Gabe Matthews, rich, tall, and dominant in bed, compartmentalizes everything, including his relationships with women. He cannot believe his luck when Aelin Thorne, the woman who nearly killed his brother and whose picture he’s been carrying in his wallet appears in his life. He’s determined to get revenge and what better way than hire her for the renovation of his childhood home?
Aelin is a rising interior designer for whom the quality of a kiss decides the fate of the men she dates. When she meets Gabe, she embraces her strong attraction to him and soon they’re setting the sheets on fire. The first problem is that he’s been blaming Aelin for things perpetrated by another woman—Aelin’s sister. The second problem? His own heart.
Be Warned: bondage, sexual assault (past)
I shiver at the heat of his skin on mine and moan into his kiss. We kiss long and wet until I have to turn my head to the side to catch my breath. His hands and mouth are everywhere, his touch feather light then heavy. I claw at his skin. I want him. I want him so much I ache in a way that feels both wonderful and torturous.
By the time his lips are on my chest, my whole body is on fire, and my lower belly spasms in need.
He grunts low in his chest, and I snap my eyes open as he lowers his head between my legs. What do I do? What…?
Wet warmth glides between my folds, and I moan as heat floods under my skin and sends me tumbling into something … somewhere I’ve never been before.
Oh, my God. Oh. God.
Gabe curls his hands around my thighs to spread me wider under his mouth and repeats the same slow pressure of his tongue, over and over again. When he penetrates me with his tongue, I claw at his neck while my body both clenches and liquefies at once.
“Oh … God … Gabe.”
“Let me hear it, baby.”
What? Hear what? Am I supposed to say somet…?
He sucks on my clit and… Oh…
I shatter in a scream with my fists clenched hard in his hair. When I come back into my body, I whimper as Gabe licks gently over my sensitive flesh. He trails his mouth on my inner thigh as he straightens up. He’s perfect, with wide shoulders, muscled arms, clearly defined abs, and these ‘arrow’ muscles on his hips that pull my gaze down.
He rolls the condom down and, he’s oh-so sexy, but the size of him is a little… There’s a lot of…
“Baby, look at me.”
I keep staring at his penis and clear my throat. He’s really…
“Aelin, look at me.”
My heart racing, I do and lose myself in the burning onyx of his eyes as he lowers himself onto his forearms on top of me. I curl my arms around his shoulders.