Stolen Dreams by Marilyn Campbell Page A

abominably. You had a right to be furious and insult me in
return." She wasn't quite sure how he managed it so smoothly in such a
confined space, but their positions were now almost reversed. She was
lying on her back and his body partially covered hers as he smiled down
at her.
     
"I
don't think two wrongs make a right,' he said, his gaze drifting lower.
Her breasts were even more beautiful than he'd guessed and her eye
color had confirmed the fact that the contracted nipples weren't
entirely caused by the cold. "I owe you an apology also." He had
thought seeing would be enough, but the need to touch every part of her
was overruling all else. His fingers trickled over her stomach and
crept upward. "My throwing your heritage back at you was completely
unreasonable. My only excuse is that I was confused."
     
"I'm
sorry
about that," Shara said, trying not to think about her racing pulse.
"But I'm afraid you confused me as well. I don't usually . . . forget
myself so easily."
     
His hand had finally reached the swell of
her
breast and, with great effort, he stopped himself from proceeding
further. "I can't say that I understand your attitude, though. I know
you were enjoying our kisses as much as I was." He watched her gaze
move to his mouth while her tongue sneaked out to moisten her lips. "In
fact, I think you're wondering the same thing I am right now: Was it
really that good?" Her sharp intake of breath was her verification of
his guess.
     
"I don't want to take any of your gifts, Shara. I
want to give you some."
     
The only response she could manage was
to furrow her brow.
     
"The first gift I'd like to give you is
satisfaction . . . of your curiosity."
     
She knew this was a
mistake. She should get out of the pouch, stop his velvety touches,
which were clouding her mind while seducing her body, and, above all,
avoid kissing him.
     
Her lips parted to deny him, and he lowered
his head.
     
How
could an act so simple as two mouths making contact tip the world off
its axis? His tongue teased hers, and she had the answer. This was no
simple act. The tender caress he started to give her instantly turned
demanding and all she could do was respond to that demand with her own
shocking need.
     
He gave up the fight to keep his hand from
capturing
her breast. When she covered that hand with hers and encouraged him to
squeeze harder, his erection stretched to its limit against her hip.
     
Gabriel
had never known such uncontrollable desire, but now was not the time to
analyze it. His body demanded that he seek immediate relief and he
moved over her. Yet, in spite of the fact that she spread her thighs to
cradle him and her hands urged him to complete the union, the
recollection of what she had accused him of before gave him the
willpower to hold back.
     
"I think our mutual curiosity is
satisfied,"
he murmured against her mouth. Sliding his aching shaft up and down
over her nerve center, he kissed her again, then said, "I would like to
give you another gift, but you'll have to tell me you want it. The
pleasure is yours for the taking, Shara. Will you accept it?"
     
There
was no doubt in her mind. If she didn't take it in the next few
seconds, she would go up in flames. "Yes. Please." He entered her so
quickly, she gasped, but her body had been well prepared and welcomed
his with a shudder of relief.
     
Her
body had previously welcomed two other men, but now she realized they
had merely taken from her without giving anything in return. Gabriel's
body was doing things to hers that she hadn't known were possible.
There was a harmony to their movements, and every stroke, every touch,
made her more aware of how much she could take from him ... if she just
reached out for it. If she could only quiet the whispers of uncertainty
in her mind.
     
His intention had been to please her first, then
satisfy himself at a leisurely pace. That was the way it had been in
every encounter he had previously had. But this wasn't like anything