Chapter Twenty-One
Nora
“I’m going to make love to you,” he said, each word slow and deliberate.
My heart ricocheted wildly in my chest, and I tried to catch my breath.
I felt caught in a rushing current of sensation and desire. The calloused surface of Gabriel’s palms sent sparks raining over my skin. His lips felt like hot drops of honey as he pressed them just inside my calf and then on my thigh. One palm was on my belly, his thumb moving in an idle path, sending heated pinwheels throughout my body.
I was near frantic by the time his fingers teased my folds. I was slippery wet, and I heard his low growl of satisfaction, the hum of it reverberating as he brought his mouth to me.
He made love to me with his mouth and his fingers and his tongue, sending me spiraling higher and higher
