Gabriel's Promise (Gabriel's Inferno 4)

“Your eyes are shining,” he observed. “Glittering like dark pools.”

“I know what’s in store for me.”

“Come, then.” He kissed her again, his fingers winding through the waves of her hair. They slid down her back and gripped her waist.

He eased her onto the daybed and stretched beside her, his kisses slowing to gentle pressure, lips against lips.

“What do you want?” he murmured, easing the straps of her dress down her shoulders.

“I want to see you.”

Gabriel’s eyes sparked. “Undress me.”

Julia unbuttoned his shirt and swiftly pushed it over his shoulders. His hands moved to her bra and unfastened it with one hand. Now they were both naked to the waist.

Gabriel’s skin was warm as he covered her, her nipples brushing against his chest hair.

He kissed the arch of her throat and descended the valley between her breasts, moving to cover one with his hand. The other he explored with lips and the merest edge of teeth. His tongue darted to taste her nipple.

He was careful to kiss and lick but not to draw on her. Still, she clasped his head urgently, pressing him closer to her breast.

When her grip lessened, he transferred his affections to the other breast. His hand dipped to the skirt of her dress and slid beneath it, ascending her thigh.

He lifted his head. “No underwear?”

Julia nodded, a subtle lift to her mouth.

“Surely you aren’t forgoing underwear after I gifted you with enough for days?” His long fingers drifted below her hip bone into the crease between her hip and her inner thigh.

“It made me feel sexy. When you said you were going to touch me, at the restaurant, I wondered if you’d discover my secret right there.”

Gabriel cursed. “If I’d known, I would have.”

“We’d have been arrested.”

“Not arrested.” Gabriel smiled against her lips. “Merely asked to leave.” He coaxed her legs apart, beneath her dress.

Her hand moved to his belt, which she unfastened. She touched him over his trousers before tugging the zipper down. Her fingers found the band of his underwear and slid beneath. She found him already hard and eager.

“Not so fast,” he warned.

She explored him deftly until he grew impatient and moved her to a seated position.

“Off,” he commanded, tugging at her dress.

She lifted her arms and he pulled the fabric over her head, dropping it to the floor. But Julianne would not suffer being the only one naked. She tugged at his trousers and boxer briefs until he lifted his hips and kicked them away.

It was darker now. The blue glow still lifted from the pool, while the pale starlight shone above.

The shadows cast by the candles danced over their naked forms as Gabriel covered her with his body.

With his hand he parted her, touching lightly. Julia tugged his hand away. She grabbed his backside and opened her legs, and his hips fell against hers.

“Are you in a hurry?” He smiled down at her.

“Clare might wake up.” Julia’s hands smoothed over his backside and she gripped him.

“She wouldn’t dare.” Gabriel kissed her nose.