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Her legs fell apart then she wrapped them around him and arched a little as he reached underneath her, pushing her up against his questing mouth.
She sucked in her breath and didn’t release it as her body began ascending to its orgasm.
‘No,’ she managed to croak, by which she meant,I want you inside me...
If she hadn’t been as weak as a kitten, helpless in the face of this deluge of physical sensation, she might have done a little more than just moan and whimper as her movements under him became more frantic. And then she was toppling over the edge, crying out as she climaxed in long, shuddering spasms against his mouth.
‘Not fair,’ she managed to gasp as he drew up so that he was once more kissing her. She could taste herself on his mouth. If felt wildly, wildly decadent.
‘Don’t worry.’ Gabriel heaved himself up on both arms only to bend so that he could nuzzle the slender curve of her neck. ‘We’re not nearly finished yet.’
He wasn’t lying. He had stamina and he was intent on pleasuring her.
He was a considerate lover, barely thinking about himself as he stroked and teased her body back to a place where she was hot for him all over again, and this time he didn’t take her over the edge. This time, he reached for the protection he had flung onto the bedside table and levered himself up so that he could carefully roll it on.
Abby could barely contain her excitement as he entered her, slowly at first, stretching her because he was so big, but their bodies couldn’t have been more fashioned for one another. Her wetness embraced him and, as he thrust deeper and harder into her, a whole new world of physical satisfaction opened up.
She couldn’t get enough and she urged him on, her body gradually moving in perfect tempo with his until they were as one.
She felt him climax just as she felt herself come undone once again. She cried out, arching against him, her small breasts pushing up, her whole body bathed in perspiration.
Her orgasm seemed to go on for ever, until finally she was utterly and totally spent and she sagged like a rag doll, eyes closed, cheeks flushed.
She was aware of him easing himself off her. She could have slept for England. Gabriel, meanwhile, left the bedroom and acute disappointment seized her when she thought that he might have vanished off to change so that he could go downstairs and resume work. He didn’t strike her as the sort who enjoyed pillow talk, but she would have loved to talk, talk and talk, if only she weren’t so sleepy.
Abby kept her eyes shut and reminded herself that this was a little fling and it was all about the sex. Lord knew, if the situation hadn’t been what it was, they would never have ended up in bed together.
Tender gestures and intimate conversation wouldn’t feature highly on the agenda.
She knew that he’d left the bathroom, but rather than witness his disappearing act she kept her eyes closed. They flew open fast enough when she felt herself being picked up as though she weighed nothing.
‘Don’t think you’re going to fall asleep on me,’ he chuckled, walking with her to the bathroom and nudging the door open with his foot.
‘What are you doing?’
‘I’m going to give you a bath.’
Abby looked at him and laughed. She dropped a kiss briefly on his mouth and fought down the dangerous thought that this was just perfect.
‘I thought you were getting changed and then heading downstairs to get some work done,’ she confessed, eyes popping when she saw the luxurious bubble bath he had run for her.
‘You won’t be getting rid of me quite so easily.’ Gabriel lowered her into the water as gently as if she were a piece of china, and then he stood back to contemplate his handiwork with satisfaction before getting in to join her. ‘We’re engaged...remember? There’s nothing more I want to do than have you glued to my side.’
And then what?Abby thought distractedly, because he was manoeuvring her so that she had her back to him and he could begin soaping her.What,she thought,happens then?
CHAPTER EIGHT
SPRAWLEDOUTONone of the chairs by the pool, it struck Gabriel that he hadn’t actually done this since his grandmother had moved to the villa years ago. He’d visited, he’d eaten meals in the kitchen served by his grandmother’s daily housekeeper, he’d taken her out on countless occasions—but he’d never sat by the pool in a pair of swimming trunks, relaxing.
In his world, relaxing usually involved women, and sex was always on the menu. And, relaxing though that situation was, it was too much like a carefully crafted game to be completely relaxing.
There was a woman now. Sex was most definitely on the menu. In fact, just thinking about her was rousing a libido that had been on red alert ever since he and Abby had decided to turn their fake relationship into something rather more substantial.
Gabriel grinned and shifted, already looking forward to getting into bed with her later.
But this didn’t feel like the usual carefully crafted game. Which was why he could sit here, without a computer in sight and with his mobile phone in the bedroom, andkick back.
It felt good. Novel. He was doing what millions of people did and took for granted when they went on holiday, yet for him it felt like he was exploring a brave, new world.
