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“Interesting,” Malisa said as she swiped at the moisture that had risen across her forehead.
“Why's that?”
“It just is. Everything about you is interesting, Gabriel.” She smiled sweetly. “So, do you always bring your dates here?”
Gabriel laughed. “Actually, I don't. You are the very first woman to come here since before I got married. My ex-wife has never been here. In fact, Delores doesn't even know I own this place.”
Malisa's expression was one of disbelief. “How did you manage that if you two were married?”
He shrugged his broad shoulders. “Our relationship was complicated. Her not knowing simply made things easier.”
He paused, a flash of something Malisa didn't quite recognize washing over his expression. Sensing that he didn't want to go into detail, she changed the subject.
“So, tell me something about you that no one knows.” Her gaze met his.
He smiled, the wealth of it lifting his eyes widely. He paused in reflection. “Don't you dare tell anyone,” he said as he leaned toward her, almost conspiratorial. “But I'm afraid of spiders.”
Malisa grinned, breaking out into a low laugh. “Really? You?”
“Yes, ma'am. Screaming-like-a-girl terrified! It's some serious arachnophobia.”
“I'll have to remember that,” Malisa responded, her head bobbing up and down.
“And you? What don't people know about you, Malisa Ivey?”
“Are you any good at keeping secrets, Gabriel?”
He grinned. “I think so,” he said, his tone everything but convincing.
“If you ever say a word, Gabriel Whitman, I will hurt you,” Malisa continued, pointing her index finger at him. “But I have a tattoo.”
“A tattoo? That's your big secret?”
“Yes. But only four people know it exists. Me, the tattoo artist who did it, my last boyfriend, and my gynecologist. You make five.”
Gabriel was suddenly intrigued. “And where is this tattoo?” he questioned in a deep, husky tone.
Malisa stared into the man's eyes. He was staring back just as intensely, and there was no mistaking the look of desire in his eyes. Her pulse began to race ever so slightly, a low throbbing beginning to beat between her legs. She dropped her gaze to the floor as she slid her fingers through her hair and down the side of her face. She cleared her throat, then lifted her eyes back to his.
The man was grinning widely. “Oh, now I have to see this tattoo,” he said. He inched his way closer to her, dropping his hand against her calf.
“My tattoo is for select eyes only,” Malisa said, pulling her leg back and tucking it beneath her bottom.
“So you're going to tease me and not let me look. That's not right,” Gabriel laughed.
“I didn't say I
wasn't
going to let you see it,” Malisa intoned. Her seductive voice dropped to a loud whisper. “I just said it's for select eyes only.”
Gabriel paused, waiting anxiously. Malisa laughed heartily. She rose from her seat, holding her towel tightly around her petite frame.
“Where did you say that hot tub was?” she asked.
Gabriel pointed. “On the other side of the master bedroom through the glass doors and onto the enclosed porch.”
Malisa moved to exit the room. Unable to resist, she leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss against his lips. She felt her blood sizzling through her veins, and then he reached one large hand up to press his fingers against the side of her face as the other slid easily around her waist. His touch was almost too much for her to bear.
Drawing back, Malisa moved to the sauna's door. With her hand on the doorknob, she turned slightly to face him. “I'm going to grab a quick shower and then I'll meet you there,” she said. Her seductive expression moved Gabriel to sit upright, stirring heat deep in his core.
As she closed the door behind her, disappearing from his view, he thought about the kisses they'd shared. He'd give anything to keep kissing her lips, never wanting to stop making the lush pillows his. It was becoming harder to maintain control, temptation winning the battle he was trying to fight.
He reached beneath his towel to release the concrete appendage that had risen with a vengeance beneath the covering. His erection bulged anxiously for attention. Gabriel stroked himself gently, willing the protrusion away. When nothing happened, he heaved a deep sigh. The desirable woman had him hungry for her flesh. He would need a cold shower to stall the heavy rise of wanting. Lifting himself from his seat, he headed down the hall to the other bathroom, hoping to rinse away his craving for Malisa but knowing the chances of his doing so were slim to none.
Chapter 10
The spray of cool water felt good against Malisa's skin. It had become quite heated in the small enclosure, the rise in warmth having nothing to do with the sauna's temperature. Being near Gabriel kept her heated, even when they were standing knee-deep in snow.
She'd been surprised by her boldness, her desire to kiss the man completely out of control. Never before had she felt the way kissing Gabriel made her feel, intense sensations firing through every fiber in her body. Somewhere in the back of her mind, there was a very tiny voice telling her she might need to step back and slow it down, and then there was that louder voice whispering that she needed to take control and enjoy the buffet that was everything Gabriel.
Malisa sighed, blowing warm breath past her lips. Even beneath the spray of water, she was becoming heated at the thoughts of him, her nerves completely on edge. She wanted Gabriel and she wanted him to want her just as badly.
Gabriel beat her to the hot tub, the man already ensconced beneath a bubbling flow of water. His eager eyes followed every one of her footsteps as she moved from the entrance to the edge of the large pearlescent tub. He swallowed hard as she stood staring at him, her hands playing with the belt that held her robe closed tight. He was rendered speechless at the sight of her, blood shooting straight to his groin. He swiped a wet hand across his face.
Her hair was damp from the shower she'd just taken, ringlets of water trickling down her face and neck. An ample amount of cleavage peeked from beneath the robe, her firm breasts sitting high and firm. Everything about her was steeped in sensuality, the beautiful woman everything fantasies were made of. Gabriel clamped his legs tightly together, his hand cupped over his crotch in an attempt to hide the telltale sign of his wanting.
He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. “Did you find the swimsuits in the bedroom? They were supposed to leave a few for you to choose from.”
She nodded. “I did,” she said softly. “But”—she slowly pulled at the belt tightened around her waist—“if I put on a swimsuit, you wouldn't be able to see my tattoo.”
A teasing smile pulled at her lips as he shifted forward in his seat. As if she were in slow motion, Gabriel watched the belt fall to the floor first, the bathrobe falling right behind it. His gaze slowly shifted upward from the garments on the floor.
Dressed in absolutely nothing but her birthday suit, Malisa's seductive pose stirred something deep in the core of Gabriel's body, every muscle and vein hardening like steel. Her caramel complexion glistened from the heat, a smooth, silky confection that had his mouth watering for just a little taste of her decadent delights.
And that tattoo! Never before had he seen anything like it. His eyes flitted back and forth over the details, then looked to her face and back again. Malisa chuckled, his reaction exactly what she'd expected. The body art had been the result of a bet, a wager between herself and a former lover who she had at one time thought would be with her forever. Forever had lasted only two years, when the man suddenly decided that his interests lay elsewhere. The tattoo, however, remained with her, a reminder that some rash decisions might not always be in her best interest.
Her neatly cropped patch of pubic hair served as the foundation for her tattoo, creating the base of a bird's nest. Just a few single branches coiled up toward her stomach. Rising out of the nest were three baby birds craning their necks upward, and perched protectively on one of the tree limbs was the mommy bird. It was not at all what he expected, but it was one of the most beautiful designs he'd ever seen.
“Why birds?” Gabriel asked, smiling up at her.
“Because if you stroke me the right way, they'll sing for you,” she said, her smile teasing.
Gabriel nodded, excitement gleaming from his expression. His desire raged like wildfire in his eyes, his wanting so acute that nothing and no one could have put out the flames. He wanted her. He knew she wanted him. She was his for the taking. He didn't want for anything more. He moved himself forward, his erection pressing against the front of his swim trunks, his attempt at modesty belied by the engorged organ begging for her attention.
As Malisa stepped into the pool of water, one slow step and then another, she reached her manicured hand toward him for his support. Clasping her fingers, Gabriel helped her down into the whirling pool, the woman coming to stand before him. Without a second thought, Gabriel pressed his mouth to her abdomen, planting a damp kiss against her belly button. He gently rubbed his cheek against her stomach and drew his fingers over the line of her tattoo.
When he touched her, Malisa inhaled swiftly, air catching somewhere deep in her chest. She felt the heat of her desire deep between the center of her legs and all the way to her toes. Wrapping her arms around him, Malisa drew him closer to her, his touch fueling something so deep within her that the wealth of it was almost frightening. No man had ever moved her like Gabriel moved her. No man had her wanting him as much as she found herself wanting Gabriel. She couldn't imagine not opening herself up to him, allowing herself to lose complete control in all that he had to offer. She'd given herself permission to let him in the moment he'd said hello.
Malisa leaned in to kiss him, and he felt the weight of her body slide down his chest and lower against his lap. He opened his mouth to her, her tongue gliding in sync with his as he wrapped his arms tightly around her torso. Drawing back, she smiled, her seductive expression igniting a wealth of heat through his groin. Her breath held as Gabriel stared deep into her eyes, every ounce of desire shimmering in the dark depths.
She pressed her palm to his chest as she nestled herself against him, her knees clasping the sides of his torso. Her delicate hands caressed his chest, gliding around to his shoulders and to his back as she pressed her bare breasts against him.
“If you want me to stop, you need to say so now, Malisa,” Gabriel whispered, nuzzling her neck. “Because I want to make love to you. I
need
to make love to you,” he murmured against her skin, trailing kisses over every inch of skin that he could reach.
With no intention of stopping, wanting to make love to him just as desperately, Malisa kissed his mouth. Snaking her tongue past his lips, the kiss was urgent and demanding. Clasping his cheeks between the palms of her hands, their tongues danced nicely together. When she finally pulled away from him, they both gasped hungrily for air.
Shifting her body back, Malisa met his gaze, holding the lingering stare. There was no need for words. They knew what they wanted, and they knew that nothing was going to keep them from it. The passion rising between them was like nothing they'd known before. It had taken on a life of its own, the wealth of it corporeal.
Beneath her, his manhood pressed hard against her bottom, the enormity of his erection tattling the degree of his arousal. He was large, thick, and raging hard. Malisa was suddenly desperate to nestle herself around him, to feel him deeply connected to her. She wanted to touch him, to hold his hard flesh in her hands. And she wanted most to mold her body around his. She slid her hands down into the water, caressing the outside of his thighs and then drawing her palms back to the waistband of his cotton trunks.
As she gestured for him to rise, Gabriel lifted his hips, with her still sitting in his lap. His erection shifted even more between her legs, and he inhaled swiftly at the sensation. He was desperate for release. Malisa pulled at his shorts, her touch demanding as she pulled them down. As they tangled around his ankles, he kicked his feet free. His erection stood at full throttle, every ounce of his excitement pulsing through the rock-hard tissue with a vengeance.
Sliding her hands between their bodies, Malisa grasped him with both palms. His flesh was warm in her hands as she stroked him boldly, her fingers gliding up and down the length of him. Her gaze shifted to his face, and he smiled, a slow, easy bend of his mouth. Malisa moaned his name as he leaned forward and captured her mouth. The frenzied sensations had her stomach clenched.
“You're driving me crazy!” Gabriel roared into her neck, his words a deep growl from someplace deep in his throat. His heart was beating like a steel drum in his chest, and he felt as if he might explode at any moment.
Clasping her buttocks, he settled her around his waist and settled himself up from the whirlpool of water. He wanted her in his bed, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, surprised by how easily he had lifted her into his arms. Before she realized it, Malisa was lying on her back against the king-sized mattress in the master bedroom. She watched as Gabriel pulled a condom from the bed table and stretched the prophylactic over his engorged member.
Just as quickly, his hands were drawing a slow path over her shoulders and down to the twin peaks of her breasts. The caress was slow and easy, and when he reached her nipples, he caressed the hard buds with amazing skill, his touch followed by his tongue as he outlined each tip before sucking them gently into his mouth. As he suckled her easily, Malisa knew that it would take very little more for her to orgasm.
“Gabriel!”
Reaching farther down, he dropped his fingers between her legs. She was hot and wet and needy, both their emotions raw and intense. He towered over her, his masculine frame easily finding its place. Staring into her eyes, Gabriel knew there was no turning back for either of them. Their gazes still locked tightly together, he gripped her hips and raised them toward him. When he entered her, the joining brought tears to his eyes.
Malisa had never known anything sweeter. Her body instinctively gave in to him, her inner walls stretching eagerly. Heat flared, muscles quivered, their bodies trembled, and then he began moving, pumping into her with painstaking precision. He hovered between her legs possessively, each stroke deliberately making her his one and only.
As if she'd been hit with something akin to an electrical shock, Malisa felt her muscles clench tightly around his. She drew him deeper inside her, waves of pleasure consuming every fiber of her being as she devoured him hungrily.
Gabriel screamed her name. Their orgasms hit at the same time, and he dropped his mouth to hers, the warmth of her breath on his lips as they both fell off the edge. Sensation rippled from his core, hot and consuming as every bit of his soul shot deep inside of her, collapsing above her as she drained everything he had to offer. The moment exceeded every one of their expectations.
 
 
Malisa didn't have a clue how long they lay together. She felt as if she'd just gone through an out-of-body experience, every coherent thought she could muster lost in another hemisphere. Beside her, Gabriel was lost in his own world, completely drained and wholeheartedly satisfied. Neither had ever known a time when making love had them feeling the way they were both feeling.
She sucked in a trembling breath, wanting him to do to her again what he had just done. She closed her eyes, her body temperature starting to rise once again. As if reading her mind, Gabriel pressed a kiss against her neck and then nibbled at the soft flesh, biting her gently. She purred beneath his touch, his hands starting to glide like warm butter over her heated surface. Wrapping her limbs around him, she hugged him tightly, welcoming his weight above her body.
Gabriel was in awe of what was happening between them. His erection had barely subsided, blood still surging for attention. He rested just at the entrance to her secret garden, wanting back inside. He dropped his gaze to her face, his eyes locking with hers. Neither spoke, having no need for words. “I want to be inside of you,” he whispered, his words cutting through her thoughts of wanting him there.
Malisa closed her eyes, a throaty sigh spilling out of her mouth. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, lush pillows that had been well serviced. Her mouth fell open ever so slightly, and she bit down against her lower lip. His body grazed hers intimately, and then he was inside her again, a slow, easy grind filling her deeply. He thrusted in and pulled out, in and out, the motion methodic and steady as he savored each stroke. With each thrust, his erection expanded inside her, marking the walls of her inner lining as his own.
With an unwavering grip, her muscles tightened around him, drawing him in deeper and deeper. Emotion suddenly shook him to his core as an electrical current spurted through him. Every part of his body was impacted by the scorching release.
Calling out as if in prayer, Malisa reveled in the pure pleasure of the moment. Everything about Gabriel felt wonderfully right, like destiny had put her in the right place at the right time with the perfect partner. Opening her eyes to him, she found herself lost in his dark eyes. His stare was engaging, his expression completely captivating.
Gabriel knew that whatever was happening between them had taken on a life of its own. The intensity of it had rendered them both speechless, lost in the sheer beauty of its magnitude. This Christmas gift was wholeheartedly the best present he had ever received.
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