Page 33 of A Diamond Deal with Her Boss
‘There’s no chance of crossed wires,’ Abby murmured unsteadily.
‘No, we’re on the same page. We may not be in Las Vegas, but what happens here stays here. Then we go back to London and we return to reality. It’s as easy as that. But, if you have any doubts, then I’ll respect that and you won’t have to fear that I’ll make a nuisance of myself.’
‘I know you’d never do that.’
‘I’d even take the floor.’
‘No, you wouldn’t,’ she said wryly and Gabriel burst out laughing.
‘See?’ he teased huskily. ‘You know me better than anyone. We go into this with our eyes wide open and, trust me, I’ll take you places you’ve never even dreamed about.’
‘You’re so arrogant, Gabriel.’
He didn’t answer. Instead, he cut off anything else she might have been thinking of saying. He was fed up with chat.
Abby was pressed back as his mouth hit hers in a hungry, greedy, demanding kiss that took her breath away. She clasped his shoulders, digging her short nails into his skin and rearing up to meet his devouring kiss. Tongue melded with tongue and, as he kissed her, he dispensed with the cocoon of sheets and blankets in which she had encased herself.
Abby was aware of bed linen slipping off the bed, being kicked to the side as he positioned himself over her, straddling her without removing his mouth from hers.
Wild with desire, she opened her legs, wrapped them around his thighs and groaned into his mouth when she felt the rock-hard bulge of his desire. Every forbidden fantasy, all those fantasies she hadn’t admitted evento herself,exploded in a burst of desire that brought a surge of heat between her legs. She squirmed against him, and he reared up and looked down at her.
She was beautiful. Exquisite. Not in the obvious, ‘if you’ve got it, flaunt it’kind of way of the women he had dated in the past, and not in the rake-thin, all legs and jutting cheekbones way that Lucy had had. She was slender, soft and irresistible in the way she looked at him, wide eyed andwanting,but trying to resist being obvious about it.
The sexy little nightgown was every which way and he hooked his fingers at the hem and gently tugged it up. As soon as it was over her head, she folded her arms across her breasts and looked to one side, blushing furiously and breathing hard.
Very gently he unfolded her arms and pinned them to her sides. He had to close his eyes and breathe in deeply because the impact of those naked breasts on him was like nothing he had felt before.
Stunning.
Her breasts were small, round and pert, with nipples that were big for the size of them and very well-defined.
He linked his fingers through hers, spread her arms wide and lowered himself to her breasts.
The ache in his groin was suffocating. He wanted to take her, forget about the foreplay, but he wasn’t going to do that because something in him was propelling him to take his time, to be gentle, to give her the space truly to open up to him.
He nuzzled the soft, pale orbs, latched onto one pulsing nipple and suckled, drawing it into his mouth, enjoying the way she moved, sighed and writhed underneath him. He drew back and then devoted time to her other nipple, nuzzling and taking his time, and only finally releasing one hand so that he could play with her between her legs, feel her wetness through the sexy knickers and then, sliding his hand underneath them, through the skimpy underwear.
Abby gasped. She was bombarded by racing sensations in every part of her body. She felt faint when she glanced down to see his dark head at her breast.
He looked up, caught her eye and moved to cover her mouth with his. Touching him was a journey of discovery, aforbiddenjourney, and her fingers trembled as she traced the back of his neck and then the muscular cords of his shoulder blades as he continued to kiss her.
‘You surprised me with your choice of underwear...’ he broke apart to say.
Abby blushed. ‘Did you think I might wear granny knickers?’
‘Your choice of work gear doesn’t advertise someone wild and daring underneath.’
‘You’re accustomed to women who let it all hang out.’
‘More fool me. I’m finding that I like the element of surprise. Silk and lace...nice...erotic. Do I make you feel erotic?’
‘Gabriel!’
‘I’ve always liked the way my name sounds on your lips,’ he murmured, nipping her ear gently. ‘When you sayGabriel, all sorts of enticing images enter my head. Throw in the unexpected nightwear, and I’m an engine revving to hit the tracks.’
‘The nightwear’s only unexpected because it’s on me and you’ve never got past thinking of me as someone whose dress code is all about looking right for an office. There have been times when I’ve smiled thinking of what you were looking at on the outside and what was underneath.’
‘Well, well, well... The things we discover about one another... I’d never have guessed...’
