“I…” A bubble of frustration shimmered in her chest. She didn’t know what she wanted. To tell him to get off her? Or to cut to the chase and yell at him to take her, already? She knew she shouldn’t fuck him, shouldn’t have let herself get in this position. This man was still a suspect and held the key to a myriad of secrets she desperately wanted to know. But, damn it, she wanted him. Badly. Cat grabbed a handful of his hair and kissed him on the mouth.
Gabriel mauled her back, kissing her with the same heat. He braced his elbows next to her head and penetrated her.
Cat tore her mouth from his, gasping. He speared her with his huge cock, knocking the breath out of her lungs. An incredible pressure burnt her sex—he had stretched her beyond her expectations.
“Gabe…” she wheezed.
“Bear with me, babe.” He pushed another inch. And another.
She threw her head back, baring her neck. Gabriel licked and sucked her flesh. He thrust until he hit the neck of her womb. “Jesus.”
He didn’t move right away after he’d sheathed himself balls-deep inside her. His cock throbbed. Her pussy fluttered around his shaft. Gabriel had taken her so deep, she could feel him in places she hadn’t thought existed before. He slowly pulled out until his cockhead almost left her opening, and pushed back inside in an agonisingly slow motion, as if he wanted to relive the initial penetration. The pleasure was beyond words. Especially when Gabriel started rocking her. His hard shaft ground deliciously against the tight walls of her vagina.
Cat moved with him, eagerly meeting his thrusts. God. The pleasure was unthinkable. She needed him to move faster. Her climax hovered just above the horizon and Gabe seemed to be taking his sweet time. A manic need engulfed her in one smooth swoop. She hadn’t expected it would feel so good having him deep inside her like this. “Gabriel,” she sobbed. “Please…”
Her plea made him pause. “Did I hurt you?”
“No… I…” Cat wound her arms around his neck. “Faster. Fuck me faster…”
“Oh.” Gabriel slammed into her without reserve. He pounded her harder and faster. “Like this?”
“Harder.”
“God, yes.”
Gabriel hammered his cock inside her in short, rapid thrusts. Their flesh made obscene sounds as the fire of their lust incinerated her sanity to cinders. He growled as he fucked her harder. The pleasure seized her in a wicked grip. The air around her thinned. She tried to stave off the urge to come—she wanted it to last longer—but she couldn’t.
Cat came. Hard and long. Fireworks burst before her eyes. She bit Gabriel’s shoulder to muffle her scream. But he didn’t seem to feel it. He kept fucking her until he climaxed.
He roared. Oddly enough, he sounded like a lion.
Her mind was halfway to oblivion, but she was dimly aware of Gabriel spurting his seed inside her. His cock jerked in more than a dozen spasms. Her cunt contracted around his shaft, stroking it in an inward motion, milking his cream.
When Cat floated back to earth, she felt like a wreck. He kissed her. Gently, this time. He carefully pulled out of her and examined her pussy. He looked worried at first, but she was fine. He seemed to finally convince himself that she was okay.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I went too hard on you.”
“You kidding? I love a hard fuck.”
He cringed. “A little thing like you? I’m just glad I didn’t rip you asunder.”
Asunder. Cat almost laughed. Who talked like that in this time and age? “Give me a kiss, big guy.”
Gabriel was more than happy to kiss her. Cat buried her face in his throat and curled in his arms like a contented cat. For the first time since Jon had died, she felt safe and secure.
Which was kind of weird.
Gabriel Larousse was still her number one suspect.
Chapter Four
Cat was sure she had violated the most important rule of being a private investigator—never sleep with the person she was investigating. And here she was, fucking Gabriel. She wouldn’t mind having another go. And, when she thought about it, spies in movies sometimes had to sleep with the enemy in order to reach their objectives. She felt slightly better about herself. She wasn’t such a slut after all.
She didn’t know how long she’d dozed off for. She found herself sleeping in Gabriel’s arms, a warm blanket tuck
ed up to her chin. The blinds on the windows were drawn, but it was dark beyond them. It was still night-time. Her gaze drifted to the digital clock on the nightstand. Eleven forty-five. She had been sleeping for three hours.
But Cat didn’t feel like sleeping any more. Suddenly, she was wide awake. She could take a shower and snoop around Gabriel’s place, looking for clues.