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big man sitting so close to her made her feel things she wasn’t aware she was capable of feeling. His big dark eyes were hooded and framed by thick black lashes. When he smiled, as he did now, a dimple in his right cheek deepened. He reminded her of a very Italian Magnum PI.
    “My name is Gabriel. What’s yours?”
    His thick husky voice made her squirm in her seat. “Um…I…my name is Gianna.”
    He grinned deeper, revealing big straight white teeth. The vision of them laving her nipple shocked her. She gasped and sat back, wide-eyed. He moved in closer. In a slow unhurried motion he traced a big finger across her collarbone. “Don’t be afraid of me, Gianna. I only bite if you want me to.”
    Her heart hammered against her chest, and to her utter shock and amazement, his hand slid down to rest just above the swell of her breasts, his little finger resting on the plump rise. “Your heart is beating like a drum.”
    She opened her mouth to tell him that she was shocked by his boldness and more so by her reaction to him. Never had a man touched her as he did, and, well, she liked it. The words failed her when he touched his fingertip to her bottom lip. “Your lips are soft.”
    Were his? He moved in closer, his warm breath caressing her skin. Her breasts trembled, and she felt herself begin to melt. “Can I kiss them?” he softly asked. Completely under his spell, she nodded.
    His lips touched hers, and a hot shot of heat speared right between her legs. Like an electric fizz, her body jolted. Gianna closed her eyes and leaned into him. He tasted like hot sex and aged scotch. Gabe groaned and slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her hard against his chest. His lips parted, his tongue swirled along her mouth, and his kiss deepened. Gianna didn’t know what to do. Quickly she decided she’d let his experience guide her. And Gianna was not disappointed. Gabe swirled his tongue along her lips, his teeth nibbled her bottom lip. His warmth, his scent, his masculinity combined into a heady cocktail. She sighed, loosening against his hard warmth, wanting him to teach her more.
    Ever the willing student, tentatively, she touched his tongue with hers and angled her head to get more of him. She grabbed his shoulders, and in a sudden swell of desire, Gianna pushed him back against the padded back of the booth seat, and nearly climbed in his lap.
    She felt Gabe grin beneath her lips and he tightened his arms around her. Gianna had a fleeting feeling of embarrassment, but her desire to learn more, to feel more, to do more, overrode it. Gabriel turned her on, and for one living in the dark for so long, she was desirous with the need for light.
    Gabe’s hand slid around her waist to her breasts, his big hands softly caressing her. Her nipples were so hard and tight, she had the unexpected urge to pull down her bra and shove them in his face, demanding he kiss them like he kissed her lips.
    Reading her mind, Gabe trailed his lips to her chin, then to her throat. Gianna cried out when he pressed his mouth to her nipple, only fabric separating them. Slick warmth infused her thighs. She wanted more. Her hands moved across the hard planes of his chest. Gabe pressed back warm and hard.
    “Touch me harder,” Gianna begged.
    He’d awoken Sleeping Beauty and Gabe obliged. He wanted to lose himself deep between her thighs. To feel the warmth of her bare skin against his. He wanted to take a nipple into his mouth and lick and suck it to the roof of his mouth until she screamed for him to stop. He slid his hands up to the top button of her sweater and deftly unbuttoned several. Her full luscious breasts heaved beneath his hands and he squeezed. She moaned and thrust harder into his hands. He slid a finger beneath one bra strap and slipped it down her shoulder. Then the other one. The only thing holding the bra in place was the hardened tips of her nipples. Her skin was creamy smooth and flushed in excitement. He looked into her