Scandal Never Sleeps (The Perfect Gentlemen 1)

it wanted to be, locking in on her pussy like she had a homing beacon.

He plunged his hands into her hair again, nipping at her lobe, inhaling her skin, savoring that moment before he sank to the hilt and fucked her breathless.

“Please, Gabriel. Oh, please,” she whimpered against his skin. “Don’t make me wait. I’ve never felt like this.”

He was fairly certain he never had, either. He’d had so much sex since his first tangle between the sheets at fourteen. The last few years, most of it had been become dull, nothing more than another bodily function. But this felt like something more—something electric, inexplicable. Really damn perfect. He wanted to make the sharp, agonizing moment before he plunged into her last. He needed to enjoy the sizzle burning his skin and feel her slowly set him ablaze. But Eve pressed kisses up his neck and jaw, arching underneath him, silently begging.

Fuck waiting.

Gabe pressed in, forcing her to take his full length in one thrust. She cried out, her nails digging into his back. The pain mixed with the pleasure of her snug heat and shot down his spine. He hissed out and tried to shove in even deeper, but her pussy was so tight. He withdrew slightly. She was so wet and ready, the friction felt perfect. Mind blowing. Damn, he couldn’t remember any woman who had ever responded so quickly and completely to his touch. He knew he’d never had one give herself so honestly.

Their bodies were like one. Eve enveloped him in a grip so tight and hot. And he loved every second of their closeness.

He crushed her to the mattress while he thrust back in, so deep, every inch a pure, toe-curling pleasure. So good. No, fucking amazing. Every time he pushed into her, he swore it couldn’t get better . . . and then it did. His heart raced. His blood sang. Tingles erupted. Hell, his head swam with euphoria. He couldn’t last. She was too hot, too perfect. The sensory overload was too damn much.

He settled into a hard rhythm, pushing them both to the brink. The bed squeaked. The duvet abraded his knees. Gabe didn’t care.

Instead, he focused on Eve, angling up until he found that spot that made her gasp and call out his name. Her pussy clenched, nearly strangling his dick with exquisite pressure, and he couldn’t hold back a second more. As she moaned out an incoherent cry, he felt her flutter and grip him as she came in his arms. That was it. He was done for. With a primal shout, he let go.

The orgasm shook him, seemingly endless. With a long groan, he thrust in relentlessly, soaring with a dizzying pleasure. Sweating, he pulled back as sensation raked him to new heights.

Gabe repeated the motion until the ecstasy seized his muscles. Pleasure exploded again. He let out a shocked, hoarse cry, until he couldn’t even gasp for another breath. Until he felt dizzy and replete. Until he had nothing left to give.

Finally, he fell on top of her, spent—for the moment.

A peace settled over him, and he rested his head on her breast. He listened to her heart beat in a rapid, measured rhythm.

In that moment, Gabe didn’t think he’d ever get tired of this . . . of her.

They were only supposed to have this night. He’d picked a hotel instead of his penthouse because he’d wanted to have her, then leave as soon as he’d finished. But he knew in that instant he wouldn’t. Couldn’t. He needed more. Even as he lay on top of her, still tucked inside her and panting, the thought of having her again made his cock begin to swell once again.

“Stay the night with me.” He lifted his head to look down at her.

A languid smile spread across her face. “All right, but I think you said something about food.”

“Well, I always try to take care of a lady.” He leaned down and kissed her.

He’d bought a few more hours with her, maybe even the whole night.

Gabe intended to make it count.

FOUR

Everly came awake slowly, not wanting to leave the sweet dream she’d found herself in. She was safe and perfectly happy. With Gabriel’s arms wrapped around her middle, the heat of his body warmed her. She smiled in contentment.

And then she felt a hand on her breast. Her grin became a moan. “Tell me it’s not morning yet.”

He moved in closer, his lips caressing her neck. “It’s still early. The sun’s not quite up. I don’t have to be anywhere for hours. How about you?”

“Not for a while.” She still needed time to process Mad’s death, the turn of her life, her future . . . But she didn’t have to do it today.

Gabe rolled her over and his mouth caught hers. “Good. Then we have time. I already called for coffee. It should be here in twenty minutes or so. We can take a shower. Then I’ll call in for some breakfast. I find myself very hungry.”

He’d been hungry all night. Gabriel had taken her over and over the night before. After the first time he’d made love to her, he’d called down to the concierge and ordered a bottle of champagne, dinner for two, and a box of extra large condoms. She’d blushed at the idea that some random bellboy was bringing up birth control, but Gabriel hadn’t blinked an eye. He’d tipped the young man, sent him on his way, and then he’d done his damnedest to go through the entire box.

She’d finally fallen into an exhausted sleep sometime after three in the morning. He’d wrung so much satisfaction from her body, Everly hadn’t been able to imagine wanting more.

A few hours of sleep had cured her of that. He’d barely started kissing her and her whole body was hot, alive, buzzing. Sex with Gabriel was like nothing she’d had before. Despite the fact that she didn’t know much about him, she felt a connection she couldn’t deny. Everly loved the way it felt to be underneath him. When he was on top of her, she felt oddly safe and protected, as though he was sheltering her with his big body.

It sounded silly and naive, but when they were together, she felt as if she belonged with him.

He sucked her bottom lip between his as he made a place for himself between her legs. She could already feel his hard cock against her and couldn’t help but wince. It had been a long time since she’d had sex—until last night when she’d had a whole lot of it. Everly also couldn’t deny that Gabriel was a bit better endowed than her previous lovers. Make that a whole lot better.

His head snapped up. He frowned. “You okay?”

She didn’t want to say anything that would make him stop. She only wanted to be close to him, and that was worth a little discomfort. “I’m fine.”

In the early morning light, she could see the way his five-o’clock shadow had filled in. The hair on his face matched his head, all golds and shimmering browns. She liked the way the stubble felt as it gently scraped her skin.

“You’re sore,” he said with a self-satisfied grin. “We had so much sex last night that you’re tender.”

She blushed again. “That’s not something to be proud of.”

“Oh, I totally disagree,” he shot back with a chuckle. “It means I did the job well. But I think I can make this right.”

“Gabriel, I’m fine.” He’d made it right about six times the night before. She was willing to give him whatever he wanted.

He started shimmying down her body, sliding against her in a slow grind. Every inch he eased down, he suckled and laved her skin. He laid sweet kisses against her neck and chest and nipped playfully at her breasts. After the initial hot passion of their first lovemaking, Gabriel had turned out to be a chameleon. Sometimes he liked to play and take his time, touching and kissing every part of her. Other times, he would roll her over and she would find herself penetrated and calling his name within seconds. He kept her off balance and always made sure she had a screaming good time.

His tongue delved into her belly button. “I can make you forget that you’re sore.”

She had no doubt. Still, she liked to play his game. “How are you going to do that?”

His eyes flashed. “I’ll kiss it and make it better.”

Gabriel looked down at her sex, leaving no doubt as to his intention. She squirmed. They hadn’t done that yet. He?

??d kissed her everywhere but there, and it probably wasn’t a good idea. She hadn’t showered. “I don’t really like that.”

He held her down with his big body, hovering right above her mound. “Don’t like what?”

She tried to close her legs, but two hundred pounds of muscle lay between them. “Oral sex. It’s . . . awkward. I’m really okay without it.”

He reared back. One brow rose in obvious disbelief. “Seriously?”

She couldn’t imagine what she tasted like. The couple of times she’d allowed a lover to try had been embarrassing and she hadn’t gotten a lot out of it. “Yes.”

“Well, I’m not. Trust me, I was planning on getting your mouth on my cock this morning. I guess I’ll have to persuade you. See, the way I figure it, you’re very likely a fair woman and you’ll repay me once I take care of you.”

“I’m really not . . . It’s not my thing.” She shook her head.

But his mouth was already descending.