Kinsley took the offering and positioned it around his tip. She rolled it down his shaft, using just enough pressure with her fingers positioned around his length for him to release a guttural groan.
And then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He positioned his hands on her bottom, giving enough support for her to wrap her legs around his midsection. She was ready for him as he teased her with the tip of his length.
Kinsley bucked her hips, causing him to quicken the pace as he drove his tongue inside her mouth.
Her breathing came out in jags and she was at the edge far too soon. His body was taut and trembling and she could sense that he was close to losing it, too. She didn’t want this to moment to end and he didn’t seem to either when he said, “Damn, you feel amazing. But I don’t want this over before it gets good, so we better slow down.”
“I was just thinking the same thing.” She nipped his bottom lip.
“That’s not helping,” he teased. He moved onto the bed and eased his weight on top of her, balancing his weight on his hands so he didn’t crush her.
He brought his mouth down on hers in the kind of kiss that had been missing in all the kisses she’d had for the past fourteen years. What was it about first loves that made the connection so deep?
Believing a first love would last was naïve. Statistics proved they rarely withstood the test of time. Although some did, a little voice in the back of her mind reminded.
Kinsley looked at Gabriel. Really looked at him. He was glorious. He’d be embarrassed if he heard her describe him that way but the man was perfection. She loved the feel of him on top of her, pushing her deeper into the mattress as he drove himself deep insider her. She matched his rhythm, stride for stride, noticing just how well the two of them fit together.
Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she climbed to the top of the mountain and then careened over it.
And then Gabriel detonated with her. She matched him stroke-for-stroke, breath-for-breath as her body exploded with sweet release.
Gabriel collapsed next to her, his skin paled and she realized he’d started bleeding again.
Chapter 12
“We made your injury worse.” Kinsley sat ramrod straight, catching Gabriel off guard.
“What just happened could never be considered a bad thing to me.” Gabriel meant every word of that statement. He checked his bandage and saw that it was soaked. He’d been too into Kinsley to notice or care.
What happened between them changed things for him. But right now his wound needed attention. His brain was a mix of lightheadedness and tired that even a strong cup of black coffee couldn’t fix.
Gabriel’s cell buzzed. He shook off the fogginess and moved to the chair where he’d set his cell phone on the floor.
He checked the screen. “It’s from Jaden.”
Kinsley’s forehead creased with concern as she studied him. “What does it say?”
Encryption hacked. Location compromised.
Those four words were the last he wanted to read about now.
“We have to get out of here.” He bent over to pick up his clothes and was hit with a bout of lightheadedness. Damn.
“You’ve lost too much blood. You can’t go anywhere like this. What’s Plan B?” She was by his side in a beat.
“I’ll be fine,” he said.
“Remember when you got frustrated with me earlier for not telling you about not having on shoes? Well, cowboy, that goes both ways.” Damn, she was sexy when she put her foot down.
“I lost a little blood. I just had the best sex of my life. I could use a nap. But these guys won’t allow that, so I have to push through.”
“That’s fair,” she said. She threw on clothes quicker than he could. “Do we have time to redress that?” She motioned toward his injury.
“We probably need to make times because I can’t afford to keep losing blood,” he admitted. He knew exactly how far he could push his body and he had a little juice left. But that was only if he could keep them out of a fight. An encounter with anyone else right now could prove deadly.
“Okay. What do I need to do to help?” Kinsley asked with resolve.
“Do you remember how to shoot a gun?” He knew she’d shot one in high school because he’d taken her out with her father’s shotgun to teach her how to handle it.
“I haven’t touched one since…” she looked to be trying to pull out the information. “No since you took me.”
Gabriel located his spare weapon in his rucksack and held it out on his palm, barrel facing opposite them both. “This is smaller than my primary gun. It’s a Sig Sauer and will fit better in your hand than my Glock.”
“Okay.” Her fingers trembled as he positioned them around the butt of the gun.
“If the time comes, aim and shoot. Just don’t do either at me.” The last line was a joke, meant to ease some of her tension. A nervous person jumped the gun, made a move before he or she had a clear shot. That could be disastrous.
“I’m not going to shoot my best chance at staying alive,” she quipped. Her nerves were evident in her tone.
Gabriel put his arm around her. She leaned her head against his shoulder.
“Sorry I snapped. You were kidding, weren’t you?” she asked.
“Believe it or not, you’re doing great. This is a lot to take in for someone with training let alone a person who normally keeps her nose in books. Your hand will be steady if and when you need it to be. I have no doubts about it,” he said.
She blinked up at him. “Thanks.”
One look from Kinsley could get so many of his systems going. Systems that had no business getting riled up under present circumstances.
“I have enough supplies to get us through a
