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“Forget the cava.” He stood, holding out his hand with a subtle air of command that sent a shimmer of desire through her. She laid her palm against his so he could pull her upright.
He bent his head to press his mouth to hers. All the residual adrenaline in her body ignited in a whoosh of arousal.
When Gabriel pushed his thigh between hers, she wound her fists into his shirt to pull herself closer to him. His hard muscles and roving hands sent licks of desire curling over her skin to coil in her belly.
Gabriel took her hand and led her back to the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them. He pushed her jacket off her shoulders and let it fall on the floor. She tugged his T-shirt up his chest, and he raised his arms to pull it the rest of the way off.
She started to trace the dragon twisting up his side, but he grabbed her wrists to lift them over her head with one hand. “I need you now,” he said, drawing her shirt over her head before he released her to yank it from her arms. Flicking her bra open, he twitched it off and cupped her breasts in his palms, making her moan and push against him as his touch sent ripples of heat through her.
They broke apart and reached for each other’s belt buckles at the same time. With a few swift movements they were naked and staring at each other’s bodies.
Gabriel wrenched open the bedside table’s drawer and pulled out a condom before he gestured toward the bathroom door.
Quinn stepped into the luxurious room, her bare feet hitting cold marble. The glass enclosure, lined with the same gray-veined white marble as the floor, was equipped with a rainfall showerhead and had a built-in niche stocked with an array of soaps and shampoos. It was, however, small. “This is going to be tight,” she said.
“I’m counting on it.” Gabriel reached in to turn on the water. “Hot or warm?”
“Scorching.”
He stuck his hand in the stream of water. “Good enough.” Then he stepped under it and pulled her in with him.
“Hey, it’s still cold,” she yelped.
He wrapped his arms around her, his cock hardening against her belly. “Not for long.”
Her nipples tightened even further under the chill of the water so that when they pressed into his skin, pleasure surged through her like an electric current. The sizzle made her toes curl on the wet marble. “Gabriel, yes!” she said on an outrush of breath.
He turned her so that his cock nestled between the cheeks of her bottom. Sliding one hand around to cup her breast, he skimmed the other down between her legs. She tilted her head back to rest against his shoulder while his fingers played over her clitoris, winding desire deep within her as she pulsed against his touch. “Inside me,” she begged.
He slipped first one and then two fingers deep within her and groaned in her ear. “So hot. So wet.” He flexed his hips to rub the rigid length of his cock against her ass.
The warming water cascaded over her skin, adding to the barrage of sensations, and the tension heightened to near climax.
“The condom.” She tugged at his wrist to pull his fingers away from her.
He muttered under his breath but swung open the shower door and grabbed the condom from the vanity. Tearing the envelope open with his teeth, he rolled the condom on.
She measured the length of his legs against her diminutive height and bent over to hold on to the grab bar.
“Dios mío!” Gabriel rasped.
She braced herself for his thrust, but instead she felt his hands stroking down her back, gliding with the water droplets, then over her buttocks where he cupped her flesh like it was something he treasured. “So beautiful. Curved like the finest guitar,” he said before sliding his fingers between her legs to open her for his cock. He pushed just the tip in before he wrapped his hands around her hips.
With a single, powerful movement, he drove all the way into her, making her cry out and arch as the surprise and fullness triggered her orgasm. Her muscles clamped around him with exquisite violence before they released and squeezed again. Pleasure blossomed in her body like a blood-red rose.
He withdrew and plunged in again. She pushed back into him, grinding her clit against his balls to propel her orgasm even higher and making him cry out. “Yes! Dios mío, yes!”
Then his rhythm became frenzied until he locked her against him while his climax pulsed. “Quinn, cariño mío, Quinn!” His shout echoed off the hard surfaces.
She clung to the grab bar as the muscles in her body rippled with ever-lessening echoes of her orgasm until finally they went lax. Gabriel slipped out of her and pulled her upright, spinning her in his arms while water cascaded over both of them. His hand slicked over her wet hair and splayed to hold her cheek against his chest while he murmured endearments in Spanish. Some she understood, some she didn’t, but she could feel the rise and fall of his breathing as it slowed to a normal pace.
Her knees were still wobbly from the power of her orgasm, so she was grateful for the band of his arm around her waist, steadying her. She wound her arms around him and sank into the precious moment of safety and intimacy.
They washed each other, their bodies slipping and sliding together in the tight space, evoking moans of pleasure with every touch. Grabbing huge fluffy towels, they stumbled to the bed and fell onto it to make love again, this time in slow, languorous appreciation before they dropped into an exhausted sleep.
Quinn awoke to the tantalizing smell of garlic and butter. Gabriel sat on the edge of the bed, dressed in jeans and a dark red T-shirt, a first aid kit in his hands.
“What is that amazing smell?” she asked as her stomach growled like a grizzly bear’s.
