Scandal Never Sleeps (The Perfect Gentlemen 1)

“How about you stop thinking for a few minutes? I don’t know what your other lovers did, but I intend to make sure you like this.” He rubbed his nose right over her pussy and took a deep breath. “You smell incredible. Like sweetness and sex. So fucking good.”

His tongue lashed out, and she couldn’t stop him. She couldn’t stop herself from looking down her body, watching as he licked at her. Then his mouth covered her pussy. Heat slammed through her system. No hesitation. No uncertainty. Gabriel knew exactly what to do, how and when to do it to make her back arch and a cry escape her lips. He was slow and sure and incredibly thorough. His fingers parted her, opening her to the rasp of his teeth and tongue as he very gently and deliberately devoured her.

She gripped the sheets to stop herself from clutching his hair. Not to pull him away, but to make sure he didn’t stop. He licked and sucked, leaving not an inch of her unloved. When his tongue circled her clitoris, she was certain she was going to die happy.

“You taste so good, Eve.”

The sound of her nickname startled her. She was only Eve to those she loved. In her head, the name was almost an endearment. Usually, she preferred Everly. Last night had been make-believe. Her name hadn’t mattered then. This morning, she wanted more. She wanted Gabriel to call her by her real name because she wanted him to know the real her.

Dangerous thoughts. She had too much on her plate for more than here and now. Besides, for all she knew, Gabriel was actually married with three kids. Damn, but that thought was disconcerting. She didn’t even know his last name.

“Hey, don’t tense on me.” His fingers played in her pussy, thrusting up and curling against her G-spot. “Don’t think, baby. Just feel. Give me a couple of hours more. Stay with me.”

He didn’t want to leave any more than she did, it seemed. The thought made her sigh as he lowered his head once more.

His tongue found her clit as he pressed his fingers up again. Suddenly she didn’t give a damn about being sore. All that mattered was the heat and thrill sparking between them. When he sucked her clit between his teeth one more time and moaned, she went screaming over the edge.

She bucked against him, but he held her hard, hips pinned to the mattress, forcing her to take every sensation he had to give. Her entire body jolted. Lightning pleasure crackled down her veins. Anyone staying on this floor had to have heard her wails of ecstasy.

Once the peak passed, Gabriel eased away. Her whole body softened as she came down from the high—until she saw him on his knees, over her, reaching for a condom.

He was a magnificent man. She could look at him all day. From his piercing blue eyes to that square jaw to a truly amazing chest, his body provided one gorgeous sight after another. She let her stare drift down to abs she’d only seen in magazines and those notches at his hips bespoke long hours in the gym. He rolled the condom on with a deft hand, covering what had to be the most voracious cock she’d ever encountered. Not that she’d experienced many, but it was hard to believe anyone else could compare with his stamina.

“I thought I was going to repay the favor.” She didn’t mind. Now that he’d shown her what the big deal was about oral sex, she wanted to know how he tasted.

He shook his head impatiently as he pressed the broad head of his erection against her. “No time. Need it now.”

He lowered his body over hers and thrust in deep, his lips plundering hers even as his cock did the same below. She tasted her own arousal on his lips.

“I don’t want the morning to end,” he groaned, rumbling the words against her lips.

Everly didn’t want this to end, either. They could stay right here in this hotel. They could live here and do nothing but make love, eat, and drink. What a lovely fantasy.

She wrapped her arms around him, knowing she would miss him after this and would forever rank other men by the night she’d spent with Gabriel.

He sank in, his hips surging forward then easing back until he found the perfect rhythm. It didn’t take him long to send her up, up, until she hung on to the edge by a thread again. This morning, she would never have believed she was capable of multiple orgasms. Now she knew that not only could Gabriel give them to her, but with him they were inevitable.

His body stiffened. “Oh god, Eve. Fuck, that feels so good.”

Then he pushed in again, his swelling cock providing exquisite friction against the most sensitive spot high and deep. She screamed as he called out to her again, then they collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs and sighs.

Panting, he rolled to the side of the bed and slung his arm over his head. “You know, we could go on a date sometime.”

She turned to face him. “I thought this was one night only.”

He reached for her hand and brought it to his chest. “It doesn’t have to be. There’s obviously a spark between us. No reason we can’t explore it. Give me a second.”

“I thought we agreed to just a night.” She might dream about him, but she knew what reality was. They came from two different worlds. Everything about the man screamed money and privilege. She was a girl from the wrong side of the tracks who was about to find her way right back there.

He stared at her for a moment as though he was trying to figure her out. “And if I changed my mind?”

She needed him to be realistic. “Are you looking for a girlfriend, Gabriel?”

“No,” he said, his gorgeous lips turning down. “I’m not in a place where that’s a good idea. The next few months are going to be . . . difficult to say the least. I won’t have much time to spare and I need to spend it on my family.”

Against her better judgment, her heart sank. Well, at least he was honest. He’d been kind. He’d given her more pleasure than she’d ever hoped for and now he was giving her the truth. She couldn’t be angry at him for that.

She pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. In the morning light, his hair looked more golden than brown. “Good-bye, Gabriel.”

Everly turned away from him and started to rise from the bed. Somehow, she managed to keep herself together. She didn’t want to make a fool of herself, and the last thing he probably wanted was a weepy female. Gabriel was too perfect, too good to be true. It was far better if they parted now.

He curled a hand around her arm, stopping her. “I don’t want you to go.”

She didn’t turn, but let herself be drawn against his warmth again until his chest seared her back. “Believe me, if there was any way we never had to leave this hotel again, I just might take it right now. But you know as well as I do that we’ve both got lives.”

“Do we? Today’s Saturday. Do you have to work? I don’t. I don’t have anywhere to be until Monday morning.”

She caught her breath. It was a bad idea. She was already in over her head and she’d barely spent twelve hours with the man. “Gabriel, you said you don’t want a girlfriend.”

His lips brushed her ear, his warmth caressing her. His big arms surrounded her. “I said I can’t have one right now, not that I didn’t want o

ne. What I can have is a weekend. Forty-eight more hours of pleasure. Forty-eight hours where we don’t leave this suite, where you don’t wear clothes or worry about tomorrow or think past your next orgasm.”

When he cupped her breasts, she sighed. “I don’t know if I can handle another orgasm.”

Gabriel chuckled behind her. “I think you can. We fit together as if you were made for this moment with me. Look how these pretty things fill my hands. Come on, Eve. Stay. I’ll play by your rules.”

“I think it’s a bad idea.” But her body was already behaving like a traitor, softening, priming itself for surrender. “I understand how one night is about sex. I don’t know if a weekend