Storm Warning by Kadi Dillon Page B

lips down to hers.
    “And this,” h e said against her mouth and ripped the pins from her hair. Her sharp intake of breath slammed into him like a microburst . Every beat of his heart echoed in his ears while the blood rushed through them. He ran his hand down to her back until his fingertips encountered smooth skin.
    She didn’t protest when he pulled her shirt off . It slid to the floor along with her under-shirt and bra. Hungry to feel her skin against his, he worked the buttons of his shirt, watching her take in the sight of him. He liked her this way—d azed and bewildered.
    When he pulled her to him again, he felt swallowed up by the heat of her naked flesh against his. He strained for patience when he wanted to devour. Her breathing had quickened, coming in soft pants. He took her mouth again and felt her hunger match his.
    Then his hands were at her breast s as he cupped her. She moaned, deep and low in her throat while his thumbs worked her nipples to straining peaks . His mouth was there next , tormenting her sensitive flesh. His tongue shot out and he traced, scraped, and sucked. When she was writhing against him, he abandoned her breast and trailed his lips up the side of her neck. He felt her shiver and it drove him more.
    She ran her hands up his chest, her slender fingers setting small fires along the way, until they dived in his hair. She brought her lips to his and he kissed her greedily, drinking in her taste and knowing he’d never have enough. He picked her up, wrenching a small gasp from her.
    “Gabe.”
    There was uncertainty in her voice as she looked at him. He shifted her in his arms, caressing the tender skin on her ribs, and waited for her to continue. She bit her lip and tried a smile. “I don’t want you to think I’m like this with men. I’m not usually like this . I don’t sleep around.”
    “This isn’t ordinary.”
    “I know, ” she whispered shakily.
    He brought his lips to hers again and kissed her as he crossed the room . Finally, he laid her on the bed and worked her jeans down her hips. She was soft everywhere, he thought, struggling not to hurry. He was aching for her, a literal burn that wouldn’t go away until he had her. And even then—
    “You’re beautiful,” he whispered when she was completely naked. Picking up where he left off, he caught the lobe of her ear with his teeth, giving it a small tug. Her breath caught in her throat, ended in a moan. He felt her fingers fumble with his jeans and he helped her slide them off. When there were no more barriers between them, he pulled away to look at her.
    He took in her pale skin, his mouth watering in anticipation. He tasted the tender place between her neck and shoulder, reveling in the feel of her silky skin against his tongue. Teeth nipping, he journeyed down to her breast again, wanting her in that mindless state of passion again . Her eyelashes fluttered closed when he caught a pebbled nipple in his mouth.
    He lingered there while she writhed beneath him, then his lips made a hot trail down to her stomach, stroking until she cried out.
    He rose above her and wrapped his arms around her. She fit her head in the crook of his neck as he plunged into her. Her nails dug into his heated flesh as he moved, rocking her to fulfillment. She cried out, arched against him, and went limp. He followed her to completion and collapsed on top of her.
    While they la y wrapped up in tangled sheets—sated, spent, and exhausted— he held her.
    “Guess I should get in a fight with Charlie more often.”
    Gabe laughed and ran his hand down her back .
    “Go out to d inner with me tonight.”
    Propping herself up on her elbow, she trailed her finger lazily down his bare chest. “Dinner? Isn’t that doing things a little backwards?”
    He brought his hand up and ran his finger up and down the length of her arm simply because he could . “We can do this again after dinner if it makes you feel more thorough.”
    She laughed. “I’m