever. Most of the time, if it was a lay, I was happy to give them what they wanted. This one was a puzzle.
One thing I knew for sure: I’d never met a woman like her. She was strong and fragile at the same time. She had no problem beating on me, punching me until she exhausted herself. She didn’t back down, no matter how many times I told her to. I had to admire her for that.
What surprised me most was what an animal she was in bed. That was another thing that set her apart. She was such a good girl on the outside, but when it came down to it, she had an appetite almost as big as mine was. That was saying something. We went all night, and she still seemed to want more. It was like I finally met my match.
I knew I should go home, like, as soon as I woke up. If this were any other woman in any other place, I would have gotten right out of bed and put on my clothes. She would have gotten a pat on the ass and a kiss on the cheek, then she would have been history. I never did more than a one-night stand or a casual fling with one of the club’s regular girls. That was as far as I was willing to go.
Except now, I wanted to stay. I wanted to touch her, see her, hear her voice. She was like some drug I was already addicted to. And she was dangerous, for sure. She had no idea how dangerous she could be.
No woman ever made pancakes for me the morning after we slept together, but that was exactly what Kat did. The smell of them, and of coffee, was what finally woke me up. I put my clothes on and stumbled downstairs, feeling like I ran a marathon. She’d kept me going all night. I couldn’t get enough.
When she heard me walk into the kitchen, just off the living room, she turned to me and smiled. Like she was happy to see me. When did that ever happen?
And it was like that all day. She was happy I was there. She didn’t hang over me. She just smiled, and chatted, and poured my coffee for me. She was a good cook—they were the best pancakes I ever had—and she was fun to be with. She made the morning nicer. Usually, I woke up and there
He held my hip, pulling me toward him in time with his thrusts. I thrusted downward, meeting his movements with my own. The angle was heaven, allowing him to fill every inch of me while his hand roamed over my body. He wasn’t in any hurry, slowing screwing my brains out.
He pulled my head back, running his hand from my throat to my breasts, then back up. Possessing me. I was his. He slapped my butt once, twice. I cried out, moving faster against him. It was unlike me, but this was all unlike me. Getting hotter because he spanked me…who was he turning me into?
Before I knew it, I was crying out, one arm behind me to grip Gabriel’s neck as he sucked on anything his mouth could reach. I turned my head to meet his mouth with mine, and when I came again, my screams were muffled by his kiss. Then he thrusted once, twice more before stiffening and falling against me.
Holy hell , I thought as I gasped for breath. After the marathon we went through the night before, I would never have imagined being able to do it again like that. He was like a machine.
As much as I didn’t want to think along the lines of the future, I couldn’t help wondering where this left us. Where did he want his to go? After the sex we had, I knew I didn’t want to let him out of my life so easily. But I very much got the impression that he wasn’t the relationship type. I didn’t want to scare him off.
I shook myself mentally, wondering when I’d started thinking this way about this man. I couldn’t shake the feeling this was a bad idea.
Chapter 12
Gabriel
What was it about this girl? I couldn’t figure her out. Most women I could read from a mile away. They were always after something. Money, a good lay, whatever. Most of the time, if it was a lay, I was happy to give them what they wanted. This one was a puzzle.
One thing I knew for sure: I’d never met a woman like her. She was strong and fragile at the same time. She had no problem beating on me, punching me until she exhausted herself. She didn’t back down, no matter how many times I told her to. I had to admire her for that.
What surprised me most was what an animal she was in bed. That was another thing that set her apart. She was such a good girl on the outside, but when it came down to it, she had an appetite almost as big as mine was. That was saying something. We went all night, and she still seemed to want more. It was like I finally met my match.
I knew I should go home, like, as soon as I woke up. If this were any other woman in any other place, I would have gotten right out of bed and put on my clothes. She would have gotten a pat on the ass and a kiss on the cheek, then she would have been history. I never did more than a one-night stand or a casual fling with one of the club’s regular girls. That was as far as I was willing to go.
Except now, I wanted to stay. I wanted to touch her, see her, hear her voice. She was like some drug I was already addicted to. And she was dangerous, for sure. She had no idea how dangerous she could be.
No woman ever made pancakes for me the morning after we slept together, but that was exactly what Kat did. The smell of them, and of coffee, was what finally woke me up. I put my clothes on and stumbled downstairs, feeling like I ran a marathon. She’d kept me going all night. I couldn’t get enough.
When she heard me walk into the kitchen, just off the living room, she turned to me and smiled. Like she was happy to see me. When did that ever happen?
And it was like that all day. She was happy I was there. She didn’t hang over me. She just smiled, and chatted, and poured my coffee for me. She was a good cook—they were the best pancakes I ever had—and she was fun to be with. She made the morning nicer. Usually, I woke up and there
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