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With a gleeful smile, I grabbed the whisky bottle and poured it over his groin. Gabe hissed through his teeth.

My grin widened. “Stings, doesn’t it?”

His only reply was a strangled moan.

I set the bottle down on the floor and moved on top of him. The whisky had settled in between the ridges of his six-pack, and I licked it off eagerly, sucking it into my mouth. Meeting his eyes, I drew my tongue in a long line across his abdomen.

Who am I?

I didn’t care, though. This was the most exciting thing I’d ever done, and it wasn’t over yet. Scooting lower, I bent down and took him in my mouth. The luxurious, smoky taste of the whisky competed with his velvety soft skin.

A deep, wrenching moan tore from his throat. I smiled and made a humming noise that made him groan more.

I was considering grabbing the bottle again when he abruptly sat up. He ran his hands under my arms and lifted me. “Come here. I can’t wait.”

I laughed softly as he pushed me onto my back, but he remained serious. After crawling to his pants, he took a condom out of his wallet. He placed the wrapper in his mouth, ripped it open with one hand, and rolled it on. Watching him was intensely arousing. Meeting my eyes, he stretched out on top of me and gave me a hard, bruising kiss.

I parted my legs, and he reached between us. “No more waiting. I need to be inside you. Now.”

As he entered me in a slow, steady motion, we groaned in unison. Our mouths came together in a wet, hard meeting of flesh. After pulling back, he pounded into me. I slid my hands to his ass, urging him on. He responded with another rough thrust.

We were raw passion and power coming together for the first time.

I was on a razor’s edge between pain and pleasure, and it was divine. I ran my hands over his back, surprised to find it slick with sweat. The smoky scent of fine scotch whisky enveloped us, and Gabe’s breathing got deeper and rougher. He made a growling noise I’d never heard from him before.

I shifted position, opening wider.

“Oh my God, yes,” he said against my lips and thrust even faster. Harder. He filled every possible portion of me. Fiery, liquid heat pulsed through me, rising again.

Finally, he wrenched his mouth from mine and buried his face next to my neck. He froze all over, calling out into the flickering candlelight.

I closed my eyes and met him measure for measure.

Chapter Seventeen

Gabe

After I awoke,I only needed a moment to recognize where I was. Dim light filtered through the blinds, casting my old bedroom in dim light. Reaching over my head, I stroked my hand across the headboard.

Then I broke into a wide, smug grin.

I might not have been happy about leaving the bed behind, but I’d returned in style. I constructed the solid-wood bed six months ago but had never slept in it.

Well, that sure changed.

I glanced to my left, but the other side of the bed was empty, the covers flipped back. “Damn, she gets up early.”

Then again, April had to work today. I knew that because I wrote her schedule. The only thing on my agenda was picking up Hailey at 8:00 a.m. at her friend’s. Her sleepover was the only reason I’d been able to spend the night.

My grin fell.We need to talk about that. How this is going to work.

The physical part had worked spectacularly. I’d never experienced anything close to what we’d shared on that rug.

After we’d finished, I’d had an overpowering urge to sleep with April in the bed. To hold her in my arms. I’d risen to my feet and held my hand out to her. “Come on. The bed will be more comfortable.”

We crawled in together, and April had fit herself around me, resting her head on my chest.

“I wasn’t planning on having a man in my bed, you know,” she said quietly.

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