Page 145 of You Only Love Twice
Of course. A laugh vibrated in his chest. Only Gemma would wear such a frivolous thing where no one could see it. A little touch of naughtiness only she would ever be aware of.
Or perhaps she'd meant for him to see it.
To always wonder what she wore beneath her gown from now on.
"You're beautiful."
The sight of her naked body was enough to ruin what was left of his control. She'd been made for a man's gaze, all creamy skin and rounded curves. An hourglass in shape and form. Unbound, the lush sway of her breasts were large enough to overflow his hands. Her body was an odd mix of hard muscle and soft, soft flesh. Without her daily training, she'd have been voluptuous.
Gemma bit her lip, as he trailed his fingers down over her throat and breasts. "You are not so hard on the eyes yourself. There's just one little problem...." Her finger snagged in the waistband of his trousers. "You're dressed and I'm not."
"Then remove them."
"It will be my pleasure," she purred, as she bent to unsnap his buttons. Gemma worked her way down his body with sinuous appeal, her feline eyes glinting with a dare as she pressed kisses down the center of his abdomen.
Intention sparked in her eyes as inched her hand into his pants and curled her fingers around his cock.
There was something about watching her head lower, that small tongue darting out to tease the smooth skin at the base of his erection, that made his ass clench and a shiver work its way up his spine.
He didn't dare breathe.
He couldn't move.
All he could do was watch as Gemma's lashes flickered up and she met his gaze, her hand twisting, stroking, driving him bloody crazy.
"Are you trying to torture me?" he gasped.
"Is it working?"
He had the brief, startled thought this was supposed to be about her. About pleasing her, making love to her, making her scream....
Somehow she'd turned the tables on him.
She always does.
"I'm fairly certain... I was meant to be... making love toyou."
"Oh, pish. You've been in control the entire time. Now it’s my turn." She pressed a kiss to the soft skin of his groin, dangerously close to where he wanted her mouth. "Oh, and Dmitri, I fully intend to make you suffer the way you made me suffer."
"You have no idea how much it hurt to keep my hands off you."
"It wasn't your hands I was worried about."
Obsidian swallowed as her hair dragged over the sensitive tip of his erection, followed by the heated clasp of her mouth. Gemma never had been shy. She swallowed him whole, the wet lash of her tongue stroking the sensitive arrow beneath the head of his cock, teasing him mercilessly—
Somehow his hands were in her hair, and he thrust up into her throat as he eased her down. The hot, wet clasp of her mouth drove all rational thought from his mind. He was losing himself, inch by inch, the base of his spine tingling as her mouth did wicked things to his cock.
"Up," he commanded, wrapping her hair around his fist and drawing her up.
Her wet lips met his, but he had no intention of stopping there. Cupping her ass, he hauled her astride him, her thighs clamping around his narrow hips.
"Dima," she gasped, as he thrust up into her wet heat, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth glide.
Tighter and hotter than her mouth. Dangerously addictive.
Obsidian held her against his chest, the fingers of one hand stroking the base of her skull as he fought to regain his equilibrium, the other toying with the lace of her garter.
But she was having none of that.
