He kissed her—or she kissed him—it was difficult to say who led this charge. All she knew was she was ready to lose herself, and she knew without a doubt that she could hurtle over the edge and Gabe wouldn’t let her fall.

She ran her fingernails along the taut muscles of his back, and he groaned in response. His calloused palm smoothed a path down the length of her and then up again until one clever finger dipped into her center.

“Yes,” she said on a small cry and then pressed her lips together, embarrassed at the need in her voice.

Gabe, who was trailing wet kisses along her throat, lifted his head. His hand stilled, making her want to groan out a protest. “Don’t stop,” he urged, his voice rough with desire. “Tell me what you want, Ang.”

“You seem to know what to do,” she answered. “More of that.”

His mouth quirked. “Tell me anyway. I want to hear it from you, sweetheart. I want to give you exactly what you need.”

She squeezed shut her eyes when tears threatened. So silly to get emotional at a time like this. But when was the last time anyone had given her total control? When someone in her life had been completely focused on her needs and wants?

She couldn’t remember ever feeling so powerful.

It gave her the freedom to do exactly what he asked. In murmured commands she told him how she wanted to be touched. She set the pace—more, yes, there, faster—and Gabe seemed eager to obey.

He drove her to the edge of reason and then over to a release more powerful than anything she’d ever felt. And just as she expected, he was there to catch her, holding her steady and pressing his mouth to hers as if he wanted to capture every one of her moans.

Then he ripped open the condom wrapper, but she covered his hand, plucking the condom from his fingers and wrapping her other hand around his length. She stroked it once, twice, and felt a tremble shiver through him as his head dropped to her shoulder.

“We’re not going to get to the good stuff if you keep that up,” he told her, his voice raw.

She liked that she had that effect on him.

“It’s all good,” she said. She rolled the condom onto him and then pushed him onto his back, straddling his lean hips.

He looked up at her with those stormy eyes, and she lifted herself enough to take him inside her. He was a perfect fit.

They began to move together, and it felt better than anything she could have imagined. His thumbs grazed over her nipples again, driving her wild with need.

It could have been minutes or hours as she lost herself in the way this man made her feel.

She tumbled into another release, stars exploding behind her eyes. Gabe’s hips bucked again as pleasure claimed him. Then he wrapped his arms around her and whispered her name like it was the most beautiful word he’d ever heard.