Dangerous for You (5 page)

I moaned his name around his damp fingers, flicking my tongue against their length and mimicking what I’d do if I had another part of his anatomy within reach.

Gabriel moved his free hand lower and pressed his thumb against my tight rosette. Shocked and enamored with the new sensation, I flew apart with a strangled scream. Gabriel layered open-mouth kisses all along my mound as I shivered from violent aftershocks.

Gabriel gave me one last thorough lick before crawling back over me. I reached for him and hungrily kissed all traces of my sweetness from his full lips. With him cradled between my trembling thighs, I could feel Gabriel’s thick shaft pressed high against my leg.

“I want you.”

“Mmm, I want you too.”

“Get naked with me, Gabriel. Please?”

He stared at me through a heavy-lidded gaze. “You ask so sweetly. So sweetly, Emma.”

I heard the “no” before he said it. Sighing, I said, “But you’re going to have to decline.”

“Not decline, Emma. Postpone.”

“Why?” I cringed at the whine but wouldn’t take it back. “We’re here on this comfy bed and you know I’ve never been a member of the Mile-High Club. Wouldn’t you like to induct me?”

Gabriel buried his face in my neck. “You are temptress for sure, Emma.”

“Is that so bad?”

“I don’t want a quick tumble with you, baby.”

“Again, is that so bad?”

My lover considered my question and then shook his head. “You’re right. Screw it! Or rather you!” Gabriel swept the comforter back with one hand before positioning us both beneath it and the sheets. He bade me to keep my cries to a whisper, fearing that young Patrick would expire from shock.

“I think he’s older than us.”

“Then he’s young in spirit, Emma. Either way I can’t be responsible for shredding his innocence for why this bed is here.”

Sudden pinpricks of jealous threaten to burst my mood. “I think it would be pretty obvious, Gabriel.”

A look of disappointment darkened his gaze. Gabriel shook his head mournfully. “Et tu, Emma? I’ve never slept with anyone here on this bed or in this plane. You, my highly suspicious fishwife, are the first.”

Relief ran through me as quickly as my smile appeared. “Now I’m a fishwife. I think I preferred it much better when I was a bunny, cat, or vixen.”

“Mmm, I can see why.”

“I hope you don’t still call me that when we’re married.” My face immediately flamed three shades of red. I found the ceiling very interesting.

Oh my God. I can’t believe I just said that.

Gabriel kissed the exposed line of my throat. “I didn’t plan on it but considering how I’ll forever link fishwife with this romantic moment…”

“I’m sorry.”

He ran the back of his fingers against my flushed cheek. “Why are you apologizing?”

Struggling to explain, I made several inarticulate sounds before mumbling, “I don’t…I mean I don’t think of marriage all the time. You know, if that’s what you’re thinking I think. I don’t. I don’t even know why—.”

Gabriel kissed me, immediately cultivating my silence. “You’re so cute when you stumble around like that, you know?”

“Better than looking like an idiot.”

“Oh, surely not. I look like an idiot at least once a day and I’m sure I’m not nearly as cute as you.”

Laughter, as always, helped smooth any awkward edges. “I love you more for saying that.”

“More? I don’t know if I’m going to be able to take any more, Emma. I’m so spoiled already.” Gabriel’s lips settled over mine, kissing me into a lovely pant. “Wait.” He kissed me again. “A little bit.” Another kiss. “Almost.” Gabriel planted one more delicious caress. “Nope!”

“Nope what?” I asked, voice breathy and pitched way too high.

Gabriel’s gaze twinkled mischievously. “It’s not possible for me to have a spoil cap. So spoil me some more, baby.”

“Spoil you more?”

“Please.”

“Okay, I’ll try.” I cast my gaze downwards, shyly staring at him from beneath a fan of lash. “Please do whatever you’d like to me…Sir.”

Gabriel inhaled sharply. He shook his head and looked up. “What did I do in another life to be so blessed?” I almost shared I’d thought the same thing when Gabriel looked back at me, all the teasing was gone from his winsome expression.

My heartbeat quickened. Excitement skittered along my nerve endings. I had the instinctual urge to run, to force him to give chase. As if Gabriel picked up on my primal musings, he covered my body with his. Pinned beneath him, I moaned when Gabriel quickly pulled the rest of my clothes off.

“I’m not going to be nice.”

“Good.”

“I’ll use dirty words.”

“Please.”

“I’m going to debauch you.”

“Promise?”

“Fuck, Emma! You make me so damned hard. All I want to do is be in you.”

“I don’t see how that’s a problem. I
like
you in me.” And I more than liked him raw and vulgar. I wondered how many more “fucks” I could get out of him before it was all said and done.

He growled low in his throat. “Remember, Emma. Quiet.” With that warning, Gabriel nuzzled my shoulder and layered it with warm kisses before biting down. I gasped his name, body throbbing with desire. He quickly nipped my earlobe in warning.

“You’re not keeping quiet, my love. How can I fuck you if I know my staff is going to hear those beautiful screams of yours?”

I wound my fists in the sheets. Wicked imaginations of his hand pressed against my mouth lit through me. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself. I think I might need some help, Sir.”

“Is that so?” Gabriel traced the line of my lower lip.

“Absolutely!”

“Well, then…” He pulled away and reached for something at the end of the bed. Gabriel stared into my eyes, waiting for me to give voice to any protests. I looked at the balled up satin in his hand and smirked.

His eyebrows raised more than a fraction of an inch. I’d obviously surprised him. I downright shocked him when I opened my mouth and waited.

“You’re such a hot bitch, you know that?” Gabriel growled and then slipped the panties past my lips.

I felt depraved when he called me a bitch. I tested the obstruction with my tongue. It wasn’t too deep and I could still breathe through the fabric and my nose.

Gabriel cupped a breast. His palm smoothed around the pebbled tip, exciting me further. “What will happen if I happen to suck on her, Emma? Will your little screams be silenced enough or will I have to fasten my tie around you too?”

I closed my eyes. I hoped I was too loud.

He nuzzled my breast, licking his way to the place I most wanted him to be. When his lips closed around my hard peak, I arched up with a muffled groan.

“Almost too loud, baby.”

My lazy-lidded gaze challenged him to bind me anyways.

Gabriel squeezed both my breasts, mounding them so my nipples were mere inches apart. The ecstasy on his face couldn’t match my anticipation. I needed his touch, his mouth on me. Now.

He carefully descended on one and then the other. Butterfly kisses, mere brushes of his lips on my nipples, all designed to drive me crazy with lust. I shifted beneath Gabriel, hips rolling faster as my muffled moans grew increasingly louder.

My lover grinned wickedly. His tongue flicked one turgid peak before paying attention to the other. When he drew both into his mouth, I flung my head back and moaned loud and long.

Am I ever going to grow tired of going to bed with him? I can’t ever imagine the day. Maybe when I’m 100. Or 101.

Gabriel let them go with a loud “pop” and tutted. “Much too loud, Emma. Very glad to know my instincts were right on this one.”

“You did it on purpose!” was what I would’ve said…if I could speak and if I didn’t really want what was coming next. Instead, I eagerly sat up as directed. I watched avidly as Gabriel unknotted his tie. Another muffled moan escaped as the bright silver fabric wrapped around my mouth, jaw, and head.

I felt like his beloved pet, bound to him by more than cloth and an exciting loss of control.

Gabriel kissed the spot over my mouth. “You’re so beautiful, did you know that?” I leaned forward and had him kiss me again.

He smiled. His fingertips stroked the material separating his lips from mine. “I love you so much, Emma. I always have. If you only knew for how long…”

He avoided the obvious question in my gaze, choosing instead to look down at the silvery binding. He shook his head, mouth curling into a wry smile.

I wanted those secret thoughts to be mine.

But before I could give more than cursory attention to them, Gabriel began his campaign of thoroughly debauching me.

Legs hooked over his shoulder and wrists held tightly in one of his hands, I was open to his beauteous plundering. I loved it and him more, especially when his rigid shaft pressed deep and then deeper still. My velvet walls struggled to accommodate Gabriel while I fought to keep my carnal screams leashed tight.

My contrary lover didn’t like my control. His hips suddenly snapped hard against mine. I yelled, body going slack as the pleasure streaked violently through me. Satisfaction burned bright in Gabriel’s gaze, shimmering like starfire and tempting me into incineration.

All too soon I became lost in the rhythm of Gabriel’s thrusts. Quick and piercing, long and measured, they all made me sigh, moan, scream with muffled delight.

When I would’ve controlled my burgeoning orgasms, Gabriel shook his head and growled, “How many times do I have to tell you? I control them, baby. Not you.” He slowed his thrusts and pulled out until only the thick tip rested inside me.

I trembled. A bead of sweat rolled between my breasts, catching Gabriel’s attention. His tongue swiped my skin lazily while I urged him to plunge back into me with increasingly desperate groans.

“Do you want something?” Gabriel asked with infernal grin. I nodded quickly. “I wonder what it could be. Emma? Emma?”

This time I would’ve smacked him if I had a free hand. Instead, I was reduced to speaking with my eyes. Forcefully.

“Ooh, I’m not sure if I like what my pretty girl is saying right now. Seems rather rude. Hmm. I think I should stay just like this until she’s in a better mood. What do you think?”

Gabriel, damnit! You know exactly what I want!

“Are you going to be good?”

I nodded frantically.

He leaned closer until his mouth hovered over mine. Gabriel took in my flushed cheeks with one assessing glance and smirked. Whatever I thought he was going to say it wasn’t “Are you going to come hard on my cock like a good girl?”

Oh dear God. Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!

I lifted my chin and nodded once deliberately. Apparently, it was surrender enough for my lover because he immediately sank deep. Several strokes later and I flew apart, the last bit of me anchored only by the feel of Gabriel inside me and the love shining brightly in his brilliant gaze.

I obeyed him to the letter once more before Gabriel joined me. He bit down on my shoulder to muffle his groans and to my surprise I came apart again. Just when I didn’t think it could get any better…

Gabriel collapsed on the bed next to me, chest heaving, before reaching out to undo my bindings. “I’ll keep these if you don’t mind.”

I opened one eye and looked at him sleepily. “There won’t be any paparazzi to take upshot pics of me without my underwear, will there?”

Gabriel’s laughter brought out my grin. “I think we’re safe but I can’t promise 100%.”

“I’ll take those odds, but only if you hurry up and get under the covers with me.”

“Bossy, bossy.” Gabriel’s palm landed hard on my bottom. I shot up with a squeal. He winked, looking immensely pleased at both his action and my reaction, before getting up off the bed.

I lied back down and closed my eyes. Gabriel returned to me and pressed a warm washcloth between my thighs. I watched him from beneath my lashes, noting the pleasure he took in taking intimate care of me.

Look at me. Never would I ever have guessed I’d be so comfortable with a man doing this to me. It’s probably because it’s
this
man.

Gabriel then slipped back into bed. Curled on his side, he held me against him, one arm around my waist and the other beneath my head. Our legs fit together snugly as always.

“Do you know how much I love you, Emma?”

“I hope it’s as much as I love you.”

“Nope.” Gabriel kissed my ear. “I love you more.”

“So…so…you…think…”

I must’ve drifted off because I soon felt Gabriel gently shake me awake. “Look, Emma. We’re here.”

“W-What? Already?” I lifted my head off his arm, sleepy and sated beyond belief. Gabriel pointed out the window. I saw the Lincoln Memorial and then the Washington Monument pass beneath us.

Completely wide awake, I rolled towards him. “You’re taking me to D.C.? We’re not changing planes, right?”