How the hell could she answer that when she could barely hold in a plea?
Gabriel could be so powerful and passionate. She loved that about him. But she also adored his teasing side. He was a very complex man—and a frustrating one. Despite the orgasm she’d had barely fifteen minutes earlier, he’d reawakened her body so quickly, so easily. She needed to feel his tongue on her, diving deep. His mouth lingered right above her most needy spot, and she ached. Everly couldn’t hold in a whimper.
She knew he was distracting her from the real issues, but in that moment she simply couldn’t focus on anything else. He had her right where he wanted her.
“I can think of a few things,” she managed to eke out.
“I can, too. Don’t move.” He released his grip on her legs and gently parted the petals of her sex. “Such a lovely pink. And look at that cream. Is that for me?”
“You know it is.”
He didn’t look convinced. “I need to be sure this is all mine.”
“It’s yours,” she wailed.
With his fingertips, he traced against her flesh lightly, just enough to tempt her. Lord, he was killing her.
“Say the words, Eve. Tell me what I want to hear.”
She knew exactly what he sought. “I belong to you.”
Had he wanted her to admit that for his pride . . . or his heart?
“Yes, you do.” And he sounded very satisfied about that.
He licked her, his tongue plunging into her furrow. A shock of heat flushed through her body. Everly gripped the sheets with a high-pitched hitching of breath. It took everything she had not to squirm.
“Show me this pussy is mine.” Demand rang in his low voice. “That all of you fucking belongs to me. No one else.”
Gabriel was definitely possessive. Even that first night he’d given off a covetous vibe. Now he seemed intent on proving that she was his—and his alone. But he didn’t have anything to worry about.
“I’m not interested in anyone else. All I can think about is you.”
He softened slightly. “Good. I don’t share. I’m definitely not sharing this.” He rubbed little circles around her clit before he took another long, slow swipe at her with his tongue. “Hmm. Do you have any idea how good you taste?”
She shook her head. “I do?”
He held a single finger up as if to ask her to give him a second. He settled back between her legs and covered her with his mouth. Another rush of heat scorched her system, especially when he settled in deeper. His tongue plunged her depths, penetrating her as his cock had earlier. Over and over, he speared her deep, invading and arousing her until he had to pin her to the sheets to stop her from wriggling with every moan.
Once he’d subdued her, he lifted one hand, thumbing her clit in light, teasing circles. His tongue worked her opening at the same time, driving her out of her mind.
“This is mine.” The words rumbled against her folds. “Your orgasms are mine. Give me one now. Come against my tongue so I can taste you.”
Everly couldn’t hold back a second longer.
The pressure surged between her legs, then exploded in a white-hot burst. She cried out, calling his name as he hurtled her into a blaze of satisfaction. It flowed through her veins, making her blood hum. In that moment, Gabriel felt like the center of her universe, as if her very world revolved around him.
He crawled up her body as he covered it with his own and crushed her to the mattress. “This is what you taste like. It’s heaven.”
He slanted his mouth over hers and probed deep. Instantly, she tasted her own tangy-tart flavor on his tongue. He wasn’t satisfied with a peck or even a short mating of mouths. Not Gabriel. He dominated her with his lips, imprinting himself on her, telling her without another word that he owned her all the way down to her soul.
She was breathless when he finally released her. With a swift move, he rolled to his back and lifted her.
“On top of me, Eve. Now. Fuck me.”
His commanding growl sent a fresh jolt of heat sizzling through her system. She eased off his body just enough to straddle him, shockingly eager to join with him again and feel the consuming pleasure only Gabriel could seem to give her.
The first night they’d spent together, Gabriel had been in charge, leading her to sweet oblivion as he’d taken her over and over. Now, as she stared down at him, Everly realized he’d finally put her in the driver’s seat.
He looked so gorgeous with his blue eyes burning in his flushed face, like a big predator lying in wait for his prey, plotting his next move. She had a feeling she’d better enjoy her chance to call the shots because it wouldn’t be long before he snatched control from her again.
Everly brushed her palms across the corded muscles of his shoulders and his chest, reveling in the hard feel of his flesh, his accelerating pulse. She leaned in to press her lips over the beat of his heart, loving the way he closed his eyes. When she licked at one masculine, brown nipple, he groaned.
His eyes snapped open, the thunder there matching his glower. “Are you teasing me?”
She shifted across his wide chest to lick the other flat disc, enjoying the game. “Turnabout is fair play. And maybe I want to know what you taste like, too.”
He cursed. His whole body went tight. “You’re going to kill me, baby. Just understand that I will take back control. And then . . .”
His smile let her know she’d be in all kinds of trouble. Everly loved that idea.
She continued her long exploration of his lips, neck, and chest, her head swimming with his scent, his fingers roaming her back, every moan resounding in her ear.
Slowly, she kissed her way down his body, the muscles of his abs tightening as she drew closer to the stiff part of Gabriel that had brought her so much exquisite pleasure. Until him, sex had been all right. She’d enjoyed it the few times she’d had it previously, but she’d never experienced anything like the incredible heights she’d found with him.
“Are you going to suck my cock?” He watched her, a hungry stare darkening his face.
“Yes.” Her voice sounded so throaty, almost foreign.
“Lick every inch. Take my cock between your luscious lips and drag your tongue all over me, baby.”
Everly stared down at the flesh in question. Gabriel’s cock looked engorged, angry at being denied, and beyond ready. She grasped it gently in her hand.
“Harder,” he spit out between clenched teeth. “You don’t have to be gentle. I won’t break.”
She tightened her grip and dragge
d her palm down his length, loving the soft skin that covered his rigid erection, the way he tensed and hissed at her touch. As she leaned over to kiss the distended head, his length pulsed in her hand. He turned even harder as she held and stroked him.
Gabriel smelled of the soap they’d used in the shower. She inhaled the fresh scent that mingled with his own musk as she dragged her tongue over the sensitive tip of his erection. Salty and masculine, Everly tasted the slightest hint of dewy arousal and lapped at him for more.
He growled, and a deep satisfaction spread through her. She did have power over him. She could open herself and feel for him, since he felt something for her, right? Falling for him wasn’t