Page 33 of Her Wedding Night
“Gabriel!” I plant my hands on his shoulders.
He settles his hands on my hips and turns me so I’m straddling him. “Yes?”
“You cannot spy on me.”
He starts to say something, then stops. “Why not?”
“It’s wrong.”
“But you’re precious to me.” He shrugs under my hands. “I won’t apologize for that. I’m only sorry for scaring you. I won’t do that again.”
“What will you do?”
“I’ll let you know that I’m watching when you’re at the library.” His thumbs begin making circles on my hips, and the loose waistband on the pants I pulled on gives way. His fingers find my bare skin. “I’ll show you the photos I take, the ones I have to take because you’re so beautiful it hurts to look at you and not capture the moment.”
I blink at him.
Even in the dim moonlight, his expression is clear as day. And it’s not at all what I expect.
“Gabriel,” I whisper. I cup his face in my hands.
He holds my gaze, raw and vulnerable. “I won’t hurt you. Ever. But I am obsessed with you, and I can’t be sorry about that. Not when it lands you on my lap in the middle of the forest.”
I lean in and press my forehead against his. He tugs my hips forward and the sensitive, aching spot between my legs is brought right up against the growing ridge in his jeans.
“Feel what you do to me?”
“Uh huh.”
“I’ll always give you a choice. If you want to leave, I’ll let you go. I’ll drive you back to school and let you live your life. But I’m never going to be far, just in case you change your mind.” His cock throbs, heavy and alive between my legs. “I will always be ready for you when you need me.”
I whimper. How does he know I need him?
His tongue sweeps into my mouth, hot and claiming. One of his hands skates up my back and sinks into my hair, closing tight. Holding on, holding me still so he can kiss me even harder, put me where he wants me, which is right against his big, hard body.
I grind against him, my thighs shaking now. “Please,” I whimper. “Gabriel…”
“Shhh, baby.” He groans. “Let’s go back to the cabin.”
“No. Here.”
“You’ll be sore.”
“I don’t care.”
“I care.”
“Then make it better after.” I tear at the clothes I’m wearing. “Make me feel good now. Take care of me now.”
“Demanding little thing.”
“You did this to me. You set me on fire.”
“You’re on fire?”
“Burning up.”
“Poor baby.”