Page 68 of Pure Abandon

No, Kat, don’t go there!

No is right. Not my husband. My beautiful, blue-eyed, jealous husband.

Once Jackson is snug in bed, I glance at the clock. It’s nine o’clock. It’s early, but if I want to get into work early again, I’ll need to get a good night’s sleep.

My eyes open to the sound of shuffling feet. Gabriel is home.

Making his way into the walk-in closet, he kicks off his shoes and sheds himself of his suit jacket, hanging it up carefully on the hanger. I sit up in bed and watch as he carefully unknots his tie and hangs it on the tie rack before his long fingers unbutton his shirt from collar to hip. My eyes watch as he slowly peels his shirt back, revealing his exquisite build. There is no sweeter sight than a man shirtless in dress pants with the top button undone. As if he knows I’m watching, he peels off his pants, revealing his incredible physique. Tall and strong, yet not bulky. He’s toned in all the right areas and has incredible definition. His arms and chest are his best features. Looks like he’s been keeping up with his pushups in the park.

When he’s shed of his suit, wearing nothing but boxer briefs, I’m reminded of our first night together.

Gabe kneeled down next to the bed in front of me and looked deep into my eyes. Even in the dark, I could see his piercing blues glowing in the night.

“Are you sure you want to do this? You had a lot to drink.”

I smiled at his compassion; it was so unexpected. It made me want him even more. “Yes.”

Standing up slowly, Gabe removed his baseball cap, revealing his long dark waves that were hiding underneath. He threw the cap on his desk and turned on his iPod. “Crash.” Dave Matthews had no idea he wrote that song about this very moment.

In a slowed perfection, he rolled his shoulders forward and grabbed the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head. His breath hissed when I leaned forward and softly touched his chest. It was soft and smooth and creamy, like silk. My hand trembled ever so slightly.

“Relax.” He breathed.

I let out a breath and felt my shoulders lower.

“You are so beautiful. I haven’t been able to think of anything but you, right here, for weeks.” His voice made me quiver in a way I only read about in my young adult books. “But I can’t do this.” My eyes must have given away my disappointment because he winked joyfully. “Not until I know your name.”

I blushed at the thought of being half naked on a bed with a guy who didn’t know my name. “Kathryn.”

He repeated my name and I felt his breath hit my skin. Gabe moved his hands around my back and unhooked my bra. The straps fell to the sides so I was completely exposed. He leaned forward and trailed soft kisses on my neck, stopping for a second at my clavicle before continuing his delicious journey south.

I let out a moan and grabbed his arms. I didn’t know what else to do with my body. I wanted—needed—to feel him, all of him. And I told him so.

After an endless amount of foreplay, my heart raced a mile a minute from the incredible feeling of having him all over my body, from anticipation of what was about to happen. He leaned over and grabbed a foil packet from his end table. I nearly stopped breathing at the thought of what was about to happen.

Easing his weight onto my body, Gabriel slowly lowered himself down and into me. I took him in, welcoming, widening, and accepting him into my body as one. He slowly pulled himself out before slashing his weight back into me, forcing my body to convulse, taking the pain and pleasure at the same time.

“Do that again!” I begged.

And he did, again, faster and faster. Our mouths found each other and we were all lips and tongues, taking breaks only to say each other’s names, names we just learned, yet we said them over and over again like they were a mantra, until we were breathing so hard we couldn’t speak.

“You’re going to be the end of me,” he said as he rolled over to place a soft kiss on my forehead. His hands laced in my hair and swirled the soft tendrils along his fingers.

I nuzzled closer to him, nesting myself in his arm. “I’ve never felt that before.”

He looked down at me, confused. “Felt what?”

“An orgasm. That was… I can’t even describe…”

Gabe let out a chuckle. “I’m sure that’s what you tell all the guys to make them feel good.”

“That would be impossible.”

“You don’t…” He looked puzzled, and I suddenly felt so self-conscious.

Should I have told him that? Is that something I possibly should have told him before I got naked in his bed?

“Were you a virgin?”