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A wave of relief washed over Audrey at his admission, quickly followed by a surge of desire. His words were raw, honest, and they sparked a fire in her that went straight to her core.
“So, stop trying,” she whispered, then closed the distance between them, capturing his lips with hers.
His hand tightened in her hair as he deepened the kiss, pulling her up so she could straddle his lap. She snaked her arms around his neck, bringing their bodies flush against each other. The kiss was hungry, urgent, and it stoked a desire within both of them that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.
She arched into his touch, a sigh escaping her as she rocked her hips, teasing him with her heat, her wet desire. Leaning forward, she nipped his earlobe. “Don’t resist me, Gabe.”
He pulled back and studied her for a moment, those intense eyes burning into hers. He seemed to be weighing the decision internally, the conflict clear on his face as he wrestled with his own self-imposed rules and regulations.
Her stoic, stubborn, ceaselessly honorable SEAL.
But oh, how she hoped he’d break those rules just this once. For her.
“Dammit, Audrey,” he growled, then, without another word, crushed his mouth to hers.
She felt it then, the surrender in his touch, the release of control he had fought so studiously to uphold. The feel of his lips on hers, desperate and giving, sent a thrill of victory coursing through her veins.
She’d made the unyielding Gabe Bristow yield, even if just for this stolen moment.
CHAPTER 19
Audrey pulled her dress over her head. He wasn’t the only one going commando under his clothes, and his gaze latched onto her naked breasts. He moistened his lips as if he wanted to bend over and taste her, so she threaded her fingers into his hair and urged his head down.
Oh, yes.
He used his teeth to tug her nipple to a point and groaned in a half-desperate sound. Shocks of pleasure zinged from her breasts to the spot she really wanted him to kiss, the place between her legs that was already soaked for him.
“Gabe,” she breathed, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he lavished attention on one breast and then the other. His touch was exquisite and torturously slow. She wanted more. She wanted him.
He must have sensed her increasing need because he caught her mouth again in a hot, hungry kiss and stood, his fingers digging into her ass as she wrapped her legs tight around his middle. He had such big, masculine hands. They felt delicious on her flesh. She wanted them touching her everywhere.
He turned and dumped her on the mattress. She bounced and laughed until?—
God, that expression on his face. He stood beside the bed, breathing hard, his lips swollen from their kiss, his hooded eyes drinking her in like he wanted to devour every inch of her.
Yes, yes, yes, she wanted to shout, but her breath stalled in her lungs. She shifted on the bed, letting her knees drop apart, allowing him to look his fill. And he did, studying her with a hot intensity that she’d never seen on another man’s face before. If she were a match, his gaze alone would have set her aflame.
His breath hitched as his gaze dropped to the apex of her thighs. A low growl sounded from his throat as he unfastened his jeans, letting them slide down his muscular legs. She bit her lip at the beautiful sight he made, all hard muscle and raw masculinity.
“Gabe,” she whispered. His golden eyes flicked up to meet hers. She held out her arms. “Please. I want you.”
Something stirred behind his eyes as he stepped out of his jeans and sank into a crouch at her feet. Reverence. Desire.Maybe a little fear.
She still wore her sandals, and he kissed her toes as he unbuckled each and tossed them aside. Then he kissed his way up her body until he’d explored every exposed inch of her. Every whisper of his lips against her skin was a sweet promise.
Her fingers curled into his shoulders, the anticipation building with each teasing touch. When he finally hovered over her, his body heat searing into her skin, she hooked a leg around his hip, pulling him closer. The tip of his cock brushed against her sensitive folds, eliciting a low moan from both of them. Desire coiled tight in her belly, demanding release.
“Gabe…”
There. He was right there at her entrance and still resisting, damn him. She dug her heels into his butt and lifted herself so that he had no choice but to fill her. Hard.
He growled, a deep, guttural sound that sent shivers down her spine. There was a delicious moment of resistance before he slid home, filling her with an intensity that left her gasping. His grip on her hips was tight, holding her in place as he stilled, buried deep inside her.
The quiet was almost deafening as they caught their breaths, eyes locked in a connection that went beyond the physical. She found herself getting lost in his golden gaze, seeing the raw passion and barely restrained control that was so quintessentially Gabe. The sensation of him inside her, so close yet still holding back, was an exquisite torture she hadn’t anticipated.
“God, Audrey,” he murmured, his voice strained with desire. He pulled back slightly, then thrust forward again in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
Gabe was all control, each movement calculated to draw the utmost pleasure from her. She met him thrust for thrust, letting the building crescendo of desire wash over her in pulsing waves. She ran her hands down his back, feeling the play of muscles under his skin, the unyielding strength of him.
