Love Beyond Loyalty (18 page)

He watched as she unbuttoned her shirt, pulling it off to expose a bra that looked soft to the touch. It had a floral design. Yellow, pink, and purple petals decorated the device that held her heavenly looking breasts.

"You said skin, right?"

She nodded. "I did."

"Great, so the bra is coming off." He unhooked the front clasp of her bra. Finally, she helped him by slipping it off her arms.

"You did that smoothly, Gabriel."

Trying not to laugh, he did his best imitation of a 1950's movie star. "That's me, I'm Mister Smooth."

"Are you ticklish?" She poked at his stomach, and he lurched backwards.

"Not particularly, but I'd really rather not find out if you can locate my sensitive spot."

She laughed. "Ooh, you have a ticklish, sensitive spot? Where is it?"

"No." He shook his head. "I'm not telling you."

He kissed her again to distract her. She moaned against his mouth and he shivered. Wow, Loraine was hot. There was just no other way to describe her. Even touching her skin made him warmer.

Reaching down, he finally got to pay attention to the boobs he'd longed to see. Loraine had full breasts. Under her clothes, her curves had taunted him. Now undressed, she was a vixen to behold.

Sucking gently on her pink nipple, he moaned. He was so hard against his pants he might do something really humiliating like spill himself before she even touched his cock. He'd never been this hard
this
fast before.

Forcing himself to let go of her breast, he felt desperate to tell her how incredible she was. "You're like a movie star. I mean it. I used to stay up late at night when I lived in a place that had a television, and the women in the old movies, the black and white ones, they had these amazing figures. I used to think that they were the most beautiful women in the world. But your body, you put them to shame. Loraine…"

She placed her hand over his mouth. "I don't take compliments well."

"What does that mean?"

He still wanted to shout to the heavens how beautiful he found her body.

"It means that I get uncomfortable."

That didn't make any sense. "Fine. If I have to work on my insecurities, you have to work on yours."

"Fair enough." She reached up and pulled him tighter on her. "Right now is not the time."

"You're right, of course."

She smiled. "You're easily distractible."

"Not really." He pulled her hand to his aching groin to show her just how incredibly
with her
he really was.

"Should we do something about that?'

He nodded. "Eventually."

First, there were more things to do with her breasts. Kneading the other one with his left hand, he sucked on the right one. He loved the little sounds she made and the way she squirmed.

Using his tongue, he traced his way down from her breasts to her belly button. Her stomach was flat, her abs well defined and he wondered if it was a natural thing or if she worked at it. In any case, he'd never seen such a delectable sight in his life.

"I'm not allowed to tell you how hot you are?"

She shook her head as she gasped, her hands pulling at the back of hair. "Absolutely not."

Gabe unhooked the button of her jeans. Doing that, he unzipped the zipper and tugged her pants twice until they were off. Positioning himself between her legs, he ran his hands from her knees up her perfectly rounded thighs and felt her shiver.

"Your underwear matches your bra."

She sucked in breath. "It does."

"Do you always wear matching?"

She widened her eyes. "You're really into details aren't you?"

He had no idea. She still hadn't answered his question. "Well, do you?"

"It looks like the only way you will get to know the answer to that question is to take my clothes off a lot and find out. For all you know, I don't wear any underwear most of the time."

The thought of Loraine going commando intrigued the hell out of him. Would there be a way to know? Would she go all day, walking around, with him thinking of nothing else except getting her naked to find out? The idea held merit.

Loraine tugged at his pants, and finally he pulled them off. His length strained against his boxers, the tip of his penis pointing out of the buttonhole in the front.

She smiled and touched the head of his cock. He could feel a small amount of pre-cum escape, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Desperate for control, he pushed her hand away even though it felt as if he'd been asked to cut off his left hand to make her do so.

"Not time yet?"

Through gritted teeth he spoke. "No."

"You're certainly sure of the order of these things."

"Just this once, Loraine. I'm so hard I might come any second if we're not careful, and I swear by all things holy, that this time—your first time—is going to be so fantastic you'll never forget it."

She stroked his cheek. "Oh, Gabriel, just being with you makes it exceptional."

Gabe pulled her panties down her legs. With a shaking hand, he stroked her inner warmth, thrilled to find out she was already wet. As he touched her, Loraine gasped, throwing her head against the pillow and closing her eyes.

"Oh, Gabriel."

He loved how she always called him by his full name. He loved how she sounded. He loved the way she chose her words. And, most of all, he loved how she seemed to have forgotten all of her decorum right now.

With his thumb, he found her small bundle of nerves that he knew would make her crazy.

Her eyes opened. "What?"

"It's your sweet spot, darling, and I'm going to love playing with it."

He stroked her gently, using the little noises she made as clues. When she bit down on her lip to stop herself from screaming, he knew he'd found the right amount of pressure, the right sequence of movements.

Loraine came fast. It was a magnificent sight to behold. Her hands clenched at her sides as her back arched off the bed. The inner walls of her vagina clenching around his fingers and he was desperate to be inside of her. Dying to feel her clench around his cock.

He swore that before the end of the night he'd have her calling out his name.

"Gabriel."

Dazed eyes looked up at him. He wondered if she could see clearly. Lord knew, he hadn't even come yet, and he was confused. Distantly, he was aware of the sound of the chanting he'd heard earlier in his ears play again. It wasn't distracting. It was comforting. In the same way he'd known he was doing the right thing earlier, he knew he was doing it again.

Not that he'd had any question that having sex with Loraine was correct. It was nice to know the universe agreed.

Pulling off his boxers, he was keenly aware that he was about to live a moment he would never be able to redo. He was about to make love to his soul mate for the first time. It was a once in a lifetime event that most people would never get to experience since most people would never know their other half. God, he was so lucky.

"Gabriel, you okay?"

He smiled. "I'm not going to cry if that's what you're worried about."

"I might."

"Yeah, but you're a girl."

She swatted at his shoulder. "You think?"

Positioning himself at the edge of her opening, he looked down at her eyes. They'd gotten huge.

"What's wrong?"

"Um," she seemed to be searching for a word.

"Just say it."

"You're really, really big."

He wanted to be complimented, but somehow he didn't think she said that as a good thing. "Are you worried that it will hurt?"

Frankly, he was worried about that for her too, at least in the beginning. If there was a way to prevent discomfort, he was distinctly uneducated on the subject.

"I'm worried it won't fit."

Leaning down, he nuzzled his head against her neck. "It'll fit, beautiful Loraine. I promise you that."

He raised his head to look at her as he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Then let's do it. Take my virginity."

"I love the way you say things."

And he was happy to offer her what she wanted.

More than happy.

Chapter Fourteen

Loraine gasped as Gabriel's long shaft entered her body. Wow, after an initial pinch, the discomfort she'd worried about passed quickly and was fast forgotten. She'd never felt so… full… and it was Gabriel she was
full
of. It was stimulating. It was so
damn
right.

She could have giggled over the fact that her thoughts were becoming profane, using Gabriel's choice words, but then Gabriel moved and all thoughts of any coherence left her.

The world became nothing more than waves of passion filled with color and delight. It was like she'd never known her body before, never known how completely she could feel things until she had Gabriel moving inside of her. The chanting that had filled her ears when they'd started kissing became louder now. It added to her pleasure.

She moaned and bit down on Gabriel's lip. She wanted to taste him, wanted to eat him alive. She just wanted… more.

As if he knew exactly what she wanted, Gabriel pressed harder inside of her. She screamed his name, maybe more than once. She wasn't sure, and it didn't matter because something was happening to her. It was similar to when Gabriel had stroked her with his hands but more,
oh, please
, more.

Pleasure, so intense she saw stars before her eyes, exploded inside of her accompanied by a rising crescendo of chanting. It was beautiful. It was spiritual. It was perfect. Seconds later, she felt Gabriel follow her into oblivion. Opening her eyes, she grabbed his cheeks between her hands. Pulling him to her, she kissed his lips, his nose, his eyelids.

He was her soul mate. She'd known how she felt about him before they'd made love. It had been clear to her that she was well on her way to falling in love. Now it felt like their souls had bonded, like they really were two halves, each needing the other one to be complete.

"You're mine, Loraine."

Gabriel's rough voice brought shivers down her spine. His eyes were heated as he looked at her through lowered lids.

She stroked the side of his face. "I love you, Gabriel."

Maybe it was fast, but she felt it. She knew she was supposed to feel it. They'd been selected by Fate to be together and fight the Darkness, but Gabriel was so special. She knew if she'd just been a 'normal' girl and she'd met him in a bar she would have tried to keep him forever.

He sucked in his breath. "In my whole life, no one has ever said that to me before."

Unable to stop touching him, she ran her hand down his aristocratic nose. "I'm sure that's not true. I bet you parents said it to you as a baby."

"Okay, so no one I can
remember
has ever said it before."

She smiled, feeling deeply content and sated. Letting go of Gabriel's face, she stretched beneath him and closed her eyes.

"Hey, don't go to sleep."

He kissed both her eyelids, and she opened them. "Was there something you wanted?"

She wasn't sure she was ready for another round. And she'd heard men needed recovery time, but she was willing to give it a go if he was up for it already.

"I want to say it back."

Shaking her head, she touched the end of his long brown hair. She'd never thought of herself as a person who'd like long hair but if Gabriel cut his she'd mourn the loss of it.

"Say what back?"

He looked like he'd swallowed an egg. "I want to tell you—I love you too."

Tears filled her eyes, and she let them fall. She felt so safe at the moment; she knew it was okay to let herself give in to her tears and not fight them back. Besides, they were happy tears.

She'd known Gabriel loved her. But he was touchy. She had kind of thought it would take him a long time to convince himself it was okay to say it. The fact that he'd just shared his feelings so easily was huge.

"I knew you did. I was content to wait until you were comfortable."

"So you'd already decided I was going to be a mess about it?" He seemed to consider this for a second as he rubbed his nose. "Okay, I can see how you could have come to that conclusion."

"That's good." She paused. She loved him, but a lot of this was new ground for her. "We're not going to have another fight?"

"I'm not a twelve-year-old. I can decide
not
to have a fight."

She raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Very funny." He stood up and she immediately missed him on top of her. Moving off the bed, he looked over his shoulder, his long brown hair displaying over the top half of his back. Still, she got a very fine view of his firm ass. "I'm going to get a drink. What can I bring you?"

"What do you suppose he has in the fridge if he's been gone a month?" Or if he had anything in there, did she want to drink it?

"Good call." Beautifully naked, he strutted out of the room. It gave her a thrill to see him like that. She might even be brave enough to stand up and follow him. No, she amended the thought. She'd probably still want to cover up. "I think it's going to be water at whatever temperature it comes out of the tap."

She smiled and snuggled down into the pillow just as the Gabe's cell phone, still located in the pocket of his pants, started ringing. He didn't have one of those specialized ring tones, just a buzzing noise that was somewhere between a vibration and a ring.

"Could you get that? I'm sure it's Leonardo calling to find out where the hell we are," he called from the kitchen.

She had no idea what took so long considering all he had to do was fill two glasses with water. Grumbling, she bent over and picked his pants off the floor. Finally, she pulled the phone out of the pocket.

Not looking at the display since she'd have no idea who it was anyway, she answered it.

"Hello."

"Um, yes, hello." The person on the other end of the phone was male and had an accent. French, she thought, although she wasn't always good at telling.