OnlyYou by Laura Glenn

I’m definitely not a
virgin. What I meant was that I’ve never seduced a man before.” She rolled to
her side and propped her head up with her hand as she looked down at him.
    “Well, you certainly have a talent for it,” he quipped with
a weak grin as he lifted her by the waist and settled her body on top of him.
    The sudden shock of her flesh pressing against the length of
his hard, naked body sent waves of heat pulsing through her limbs. He grabbed
her rear, kneading her cheeks deeply with his fingers. A deep, guttural moan
escaped her throat and she weakly laid her head upon his chest, lost in the
sensual massage.
    “Are you truly willing to risk your future for this moment?”
he whispered against her hair. “Do you know what could happen to you if I was
not around and you were to bear my child?”
    Kaitlyn lifted her head from his chest and smiled softly
down at him. “You’re not going anywhere. Besides, with what I’m thinking, there
is no way a child will come of it.”
     
    Gabriel raised an eyebrow quizzically. Though what he wanted
most was to ram his engorged cock into her cunny, he was certainly intrigued.
Until that point he had somehow been able to draw on his experience as a
soldier to mentally overcome the exquisite torture this woman put him through.
His resolve began to melt away and he became acutely aware of her soft flesh
fairly beckoning to his touch.
    He grabbed one of her butt cheeks firmly in his palm, almost
as though he half expected her to change her mind and bolt from his bed. With
the other hand, he slid his fingers down the cleft of her butt until he reached
her cunny. He locked his eyes on her face as his fingers dipped into the slick
folds. Her eyes rolled back and then shut tightly as she whimpered and gripped
his shoulders tightly.
    Her liquid heat surrounded his fingers. It was more than
ready for his cock and he groaned in surprise over the wetness of her cunny. He
flipped her over onto her back and covered her body with his. She stretched her
arms up lazily like a cat basking in the sun and spread her legs. He gritted
his teeth as he found the tip of his shaft pressing against her hot, wet folds.
     
    Dazed, Kaitlyn’s eyes fluttered open as the throbbing deep
inside her slit increased. Instinctively, she rotated her hips upward and felt
something easily part her folds and pause at her entrance. She moaned and
wiggled her hips, her intense need to satisfy the emptiness of her pussy
overwhelming her thoughts.
    Gabriel grabbed her hips fiercely, his fingers digging into
her flesh almost painfully. “You are going to be the death of me, woman,” he
muttered darkly as he disengaged his cock from her.
    “Sorry,” she softly mumbled, only barely aware of how close
she had come to throwing caution to the wind.
    His lips savagely landed on hers, the hair on his chest
raking against her hardened nipples. He dragged his rough palm up the length of
her body to her cheek and pressed his thumb against her jaw to coax open her
mouth. He slanted his open lips over hers and quickly slipped his tongue
inside, tasting and caressing the soft recesses of her mouth. She matched his
fervor, her tongue curling around his.
    Kaitlyn’s mind whirled. She felt completely surrounded by
his masculine, earthy scent and the heat radiating from his body. Time seemed
suspended—no past, no future. She existed only in this moment—in the firm,
strong arms of a man who, by all laws of space and time, should not be working
his way into her heart.
    She thought it was only sexual fulfillment that she craved
but, as his tongue raked its way through her mouth and his large, strong hand
molded her breast, her mind became consumed with the thought of the necessity
of his presence in her life. Nothing else mattered. Coincidence or no, to her amazement
she found herself hoping that she was the Katie Macan.
    Out of the blue, a drowning sensation overcame her and she
began to panic. How could her heart become so