Beauty and the Beasts [Bride Train 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Reece Butler Page A

stop himself from reaching for her?
    “Yes, I do. I enjoyed Oz’s kiss, but then I convinced myself it was wrong. Since I won’t marry, I didn’t want to falsely encourage you. That’s why I just pecked your cheek.”
    “Oz? Marry?” Luke shook his head. “That man has good reasons to stay clear of marriage, so don’t hold yourself back.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Oz seemed quite enthusiastic about receiving more of your ‘encouragement.’”
    Did Luke mean that Oz would be interested in a discreet liaison? No, Oz was not the type to be discreet. Luke didn’t say whether Gabe wished to avoid marriage. And if Luke wanted to marry her, why did he encourage her to kiss his partners? Did he think they would wear her down until she was so needy she’d marry him just to get fulfillment? If so, he had another think coming. She had personal experience that a woman didn’t need a ring on her finger before a man could send her into orgasmic bliss. She looked at Gabe. Even in the dim light she could see his flushed cheeks.
    “I should have thanked you just as sincerely,” she said. Gabe stared at the floor, his chest rising and falling quickly, almost as fast as her own. Finally, he looked at her.
    “You don’t have to, Sarah,” he said quietly. “I don’t need your pity.”
    “Pity? Is that what you think this is about?”
    She stomped across the floor until her nose was only a few inches from his chest. She inhaled the same wonderful scent she remembered from that night. She could feel his heat radiating toward her. If she slept with Gabe, she would never be cold on a winter’s night.
    Heat rose from between her legs, all the way to her forehead. If they shared a bed, his body heat wouldn’t be the only thing that would keep her warm. And a good part of the night would be spent doing anything but sleeping. She looked in his eyes, sixteen inches above her, and crooked her finger at him.
    “You really want to kiss me?”
    His nostrils flared when she nodded
    “Bring your mouth down here so I can reach your lips, big guy.”
    “You’re a bossy woman.”
    She nodded. “Especially when I know what I want.”
    A smile pulled at one side of his mouth. “I have a better idea.” Warm hands circled her waist. He easily lifted her until they were eye to eye. “How’s this?”
    He held her so their bodies were inches apart. She had to do something about that. She rested her hands on his shoulders. They were so wide that she put her elbows on them with her fingers near his neck. His lips looked so kissable that she leaned forward and brushed hers against them. He didn’t react.
    She pulled back her head. He blinked at her, and then smiled. His dark-brown eyes looked like they were melting in arousal. Her breasts reacted to the invitation, swelling in need. Her pussy did the same.
    This time he was the one who brushed his lips against hers. She accepted the gentle gesture, then opened her mouth and darted her tongue into his. His eyes widened for a moment before narrowing to accept her challenge. He nipped her bottom lip and then slid his tongue over it when she gasped.
    She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close.
     
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    Gabe shuddered when the tiny, hot woman pressed her breasts against his chest. He held her around the waist and his thumbs and fingers almost touched. Telling himself that he didn’t want her to fall, he walked forward until her back rested against the wall. Then he pressed his body against hers, tilting his hips to hold her up. She responded by lifting her legs and rubbing her pelvis against his cock.
    “Sarah,” he gasped, “I’m just using the wall to hold you, so you don’t fall. I don’t mean to do anything else—”
    “I do,” she whispered, and rubbed her breasts against him. “Now kiss me again.”
    If he kissed her again, he would do something like carry her into the back room, raise her skirts, and sink into her heat. That would be