Her Perfect Match (Liaison #1) (8 page)

He lathered his body before he hurried through his own shampoo and conditioning session.
 
When his hot gaze raked over her to see whether all of the soap was off, she felt as though fire licked her skin, and she reached a hand out to touch him.
 
He grasped her wrist in a gentle hold to prevent her from her goal, and used his other hand to shut off the water and snatch a towel from the rack.
 
His movements were jerky when he toweled her off, and then himself.
 
He led her to the bedroom and when he turned to face her, she breathed a sigh a relief.
 
She would now get to touch him.

“Can I taste you now?” she asked.

“I don’t know how long I’ll last.”
 
His words were clipped as he gritted his teeth.

She wanted to say that they had all the time in the world, but she bit her tongue.
 
Instead, she dropped to her knees; her need to touch him drove her without conscious thought.
 
Her hand held him with a light touch as she tilted the tip of his cock toward her mouth.
 
She moaned the moment she saw the pool of moisture at the tip; her tongue darted out and captured his essence, loving his taste.

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart.”

She wanted more.
 
More of his taste, everything that Gabriel could give her.
 
She licked the underside of his cock and loved the hiss that passed through his teeth.
 
After a few more strokes, she opened to take him in her mouth.
 
His groans and choked words encouraged her to continue, and when she wrapped her mouth and lips around his cock, she thought of nothing else.

His pleasure was her pleasure.
 

She could feel the slickness between her legs as she squeezed her thighs together, and moaned at the sensation.
 
The vibration caused another clipped curse to fly from his mouth.

She stopped to taste more of him and she knew, instinctively, that he was close to letting go.
 
She moved her mouth back down and with one last hard suck, his hands fisted in her hair as he roared his release.
 
He mumbled her name and tried to move her mouth away from him, but she ignored the pressure of his hand wrapped in her hair and instead focused on the taste of him that flavored her tongue.

As his breathing slowed, she savored the last of his taste, enjoying the feeling of being able to pleasure him.
 
She stood on shaky legs, trying to balance her body as it throbbed in pleasure, but he moved so fast that she was on her back before she realized what had happened.

“All those wasted years.”
 

She didn’t realize that she had spoken aloud until his eyebrow lifted.

His brows drew down, but she shook her head and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer for a kiss.
 
She could feel his damp, heated skin pressed to hers and she wanted him with a need that she couldn’t admit aloud.
 
She opened her thighs and felt his cock brush against her wetness, and it was her turn to hiss at the sensational feelings washing over her.

“Please, Gabriel, I need you inside me,” she panted.

He froze as the words left her mouth, and she wanted to cry out her frustration.
 
She wanted to beg him, plead with him to take her, but if he thought this was a mistake, she wouldn’t force him into it.
 
She closed her eyes as humiliation rushed through her, and let her arms drop to her side, waiting for him to move away from her.

“What did you mean about wasted years?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she choked out.

He grabbed her wrists with one hand and held them above her head.
 
He cupped her chin and forced her to look at him.
 

“What did you mean?” he growled.

She swallowed her fear and told him the truth.

“I’ve wanted you for years, since I first met you.”

Chapter Nine

Gabriel’s heart slammed in his chest at her admission.
 
Everything in him wanted to tell her that he’d thought of nothing else but her—in his bed, in his life—since he’d met her but his breath caught in his throat.
 
He looked down at Bec—her hair splayed over his pillow, and lying in his bed as he dreamed she would be since she came back into his life—and every sensible thought fled and rendered him mute.
 
He had no idea what he wanted to say, but he had to try.

“Bec, I—”

She shook her head.
 
“I didn’t tell you because I’m looking for a commitment.
 
I’m telling you because I need you to touch me.
 
Please, Gabriel.”

Every part of him rioted at her words.
 
Fuck that.
 
She was his and when his senses were clear and her naked body wasn’t pressed to his, he would let her know how much she meant to him.
 
Until then, he was going to pleasure her until they were both sated, and thoughts of leaving him were erased from her mind.

“I need you too, sweetheart.”

His mouth found hers and their kisses grew out of control within moments.
 
He loved when he felt her fingernails dig into his back, marking him as hers, and as he pulled his mouth from hers, he craved to do the same.
 

Out of control, his tongue trailed down her neck.
 
When he was close to her collarbone, he swept his tongue against the sensitive spot on her neck, drawing out moans that drove him crazy with lust and something deeper, something he couldn’t yet define.
 
His lips found the perfect spot at the bottom of her neck and hovered there as he reached between their bodies.
 
At the moment his fingers brushed over her clit, he sucked her skin into his mouth, hard.

His name on her lips as desire coated her throat made him want to drive into her, hard and deep.
 
With his lips on her throat, marking her as his, her raspy voice almost sent him over the edge with no thoughts other than pleasuring her, tasting her.
 

He released his mouth from her skin and growled aloud as he spotted his mark.
 
His cock twitched with anticipation but he ignored it; he wanted her pleasure before his.
 
He trailed kisses down her body, pausing to lave her nipples before he moved lower, to her soft belly, to her hips, and blew out a breath when he rested his mouth on her inner thigh.

Her chest was heaving, her fists clenched at the sheet near her head, and her eyes sparked with green flames.
 
As he caught and held her gaze, he leaned into her wetness and licked until it coated his tongue.

“Oh, yes,” she groaned.

She was so responsive to him; every lick, every touch had her close to coming apart in his arms.
 
He wondered how long it had been for her, but he growled, not wanting to think about any man touching her.
 
She was his.

His hands gripped her hips and slid her closer to his mouth.
 
He licked her again and again, drawing more moans and words of desire that he never thought he would hear from her beautiful lips.
 
He was becoming addicted to her taste, everything about her.
 

He wasn’t a novice when it came to pleasuring women.
 
He knew where they liked to be touched, how hard and soft.
 
Instead of demanding where to touch her, how to touch her, she laid back and trusted him with her body.
 
That, he thought, was sexy as hell.

As he sensed how close she was, he flicked his tongue against her clit—once, and then again—before he pressed his lips against her and sucked.
 
Just as her orgasm claimed her, he drove two fingers deep inside her, to extend her pleasure.
 
He groaned as he felt her tight muscles squeeze his fingers.
 
It was several minutes before he slid them out, enjoying the feeling of her muscles clenching, before sliding them deeper inside her.

After a few minutes, her breathing slowed and he pulled his fingers from her.
 
He licked her one more time, before he climbed up her body, brushing his cock against her core, until they were both panting.

“I love how you taste.”

She smiled at him.
 
“I love how you make me come.”

It was his turn to shiver.
 
“Sweetheart, I need to be inside you.”

Her response was to raise her hips; when her wetness brushed against his cock, he pressed her hips down with one hand.
 

With one thrust, he was deep inside her.

“So tight, so wet,” he groaned.

He captured her lips and kissed her with a longing that increased tenfold now that he was inside her.
 
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and kissed him back.
 
When her tongue swept inside his mouth and he captured her moan, his hips rose of their own accord.
 
He wanted to savor this moment, their first together, but he’d lost all control.
 
He slammed back inside of her with a desire that drove every rational thought out of his mind.

As he continued to plunder her mouth, his body and his desire had shaken their restraints, and he drove into her over and over.
 
She moaned into his mouth and held him closely to her body, but he needed more.
 
He shoved his hands underneath her ass, angling her body so she was as close to him as possible.
 
He lifted her hips to meet each of his downward thrusts, allowing him to drive even deeper into her.
 
Her moans drove him insane.

“Sorry…sweetheart.
 
I’ll make it up to you,” he panted.

“Just need you,” she cried as her head whipped from side to side.

His frantic thrusts had left him mindless with everything but the strong need to please her.
 
Soon, he felt her warm wetness wash over his cock and she screamed his name as her body came apart in his arms.
 
Fuck, he’d never felt anything like it.
 
As her inner muscles continued to pulse, he drove deep inside her and roared her name, as his release hit him with the force of a sledgehammer.

He gathered her in his arms and kissed her with all of the emotions he found nearly impossible to express, hoping that she was able to understand how deeply involved he was with her.
 
His muscles started to loosen when he felt another orgasm sweep through her.
 
He thrust into her twice more and held, extending her pleasure, until she fell back onto the bed, spent.

He rolled to his side and wrapped her against him.
 
His heart threatened to beat out of his chest as she laid her head on his shoulder.
 
Their breathing slowed as the silence between them stretched.
 
He had lost control with her, something he’d never come close to in his life.
 
Once he touched her with intent, everything flew from his mind but the instinct to claim her as his.

“Was I too rough?”

She tilted her head up until she captured his gaze in hers.
 
“No.
 
It was perfect.”
 

She cupped his cheek and kissed him, just a light, teasing kiss before she lay back down on his chest.
 

His arm tightened and pressed her closer to him.
 
He wanted her again, which was close to a miracle after having her pleasure him with her mouth and then her lush body, but he wanted to give her a chance to catch her breath.
 
As he lay back on the pillow and closed his eyes, he willed his body to relax.
 
He reveled in the fact that she was in his arms, and he planned to keep her there.

He heard her breath catch in her throat.
 
When he opened his eyes, she hovered over him as need darkened her heated gaze.

“Again?” she breathed.

Without conscious thought, he found himself on his knees.
 
He brought her close and brushed his mouth against her lips as he pulled her closer, but she fought against his grip and positioned herself on her hands and knees in front of him.
 
He sucked in a breath at the sight of her hair draped over one shoulder, and her back arched in a way that brought her rounded bottom close to his cock.
 
She looked back and when her tongue darted out and licked her lower lip, he was lost.

He ran his hands over the soft skin on her back and bottom before his hands gripped her hips.
 
With a growl, he surged inside and took a deep breath when he felt himself surrounded by her tight wetness.

“Oh, oh,” she moaned.

As he told himself to gather control of his need and his movements, she pushed her hips back and all thoughts evaporated.
 
He drove into her like a madman, and although her body clamped down on him and her channel was drenched in wet, hot heat, he berated himself for taking her so roughly.
 
Her cries and moans relieved some of his guilt, but it didn’t stop him from draping his body over her and marking her again, this time on her shoulder.
 
As his movements increased, so did the suction of his mouth, until she pushed back against him one final time and came apart in his arms.

“Yes, that’s it—come for me,” he growled.

“Gabriel!”

He enveloped her in his arms and squeezed her as he released deep inside of her, this time stealing his breath and left him with nothing but the feeling of her in his arms.
 
This was where she was meant to be, in his arms.

As fatigue set in, he laid her on her side.
 
He grabbed the comforter and pulled it over both of them before he reached for her, not relaxing until her back was pressed against his chest.
 
His leg intertwined with hers, and he draped his arm underneath her breasts and pulled her closer.
 
He could still hear her ragged breaths but she was relaxed in his arms.