Gabriel's Promise (Gabriel's Inferno 4)

“She has before.” Julia’s eyes met her husband’s.

“Point taken.” Gabriel covered her mouth with his even as their lower bodies slid against one another.

Julia groaned and urged him on with her hands.

He responded, surging forward and gaining entrance with one smooth thrust.

Julia put her head back, lifting her hips.

Her breasts rose tantalizingly below his face and he plied them with kisses, using the edge of his teeth against the round, full flesh.

She urged him forward and he began to move, her hands dropping away as he found a satisfying, slow rhythm.

“Look at me,” he whispered, arching above her.

She gazed up into his eyes. There was possession, and protectiveness, and want. Anxiety, perhaps, and hope and love.

He watched her to decipher her reactions, to see what made her head loll back and her hands grip tighter. To read eagerness in the rise and fall of her breasts. To see urgency when she found herself on edge.

Self-control was not one of Gabriel’s virtues, but his pride in being a good lover motivated its development. In the case of Julianne, making love to her inspired him to temperance.

He wished for their coupling to last as long as possible and to raise her to the heights of pleasure and keep her there until her body rebelled and she came. Only then would he chase his own completion.

“I’m close,” she panted.

He increased his pace incrementally, drawing out her climb.

Her hands clamped on his backside like a vise and she pulled and pulled, bringing him deeper inside her.

She held her breath and her body tightened. He could feel her losing control.

He moved more quickly, dropping his head to kiss her breast.

She clutched him to her chest as her head rolled back. He felt as well as heard her pleasure overtake her.

Now he could chase.

His pace increased, faster and faster, his hand grabbing hold of her hip. A flaring of nerves and an exquisite quickening, and he was releasing inside her. His entire body contracted.

By the time he opened his eyes, she was already kissing him. Embracing his forehead, his chin, his mouth.

“It was so beautiful,” she said, a touch of wonder in her voice. “It is always so beautiful with you.”

“You’re beautiful and you deserve all good things.” He nuzzled her neck before gazing into her eyes. “Always.”

He kissed her softly and moved to her side, breaking their connection. They lay entwined in one another’s arms until the night breeze drove them indoors.

Chapter Fifty-Seven

January 15, 2013

This is interesting.” Julia handed her cell phone to Gabriel.

They were sitting side by side in the shade of a cabana, steps from the ocean. Clare was situated in a small children’s cabana, resting atop a towel and surrounded by toys. Although she’d been placed on her back, she’d rolled onto her stomach. When she complained about being on her stomach, Julia moved her to her back. The process was repeated from time to time.

“Who is this from?” Gabriel removed his sunglasses to put on his reading glasses. He squinted at the screen.

“Professor Wodehouse.”