Spell Bound (Darkly Enchanted) (44 page)

About halfway through the second film, he felt Leo’s body relax completely into sleep. Shea’s gaze dropped to Leo then lifted to his. The desire in her eyes made his blood pump hot and heavy.

No more waiting.

He slid off the couch, careful not to wake Leo when he picked the kid off the couch and cradled him against his chest. Shea close on his heels, he took the kid to the bedroom they’d shared last night and laid him on the bed.

Shea made short work of his clothes, never once waking the little boy, then tucked the covers around him and made sure the nightlight in the bathroom was lit and the door was open.

Then she stood and looked at him.

Extending his hand, he waited, breath held, until she took it. Her fingers trembled in his, but her expression held no fear. Only a reflection of the same lust he felt.

With her hand in his, he pulled her out of the room and across the hall. His mom had known he’d want to be close to them, to protect them, so she’d put them in the room across from his.

His mom couldn’t have known how he felt about Shea. Probably better she didn’t.

Without turning on the overhead light, he shut the door and whispered a spell to light the candles on the side table. He needed to see her but not in the harsh light from the electric bulbs. He wanted to see her skin gleam in the flicker of candlelight.

He wanted to take his time, savor every moment.

But Shea had other plans.

She leaped at him, wrapping her arms and legs around him and sealing her mouth over his with a desperation that burned through his control with the force of a dynamite blast.

He didn’t stop her, didn’t try to slow her down, because she wanted exactly what he did. With one arm around her waist, he used the other to strip her t-shirt over her head, baring her upper body to him. He couldn’t do anything about her jeans with her legs around his waist, so he started walking backward toward the bed.

When he hit the mattress with the back of his legs, he turned and broke their kiss, stomach clenching at the whimper she made when they lost contact.

Pulling her body away from his, he set her on the bed on her knees and started work on her jeans even as his mouth lowered to her breasts. Her nipples peaked hard and tight, and his tongue flicked over them mercilessly. She arched her back and he reached for the button on her jeans, nearly ripping it off in his haste. When he had the zipper down, he gave her nipple one last nip before he pushed her back on the bed.

She landed with a little gasp and started to laugh, which she continued until he stripped the pants off her legs, fell to his knees and put his mouth over her sex.

“Gabriel…” she gasped his name, as if shocked, but he couldn’t stop now. And she didn’t push him away. Instead, her hands sank into his hair as his tongue began to lap at her with broad strokes. Her moan made him shudder even as her musky heat coated his tongue.

With her legs over his shoulders and her hands in his hair, he ate at her like a man starving. He couldn’t get enough, not of her breathy moans or the sweet taste of her. Moving his hands up her body, he cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples in rhythm with his tongue on her clit. Learned what made her sigh and squirm and groan.

He played her body with single-minded intent, and when her body went taut, her thighs clenching around his head as she came, his inner caveman beat his chest and roared.

While she lay there, trying to catch her breath, he dragged off his own clothes and stood. He stared at her for several seconds, just looking at her beautiful brown hair, wild and dark on his bed, and at her toned body, still shaking from her orgasm.

Then her eyes caught his and his cock throbbed with the heat still flaring there.

When she came up on her knees in front of him, he thought she’d take it slow now. Thought that with the first rush over, they’d have time to play.

But Shea had other ideas.

With a quick twist of her upper body, she had him flat on his back on the bed and had straddled his waist before he realized what she as doing.

His body knew what she wanted, even if his brain hadn’t quite caught up, and his hips arched as she took his cock in her hand and began to lower herself onto him.

But when she tensed and bit her lip, he grabbed her hips and held her completely still.

“Shea. Slow down, babe. Wait a—”

“I’ve waited too damn long. I don’t want to wait anymore.” She looked down into his eyes and then to where they were almost joined. “Come on, Gabriel. Please.”

His eyes widened as he read between the lines, which was damn hard to do considering how fucking much he wanted to thrust into her. The tip of his cock was already enclosed in her channel and he felt himself twitch in anticipation.

But she was tight, so tight, and he didn’t want to hurt her.

“Are you a virgin?”

He had to know. It wasn’t going to make a difference to the outcome, but it would make a difference with how they played this here and now.

He had his answer in her silence and the look in her eyes.

His inner caveman gave a few more beats on his chest.

His. Only his. Always his.

He thrust up as he brought her hips down, impaling her on his cock in one smooth, fast motion.

Her gasp made him freeze.

“Are you okay?” He could barely get the words out from behind his gritted teeth as he grabbed at the reins of his control. “Did I hurt you, honey?”

She shook her head, the movement making her hips wriggle, her sheath contracting around him. “No, but I’m going to explode if you don’t finish this.” Her half-smile was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. “Come on, Gabriel. I want to make you come this time.”

His groan echoed in the room. “If we do this right, we both will.”

Then he showed her how.

He lifted her hips, eyes closing at the burn of flesh on flesh, on the tightness of her flesh around his. On her sleek, wet heat. Then he let her sink down on him, watching her face for any sign of pain.

He didn’t want her to have any, not this first time, not with him. But she didn’t seem to have any discomfort at all. Instead, she looked ecstatic. With her eyes closed, she set her hands on his abdomen and let him control the motion. Her back arched, like a cat in the sun, shifting the angle of their bodies and making them both groan at the few centimeters more he sank.

After a few minutes, she must have decided he wasn’t going fast enough, so she started to move. Using her legs and her hips, she began to ride him, faster and faster still until his eyes rolled back in his head and he couldn’t see. Only feel.

He tried to hold back his release, tried to make it last, but he couldn’t refuse her.

His hands tightened around her hips, holding her steady, grounding himself.

And when she finally cried out and clenched around him, he felt his own orgasm explode out of his cock and into her.

For several heartbeats, he just breathed. The smell of sex and Shea’s subtle scent made his cock twitch again.

Hell, he might actually be able to get it up again in a few minutes.

Then Shea leaned forward, draping herself over his body, head on his chest.

Wrapping his arms around her, he made sure she wasn’t going anywhere.

And after a few minutes, her breathing pattern indicated she’d fallen asleep.

With his cock still pulsing in her body.

He closed his eyes and followed her.

Chapter Eighteen

Gabriel slept more soundly beside Shea than he’d slept in years.

But when he woke, she was gone. After throwing on some clothes, he checked Leo’s room and confirmed that she’d only moved across the hall.

The two of them slept in the same bed, though Shea was on top of the covers. As if she hadn’t meant to fall asleep there.

He made sure he didn’t wake them. She and Leo could both do with some more rest.

Instead he headed for the kitchen and found his mom and Quinn.

Both of them looked like they hadn’t slept all night. But he knew, from the strained silence, that they hadn’t spent the night the way he and Shea had.

“Everything okay?”

His question elicited a nod from his mom, sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea, and another from Quinn, standing as far from  her as he could get without leaving the room.

“Where are Shea and Leo?” Serena asked.

Narrowed gaze shifting between the two of them, he briefly considered asking what had happened then decided against it. He didn’t think either of them would answer. Besides, everyone was entitled to a little privacy. And their secrets.

“They’re still sleeping.”

His mom nodded. “I thought you might want to show her the studio today.”

He planned to, right after breakfast. “I will.”

“Good.” His mom nodded and slid him a short-lived smile. “It’ll be nice to have someone make use of it.”

Silence descended again as Gabriel headed for the coffeemaker. The tension hung in the air, almost thick enough to choke. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, and Quinn stood.

“I’m going for a run. Be back later.”

Serena’s eyes followed him down the hall until she couldn’t see him anymore.

Gabriel sighed. “Mom—”

“Good morning, Leo. Shea,” Serena said. “Did you sleep well?”

Gabriel turned to see a quick blush heat Shea’s cheeks as she and Leo walked into the kitchen. Shea opened her mouth to answer but Leo started to chatter about the movie they’d watched last night.

He tensed, wondering how much more his mom could take. But amazingly, her tension eased as she talked to Leo. They kept up a steady conversation all through breakfast. The kid had more questions than an encyclopedia had answers but his mom and Shea spoke to him without a hint of impatience.