But now, right this moment, she felt fragile and very delicate. Her compliance filled him with steam. With their mouths melded together, her tongue came out to mate with his, urging him on, easing the way for his lesson.
Against her lips, Luther said, “Men who care about women don’t just rut with them. They take the time to enjoy them. I’m going to enjoy you a little, Gaby.”
“Yeah, okay.” She closed the small space between their lips with an insistent kiss.
So eager.
And so easy to sway when aroused.
It was a novel thing to have Gaby in an agreeable mood. He liked it. But then, he liked her even when she was contrary and antagonistic. At times, Luther felt that if he didn’t have her, he’d go mad with the wanting.
When his hand cupped her small breast, she started and pulled her mouth away.
Their gazes met. Watching her, Luther skimmed his thumb over her tightly beaded nipple.
Her breath caught. “What are you doing?”
“Enjoying you.”
Her lips parted and her eyelids went heavy. “Why . . . why does that feel so good?”
Oh God, it was the sweetest torture. “Because you’re enjoying me, too.”
Leaning into his hand, she said again, “Okay.”
Against his wrist, Luther felt the static beat of her heart. Her flesh was soft, her nipple supple. She had sensitive breasts. He liked that. A lot.
After playing with both breasts, tweaking, tugging on her nipples, Luther cupped his other hand over her crotch.
She shot to her tiptoes in surprise.
“Shhh.” Taking her mouth to silence her, to share with her, Luther began stroking. His touch was light and easy, teasing, over the now damp cotton of her panties.
Gaby panted, her breath coming fast and harsh. Her strong fingers sank into his shoulder muscles, almost to the point of pain, definitely with demand. She rocked her hips once, then stilled herself.
“No,” Luther whispered, “don’t stop. Move as you want to move, Gaby. It’ll make it even nicer for you.”
“I don’t know about this.”
“I do.”
Her hands clutched at him. “I feel like a wire being tightened.”
Luther bit her bottom lip, her chin, her throat as he made his way down to her chest. By her nipple, he said, “I want you pulled so tight, you snap.” And then he drew her nipple into his mouth.
She cried out, curled herself around him, moaned.
No reserve for Gaby. In this, she couldn’t be more honest.
“Lift your shirt for me, Gaby.” As he said it, Luther worked his hand up and over into the waistband of her panties. He felt her soft pubic curls, her hot flesh.
She didn’t move and he raised his face to look at her.
From the time he’d known Gabrielle Cody, he’d noticed some affliction that altered her appearance through strong emotion.
Now her blue eyes were diamond bright, somehow more catlike in shape, very exotic. Her cheekbones looked sharper, her mouth more lush.
She looked like Gaby, but different, and she was sexy as hell.
Holding her gaze captive, Luther parted her slick lips by gliding two fingers back and forth, back and forth.
Her expression constricted even more.
Slick moisture bathed his fingers.
Luther gently opened her, and with inexorable pressure, worked both fingers into her. She was small, but he couldn’t imagine Gaby ever taking half measures.
She’d want to be filled.
And he wanted to fill her.
Her virgin flesh stretched, and he felt the strain of her entire body.
A sharp breath parted her lips. A mix of pain and pleasure made her eyes flare.
“You are so damn tight,” he murmured, turned on by the knowledge of being the first to do this to her.
The first to do everything with her, wanting to be the only man to ever—no.
He wouldn’t allow himself to think that way. Not now, not with so many unanswered questions. Not while she remained such an enigma.
As Luther pressed his fingers deeper into her, her eyelids drooped—and she lifted her shirt.
Needing no more invitation than that, he lowered his head and drew one taut nipple into his mouth. Her fingers sank into his hair, holding him to her. Heat, scented by her heightened desire, filled the air.
Luther switched to the other nipple, nipping with his teeth, tugging till she moaned and then lathing with his tongue to soothe her.
Just as she relaxed, he closed his mouth around her again and sucked hard.
A tearing groan escaped her. Her body stiffened, and knowing she was close, he brought his thumb up to her distended clitoris. Pressing, fretting her most sensitive flesh with a delicious friction, Luther pushed her—and far too quickly, she came.
Thank God they were alone in the big lot, given her savage scream. Her short nails drew blood on his shoulders. Her strong muscles clenched, quivered, then went lax.
Damn. He’d known it from the moment he saw her, how explosive she’d be, how unique and special and mind-blowing.
He couldn’t wait to be inside her, to share that pleasure with her. But for now, he’d have to.
Gaby was so limp, in another second she’d be sleeping.
With her most immediate problem resolved, he needed to get back on track.
Now the real fireworks would begin.
Resting the side of her face on his shoulder, letting him support her weight, Gaby yawned. Man, oh man. Talk about taking the stress away. She felt so lethargic, more than anything, she wanted her bed.
Luther’s hand moved up and down her back, comforting, intimate.
They’d just shared something monumental. She knew it, but she didn’t have the energy to react to it.
Yet.
In a minute, she’d figure out what she needed to do to reciprocate. She wanted Luther to feel what she’d just felt.
Oh sure, she knew he’d done that plenty of times. The man had surely practiced to be so good at it. But she wanted him to feel it with her.
She yawned again, nuzzled closer to his big, hard chest, and wondered how he’d feel in her hands, if it’d be the same for him.
“You still awake?” Luther asked her.
“Mmm. I just need a minute.” Or five or ten.
He kissed her temple. “I can pick you up tomorrow. We’ll have breakfast, talk, and then visit Bliss again. She should be dismissed early.”
Was he nuts? Held upright by the constriction of his strong arms around her, Gaby lifted her head to stare at him.
Oh, he was ripe with sensation, his aura so bright and molten it was a wonder they weren’t both singed.
When he only smoothed her hair, she asked, “What about you?”
“What about me?” He kissed her mouth, smiled like a conqueror. He even touched the end of her nose. “I got what I wanted.”
He had to be kidding. “So what was it you wanted?” The repletion of muscles and sinew kept her loose and limp. Gaby struggled to stiffen her knees.
This confrontation demanded a little strength on her part, not Jell-O limbs.
“I wanted you to see that it’s not always about men stickingt heir dicks in women. For men who pay to get their rocks off, sure, that might be it. But between us—”
“There’s an us?” Stupid question. He’d just rocked her entire world in a very big way.
And it had only taken him a few minutes.
In a parking lot.
Out in the open.
He squeezed her bottom and said, “Whether you want to admit it or not, yeah, there is. Eventually, I’ll be on top of you, Gaby. I’ll be inside you—and I don’t mean my fingers either.”
Because she suspected it’d put a stop to his cocky assurances of what sounded vaguely like domination to her, Gaby cupped her hand over his crotch.
Sure enough, he went mute, still, even pained. His gaze froze as he stared at her, held in suspense, unsure what she’d do, and probably hoping she’d do it.