Chapter Nine
Gabriel
The feel of Nora pressed against me, warm and soft, and her tongue teasing with mine was a deep dive into sensation—fierce and undiluted pleasure. My senses were awash in her, and I drank her in like a starving man.
She moaned into our kiss, her fingers digging into the corded muscles along my spine when she pressed closer. I forced myself to gentle our kiss. Not because I wanted to. No, it was the opposite, in fact. But I needed to get it right with us this time.
It would be easy, so easy and so exquisitely tempting to let the desire that burned like an out-of-control brush fire between us take over. I knew how to give Nora what she wanted. I knew it thoroughly.
But letting that physical expression be what bound us together was what had led me in the wrong direct
