Page 196 of Deadfall

I’d never desired that. I didn’t think Seven did either, at least he’d never expressed it. I knew he was bisexual, but he’d never made a move. I wondered if sharing a woman was when the line would finally blur. I wondered what I’d do when that happened.

Those ‘what-ifs’ drifted off with me as I fell asleep feeling safer and more relaxed than I had in a long time.

I woke up to a pair of sleepy blue eyes staring at me. We were all in the same position we’d fallen asleep in and once again, I realized I hadn’t been visited by my nightmares.

“Morning, beautiful,” I mumbled.

A tint of pink stained her cheeks. “Morning.”

Her hands were on my chest, and she slowly traced a few of my tattoos with the tips of her fingers. My arms that banded her waist tightened, and I was immediately aware of all the places our bodies touched. I ran my lips along her jaw. Her small catch of breath was nothing but fuel to a fire that had only been banked with sleep.

“Careful, you might start something,” I warned.

A breath of amusement and her hands grew bolder. “Sounds dangerous.”

Dark intent glazed her eyes as she pressed her hips against mine. I groaned as my cock hardened. My hands slipped lower and gripped her ass. Her lips parted and she rocked her hips against mine. I trailed my fingers along her skin and felt her come alive under my touch.

I trailed light kisses up her neck to her jaw. “What do you want?”

She writhed against me, but that wouldn’t do. “I need your words, gorgeous.”

A crease of frustration appeared between her brows. “You. I want–you–” I nipped her jaw and her breathless words cut off.

“You want me to…what?” I rumbled against her neck. I sucked lightly on a spot just below her ear and a breathy moan made my cock twitch and leak. Her fingers twisted in my hair, and yanked my head back just enough for her to glare at me.

“I want you to fuck me, damnit,” she growled.

I smirked. “So feisty.”

Emersyn opened her mouth to reply, but I dragged her lower lip between my teeth, and then my lips were on hers. Her body surged toward mine as she deepened the kiss. My hand slid down her thigh and yanked it over my hip. Her pussy lay against my cock. The heat of her already frayed my control and I wasn’t even inside her yet.

Emersyn tried to slide my cock inside, but I held her in place and teased my length along her opening. She was soaked. I slid across her clit again and again.

“Gabriel,” she gasped against my lips. “Please.”

My name, and her breathless plea, unraveled me. I slowly pressed inside her and pulled back to watch every moment play across her face. Inch by slow torturous inch I continued, until my gasps merged with her ragged breaths. My hand splayed across her ass as I bottomed out inside her.

Our kiss grew reverent and desperate, but through it all I held still. She trembled, chest heaving and when she tightened her walls around me, I groaned against her lips.

“I need you—” She cut off with a soft whimper.

“What do you need?” I whispered.

“Move,” she whispered back.

I slowly pulled my hips back until just my head was at her entrance, then inch by inch entered her again. I didn’t stop. The rhythm was agonizingly slow, until I felt the strain of control, as sweat dripped down my back. My hand came up and twisted into her hair. I held her eyes, hooded with lust and as lost in me as I was in her.

I studied every bit of pleasure on her face and inhaled every gasp. We moved together, faster—caught up in the urge to chase, to hunt down the edge that lured us deeper. My lips attacked her throat at the same time my hand left her hair to grip her thigh, and her hips moved with mine, taking me deeper.

“Touch yourself,” I demanded, my breath nothing more than a rasp in my throat.

Her hand disappeared between us, and she jolted against my chest. Her fingers found the rhythm that I saw in her eyes was going to devastate her.

“That’s it, touch that delicious little clit of yours,” I panted.

“You feel so good,” she whined.

“So do you,” I growled.