Page 34 of A Diamond Deal with Her Boss
‘I haven’t discovered anything about you,’ Abby said on a hitched breath as his exploring hand found her damp crotch and began massaging her through the lacy material, which she had yet to remove.
‘That’s because you know everything there is to know already.’ He slipped his hand under the lace and stroked gently, rhythmically, until she was moaning and breathing fast.
Her thoughts became tangled. He was touching her, making her body sing, and right here, right now, he was no longer her boss and she was no longer his PA. He was a man, she was a woman and they were wildly attracted to one another. Abby had never thought about the power of lust because she had always assumed that it was just a sort of bonus with the bigger player, which was love. She had thought that she loved Jason. In retrospect, she had drifted into something that had felt comfortable, and had been more in love with the feeling of being in love than anything else.
Jason had held no surprises.
This man was all surprise. He was also teaching her what it felt like to be at the mercy of her body.
There was no common sense left in her when he touched her the way he was touching her now, sliding his fingers into her, teasing her until she wanted to scream.
She clung like a limpet, twisting and turning as he stroked and sent her pulses soaring into the stratosphere.
When he broke apart, she felt bereft.
‘Needs must,’ he said, sliding his legs over the side of the bed and standing up to reach for his wallet, which had hit the floor along with his trousers.
Abby could detect the unusually husky undertone, and she knew that he was as out of control as she was, although he was a lot better at camouflaging it.
That afforded her a surge of heady pleasure that this man, who could have any woman he wanted, might go weak forher.
She looked at him from under lowered lashes and her breath caught in her throat as he began removing the loose, cotton bottoms she assumed he had donned for the sake of decency.
He retrieved a condom from the wallet. She knew that without having actually seen him do it.
She was holding her breath and she exhaled very, very slowly as he was revealed to her in all his glory.
She sat up as he sauntered to the side of the bed and, before he could slide in to join her, she took him in her hands, caressed his impressive girth and then took him into her mouth and began sucking.
Her own daring shocked her. She stroked him with her tongue and felt his unsteadiness when he plunged his hand into her hair and guided her movements, his feet squarely planted, his breathing as raspy as hers.
‘That feels so bloody good,’ Gabriel said in a driven, strangled undertone. He’d died and gone to heaven. He could barely comprehend the level of pleasure she was giving him and, for the first time in his life, he knew that reluctantly he’d have to stop her from doing what she was doing or else it would be over between them all too soon.
He eased her off him and took a few moments to rescue some of his self-control, then he was in the bed with her before she could wreak more devastation.
‘You’re a witch,’ he growled, covering her body with his and kissing her until she was bucking and pulling him hard against her.
He wanted to take his time but his need to be sated was pulling him in a different direction. He wanted to bein her, thrusting and feeling her tightness around him.
Instead, he controlled the impulse, even though it took almost more will power than he had at his command.
He explored her body with his mouth. He returned to her breasts and lost himself in their soft perfection. He teased her stiffened nipple with the tip of his tongue and then suckled it until she was writhing under him.
He placed his big hand on her hip and then slid it along her thigh, all the while easing himself down her body, his mouth never breaking contact with her skin.
He luxuriated in the salty taste of her body. She was perspiring, just as he was, as hot as he was. He circled her belly button with his tongue and then moved lower, amused when she tried to snap shut her legs.
‘Gabriel!’ Abby squeaked breathlessly, and he raised his eyes to her and grinned.
‘Yes?’ he queried innocently. ‘Instructions? I don’t need any. I can find my way down all by myself...’
‘Somehow, this feels wicked.’
‘Naughty but nice? It’s going to be a whole lot better than nice. Trust me on that,cara.Once I start, you’re not going to want me to stop.’
And strangely, even though part of her brain was saying otherwise, she did trust him. She abandoned herself to an experience that felt shockingly and thrillingly intimate.
He settled between her legs and began to taste her with his tongue, licking, probing and teasing, and she groaned softly, wriggled and groaned again. She reached down and curled her fingers into his hair and, God, he was so right: she didn’t want him to stop because it felt so good.
