Page 45 of Hot in the City
Sinead kissed him deeper, tasting him, putting all of herself out there for the taking. No holding back, no regrets. She wanted him to know this was special.
He broke the kiss and shifted beneath her, groaning, as he began to push against her. She gasped when her inner muscles tightened, and a wave of hot pleasure scorched her very bones.
Gabriel moved to caress her breasts with his large hands, circling and teasing the hard peaks of her nipples. One hand drifted lower, sweeping over the curve of her stomach, then he reached the golden curls at the apex of her thighs. He stroked her, smooth and gentle. But driving her wild.
Oh, God. Yes, yes, yes.
The wave of sensation crashed over her with a rush, overwhelming her senses.
“Gabriel!” Her cry, his name, melded together.
She closed her eyes and rode her climax. Then she stilled, holding onto him. Blissful closeness.
Shudders passed through her as Gabriel thrust up into her, gripping her hips. Deep and strong, he moved inside her again and again, then kissed her mouth. He wasn’t gentle now. He was ferocious. He claimed her with every movement.
She gasped into his kiss as he tasted and teased her, his tongue tangling with hers. She was so close to the edge again, she could taste it. She groaned as he bit her lower lip.
“Say my name again.” More an order than a request. So demanding. It was extremely hot.
“Gabriel. Oh, yes.”
Her short gasp became something more when he thrust into her, hard. Gabriel’s ragged shout of release spurred her on, bringing new pleasure. Breaking waves wracked her system, crash after crash. Then the tide slowly receded.
She fell against him, kissing across his strong shoulder, relishing his warmth and the clean scent of soapy man. His hands still gripped her hips, but he drew soft circles across her skin with his thumbs.
He went still and rested there, and there was nowhere in the world she would have preferred to be. Only with him, in his arms.
This was the moment. She had to tell him. “Gabriel, I have to tell you something important.”
“Hmm.” He hummed against her neck. He was so relaxed, probably half asleep after all their activity.
She cleared her dry throat. “I’m...pregnant. We’re going to have twins, actually.”
She felt rather than saw the tension return in his body. He was stiff as a board suddenly, and not in a fun way.
Oh, shite. She’d misjudged this so badly. This was supposed to be a happy moment, but she’d only succeeded in freaking him out. Surely, she could salvage things?
She took a deep breath and blundered on, explaining as best she could. “I’d been feeling queasy for a few weeks. My breasts were sore and I was tired all the time. I thought I’d better have a check up with my doctor, but I didn’t want to worry you. She thinks I mis-timed taking my mini-pill sometimes, so it didn’t work properly.” She kept her eyes on him as best she could, but he buried his face in her hair. “I’m only about ten weeks along.”
She felt him nod against her neck. Then Gabriel pushed away from her, lifting her off his lap so she sat back further in the bath. Water droplets splashed across her stomach and breasts, chilling her skin, goosebumps rising. She could have wept with the loss of him.
His face had gone slack. If she hazarded a guess, she’d say he was completely shell-shocked.
Her own forehead muscles pinched tight. “What’s wrong? That was...special. I didn’t mean to just blurt out my news like that.”
“Special? Yeah. Sure.” His tone was flat and he wouldn’t meet her eyes. He nodded, absently.
She stayed silent as he rose from the tub. He was careful stepping onto the wet floor. He slowly moved away from the tub, then sensibly wrapped a towel around his waist. What they’d just done hadn’t been careful or sensible. It was mad and wild and everything amazing, but not a good idea for two people who had a secret hanging between them.
She should have known better. She should have talked to him already. She should have made herself be brave, before they even got on the plane for this getaway.
Turning his back to her, he let out a long, ragged breath and ran his hands through his messy hair.
She didn’t like his mood change, not one bit. “Gabriel, talk to me. Please.”
“It’s all good, Irish. All good.” He leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead, then turned and walked straight out of the room without saying another word.
The door clicked shut, and she bit her lip. She stared at the door for what seemed like an hour. Then the sound of the front door of their hotel room closing with a solid bang, made her flinch.
