She cut off his denial. “No, I’ve never been with anyone before. Because I’ve never wanted anyone before.”

“Which is why this is a mistake. You need time. More time.” His appeal was desperate. “Stay, and I may never let you go.”

“I’m yours.” The words were erotic threat, voluptuous promise. Erin watched him with glittering eyes, waiting for his reaction.

Dragging her up, he fused his mouth to hers. Inside, his tongue streaked over and under, drew out ragged moans of pleasure. Their lips mated, parted, sampled. He bound her to him, and he plunged and devoured. Undaunted, she slid her arms around the hardened body and consumed. He tasted and grew impossibly hungry. He feasted and demanded more. His hands, too long denied, ripped at fabric, in quest of sleek skin. Torn clothing pooled at his feet, but it wasn’t enough.

“Come,” he insisted, lifting her into his greedy arms. Night pierced the dimly lit bedroom, the full moon a silent witness. In the moonlight, he stripped off the lace concoction binding her breasts, the triangle swathing her hips. When his reverent hand traced humid flesh, her knees buckled and he rejoiced.

“Come,” he demanded, tumbling her to the cool sheets. Wanting to show her, needing to give, he stroked and cajoled and gloried when she convulsed beneath him, unprepared. Her keening cry filled his ears and he laughed with exultation.

Slick, sated, strangely empty, Erin rolled over him. “Your turn.”

Spurred by imagination, she undressed him. Clothing slowly unraveled and fell unheeded to the floor. Then, in lascivious revenge, she strung hot, steamy kisses over dampened skin. She tasted him. Tormented him. Her eager tongue traced the shape of quivering muscles of his chest. She learned of the piquant flavors at his throat, the different spice of his quivering stomach. Studious, she explored long, corded thighs, lean hips, strong arms. When he arched beneath her, she tested more exotic flavors, tortured with flicks of untutored tongue and devilry.

Too near the edge, Gabriel pulled her away and up. Blood pooled and surged, and he’d barely begun. Loving her should take forever. “Let me see you,” he murmured. He turned them, determined to adore. Tracing the line of her body, he savored the elegant beauty of her form. Creamy skin and lovely, rounded curves. High, full breasts tipped with chocolate rose above the slight mound of her belly. Generous hips tapered into smooth, graceful thighs, impossibly long legs.