“Yes, my husband,” I say tersely.
He rolls his eyes. “You know what, this was a bad idea.”
I frown. “What? Why?”
“Because I don’t think you really know why you came here, and I think this is a bad idea.” He takes a slow pull from his whiskey. “And I think you should go.”
Screw it. I purse my lips, my heart racing. I know exactly why I came here tonight. I’ve just been tiptoeing around it. I’ve even been pretending to myself that it’s not why I’m here, but it is.
“You know why I’m here?”
“No, not really. I thought I made that pretty clear—”
“For this.”
I stand from the little submerged seat, and the water sloshes as I cross the distance to him. And before either of us can say a word, or before I can second guess this, I slosh right over him and slide into his lap.
Oh God.
Oh, he’s naked, alright. I gasp as my bare thighs brush his, my knees slipping around his waist. And there, pulsing and throbbing and hardening against my panties, is his… his cock.
Gabriel growls, and suddenly his big hands slide over me, gripping my waist tightly. He looks up into my eyes as he holds me possessively in his lap, his erection throbbing like a beating muscle between my thighs and making me… well, making me wet. Sinfully, heart-pulsingly wet.
“You sure you know what you’re doing?” he growls.
“No,” I gasp. “But I’m done being scared that I don’t.”
He groans. “C’mere, beautiful.”
His hand slides up my back and tangles in my long hair. And suddenly, he pulls me into him, and I moan as his lips crush to mine.
And if this is a sin, take me to Hell. Because once I’ve had a taste of Gabriel Marsden, I never want to go back to what I was before.