felt him smile against her neck.
‘Now I’ll just go and do a bit more exploring before I get you to talk dirty to me again…’
He did. He massaged her breasts, enjoying the weight of them in his hands. Women tended to be too skinny. Rose had lost weight, yes, but she still maintained her curves. There were no ribs showing and she was magnificently well endowed. He hadn’t been lying when he had told her that he could spend for ever playing with her breasts. He could.
He nipped the tip of one nipple between his teeth, drawing a pleasingly vocal response from her, and then he felt her gasp as he edged his way lower, circling her belly button with his tongue.
He placed both his hands firmly on her hips and then he was there, breathing in the sweet, musky scent of her womanhood through the cotton briefs.
Rose grasped his hair and tugged him to look at her.
‘You can’t…’
‘Have you never…?’
‘I…No…’
‘I promise you, I’ll do nothing you won’t enjoy…’Gabriel focused his mind. He was so close to the edge that he had to physically pause for a few seconds just to get a grip. Never before had he felt so out of control in bed. He gazed up briefly at her. Her back was arched, her head thrown back and her breasts were heaving as though she had run a marathon. He knew exactly how she felt!
She was as close to orgasm. He knew that all he need do was thrust into her and they would both be there. But he wasn’t going to do that. Not yet.
He tugged the crotch of the briefs to one side and breathed softly on the fine, downy hair and Rose groaned. When he flicked his tongue along the moistened groove, she wriggled against his hands and then thrust up, offering herself to his eager, questing mouth.
Gabriel tugged down the underwear and it joined the T-shirt somewhere on the ground.
Now they were both naked, flesh against flesh. He parted her legs, hitched them over his shoulders and, amidst the noise of wind and rain, he took her to a place she had never been before.
The sensation of his invading tongue unleashed a wild, unrestrained ecstasy in her. Rose gasped and groaned and she would have come right there against his mouth if he hadn’t reared up, sensing the fragility of the moment, and entered her.
Fulfilment was not a long time coming. For either of them. Afterwards, when Rose would normally have felt the need to get back into her clothes, she lay curled into him and sighed. ‘Is it my imagination or is the storm beginning to abate?’
‘Is that, my darling, all you have to say?’
Did he just call her my darling? Was that how he talked to all his women after they had finished making love?
‘What would you like me to say?’ she teased, curling her arms around his neck and sliding against him. Even in the aftermath of their love-making, she could still feel him stir in arousal, and that gave her a delicious, heady sense of power. That she could do that to him!
‘You could tell me that the earth moved…’
‘No…I don’t think it would be morally responsible for me to inflate your ego even more than it already is…’
Gabriel laughed under his breath and brushed her lips with his. ‘So tell me now that you’re still interested in what’s-his-name.’
Rose stilled. ‘Is that why…you…because you wanted to prove that I found you more attractive?’
‘What sort of man do you think I am?’ Gabriel asked. ‘I wouldn’t be above lecturing to you on your choice of man but I would never sleep with you to prove a point. What I don’t want is for you to wake up in the morning and tell me that we have to pretend that none of this happened so that you can pretend to be interested in someone you obviously don’t care much about.’
‘I do like Joe!’ She was, however, finding it difficult to even remember what he looked like. The blond hair and blue eyes which had impressed her because of their boyish charm had been completely obliterated by a man with devilishly dark good looks and a sexy charm that could turn any woman’s head.
‘But you’re not attracted to him. Forget about how nice it is to take things slowly. Fast and furious…’he gave her a slow, crooked smile that made her toes curl ‘…is the mark of physical attraction…’
Rose would dearly have liked to disagree but how could she? ‘Fast and furious isn’t a good thing all of the time,’ she said wistfully. It only worked when it was part of a developing relationship, when the fast and the furious eventually matured into joy and contentment and all the silly little things that Gabriel wanted nothing to do with.
‘Helluva lot of fun, though.’ Gabriel stroked her thigh and then slipped his hands between her legs so that he could cup her womanhood in a gesture that was almost territorial. And, much as she hated admitting it, very pleasurable.
‘And the only reason I want you to admit what you feel for me is because I selfishly want us to carry on enjoying this…’
For how long?
‘You’re my boss.’
‘And so can tell you what to do…hmm…?’
Rose couldn’t help herself. She felt her lips twitch. ‘Only when it’s to do with work,’ she said gravely.
‘So if I tell you that we’re going to make love again…?’
‘I might agree or I might not…’ But already his fingers were gently exploring her, turning her brain to mush. She closed her eyes and reached down, taking his erection in her hand and sensuously massaging it, then she pressed it against her so that they could be yet more intimate.
‘What about if I tell you that we’re going to make love again…?’Rose murmured wickedly. ‘Would you be prepared for the shoe to go on the other foot?’
‘Absolutely. I’m a feminist. More than prepared to take orders from a woman…’
Later, after a long and lazy bout of love-making, during which they touched and caressed each other everywhere, exploring each other’s bodies with the fascination of kids opening presents at Christmas, they fell asleep.
When Rose next stirred and opened her eyes, it was to find that Gabriel was no longer in bed with her and sunlight was doing its best to stream through the wooden shutters that had blown open the night before in the high winds.
Then memories of the night before flooded her mind and she lay back for a few seconds savouring them.
Cold reality, just a heartbeat away, had her dashing to the bathroom so that she could get changed before Gabriel returned from wherever he had gone. They may have made wild, abandoned love but the extraordinary circumstances had disappeared and she didn’t want him to return, perhaps regretting his actions of the night before, to find her lying in bed dreamily waiting for him to return.
She realised that she was ravenous, though where they were going to get food she had no idea. Just as she had no idea what damage had been done to the exterior
