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Theireyes snagged and held. ‘There’ssomething poetic about finding something broken and making it stronger, more beautiful…’Hereached out to tuck a tendril of hair behind her ear.
Inthat moment, she understood what they were: two broken people finding strength in each other.
Maybehe was her golden glue.
Shedecided to take a leap.Closingher eyes, she tilted her head, leaned in, and waited.
Hotbreath feathered across her cheek as he stepped closer, their bodies almost touching.Oneof his hands slid under her hair and cradled her neck.Shepressed into it, craving the connection with him.Histhumb wiped across her bottom lip and she shivered.Instinctually, she took his thumb into her mouth and sucked.Heinhaled sharply.
Shereleased his thumb. ‘Gabriel,’ she whispered without opening her eyes.
Inresponse, he leaned in, took her bottom lip lightly between his teeth, and ran his tongue along the edge.Theache in her breasts and between her legs intensified.Thisslow journey towards a kiss was sweet torture.Maybethere was something to this idea thatFrenchmen made the best lovers.
Hereleased her lip and, for a second, she hung in space, in suspense waiting for his next touch.Shekept her eyes firmly closed, not wanting to ruin the surprise.
Abutterfly kiss landed near the spot just below her ear.Atthe same time, the hand not cradling her head slipped under her shirt and caressed the naked skin of her waist, raising goosebumps all over her body.
Herentire being ached from the fire he was stoking in her.
Hislips moved across her jaw and returned to her mouth.
Pullingaway for a moment, he said, ‘Justto be clear,I’mnot looking for anything serious.Thisis just?—’
‘Sex,’Jessconfirmed as she took his head between her hands and pulled him forcefully to her.Hertongue darted into his mouth a little, then back again, then a little bit more, until their tongues lashed against each other in a hungry dance.Hetasted of the hard ginger candies they’d both been sucking after the flight.Tangyand delicious.Sothis is whatFrenchkissing should be like,she thought.Notthat she hadn’t kissed with tongues before.Shehad, plenty of times.Butusually it took a little while to get used to someone else’s unique style.Gabrielsuited her perfectly from the beginning.
Herhands slid from his face, down his neck, and settled on his chest.Atthe same time he pulled her closer to him and she felt his need for her pressing against her, further enflaming her. ‘Gabriel,’ she whispered, loving how the three syllables of his name slid past her lips.
Somethingabout making out with a semi-stranger made it even hotter.Noexpectations.Noplans for tomorrow.Justpleasure and sensation.Enjoyingthe beauty of connection without possession.
Hislips left hers and nibbled their way to her ear and neck.Shegroaned.Pullingaway for a moment, she hastily took off her hoody and threw it on the floor before entering his arms again.Shewanted to feel his hands on her breasts without unnecessary layers between them.
Gabrieldid not disappoint.Astheir lips found each other again, he moved his hand up under her shirt, his thumb grazing the bottom of her breast.Thankgoodness she had brought her best lingerie for her trip.She’dread somewhere thatFrenchmen got off on sexy bras and pants.
‘Isthis all right with you?’ he asked, and she nodded enthusiastically.Delicious, wicked hunger surged through her.Shewanted him so badly.Shecould barely breath through the need that gripped her entire body.
Sowhen his kisses slowed and he pushed her away a few inches, disappointment made her stammer, ‘I-Ithought…’
Beforeshe could say any more, he stopped her. ‘Iwant you.But…Ijust need to do something first.Willyou wait here?’
‘Yeah…sure.’
Hekissed her quickly on the lips and then disappeared into a room on the other side of the kitchen.Presumablyhis bedroom.
Acrossthe room, she caught sight of herself in a mirror hanging on the wall.Eventhough her hair was still in a plait, curls sprang loose everywhere, giving her a wild look.Herlips were swollen and red from kissing, and her eyes sparkled with desire.Whowas this temptress?Shebarely recognised the sensual woman staring back at her.
Thesound of cupboard doors opening and closing and bed springs groaning pulled her out of her self-examination.
Whatwas he doing in there?Washe tidying up, likeLauraLinneyin her favouriteChristmasmovie,Love,Actually?Ormaybe he was putting on a gimp suit!Suddenlyshe realised that she didn’t really know him at all.Andnobody knew where she was.Hecould be a crazed killer.Shedidn’t get that vibe, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t possible.Psychopathstended to be charming.
Maybeit was a good thing that he’d put the brakes on things.Shedidn’t want to do something she’d regret tomorrow.Maybeshe’d had enough spontaneity for one day with their helicopter trip.
Thatbeing said, her body still hummed with desire.
Here-entered the room.Hehad changed into a pair of shorts and it didn’t take her long to see why.
Hewore a lower-limb prosthetic on his right leg.
Gabrielwas an amputee.
