6. Chapter 6 Tell Me I Can Have You
JULIANA
My face hot with embarrassment, I keep it pressed against Gabriel's neck. "Did you have to point that out?"
"It is the truth." He caresses my breasts, sending another electric jolt of pleasure straight to my ladybits. "A very sexy truth. Your uninhibited passion delights me."
Uninhibited? Me?
I never have been. But just now? Desire raged through me like a forest fire and burned every bit of inhibition in its path. And I can't be sorry. Even if I am embarrassed.
I've never, not once, climaxed that fast. No matter what self-pleasuring techniques I tried, not even after reading my favorite steamy romance scenes.
Nuzzling into Gabriel's neck, I inhale his spicy masculine scent. Pine, juniper and saffron, mix with his musk and must be laced with pheromones because my ovaries are still demanding action. They are so ready to punch my V card, they're quivering.
Or is that me?
Gabriel shifts his hands and cups my face, lifting it so I have no choice but to meet his eyes unless I close my own. I'm tempted.
I don't though.
Just because I'm a twenty-four-year-old virgin doesn’t mean I'm not a mature adult.
"That was…" My voice peters out and then I suck in a breath and let it out on a single word. "Intense."
"Yes," he acknowledges. "It took every bit of my princely self-control not to come in my slacks for the first time in my life."
Can that be true? "Really?"
"I will never lie to you."
"That's good to know." Actually, it's great to know.
"I want you, juwayhira." His dark gaze bores into mine. "Tell me, I can have you."
"You want me?" I practically squeak.
An arrogant smile slashes across his face. "You have any doubt?"
He thrusts up with his hips again, pressing his truly impressive erection against my still pulsing clit. I didn't know your heartbeat could really pulse in your clitoris. I thought that was a fictional affectation. Right?
But it's real and mine is doing that very thing. And if he keeps pressing his hard sex against it, there's going to be another magnificent explosion.
Which would be amazing, but not enough.
Because even though I'm still buzzing with the aftershocks of the first orgasm, something deep inside me wants more. Not just more pleasure. But more connection. More intimacy.
More of him.
"You said you do not want to spend time with other women." Please let that be true.
"I do not."
"Here…or when you're back in Zahriya too?" I can't believe I'm pushing on this.
Especially when I know deep in my heart that if he doesn't give me the right answer, I can't do this. My ovaries are getting their picket signs ready, but I'm not a casual sex kinda girl.
If I were, I don't think I would still be a virgin. No matter how insecure I am about my appeal to the opposite sex. I would have had sex simply to assuage my curiosity…if it didn't matter.
But letting someone into my body. That’s a level of intimacy that I can’t imagine giving to a man who sees it as a form of exercise, scratching an itch, letting off steam or any of the other ways people refer to casual sex.
For me, because even letting people close enough for friendship is so hard, the act of joining my body with another person won’t be anything less than profound.
I know myself and I know that to be true.
"Anywhere," Gabriel emphasizes. "Here, in my home country or any other country. There is no other woman for me."
"That sounds like you see a future for us." How?
We’ve only known each other for two weeks.
"I see the possibility of a future, yes," he says with conviction. "Have I not said so?"
"Um…" Had he?
He’d talked about rockhounding in Zahriya together. About showing me the beauty of his desert and the mountains of his home. He’s mentioned me meeting his horses.
And I dismissed every comment as a sweet but impossible dream. What if it is not impossible? What if, as difficult as it is for me to believe, Gabriel is as impacted by the connection between us as I am?
What if he could love me?
As I’m very much afraid I already love him.
It's too fast. I know it's too fast, but these feelings? If there's another word for them, I don't know what it could be.
"Okay."
His mesmerizing eyes flash with something like exultation. "You will allow me to claim your body?"
"Isn’t that a primitive way to look at it?"
"You see it any differently?" he ripostes right back.
I shake my head.
Isn’t that my whole problem? Sex with him will make me his. I know it, but I'd rather he wasn't so sure about that.
"Say it," he demands.
"Yes. You can make me yours." My voice is barely above a whisper, but there’s no doubt in it.
Because in that moment, the truth won’t be denied.
I already belong to him.
One arm wraps securely around my back and the other under my bottom as he surges to his feet, holding me against him.
Gasping, I hold on tight as he strides across the living room, through the archway and down the hallway. He doesn’t ask for directions but walks unerringly to my bedroom.
It’s the smaller of the two bedrooms because I only use it to sleep. And read in bed. Neither of which requires room for extra furniture.
Gabriel lowers me to the bed and steps back, his hands already busy undoing the buttons on his dress shirt.
Does he expect me to undress too?
I don’t know if I can. Not yet.
All worries about what he expects me to do disappear as he shrugs out of his shirt.
Whorls of ebony hair cover a chest that could have been sculpted by Michelangelo himself.
But the statue of David looks like a boy in comparison to the matured masculinity of Gabriel’s defined pectoral and abdominal muscles.
His slacks come off next, his erection pressing obscenely against the front of his black silk boxers.
I swallow. It can’t possibly be as big as it looks. It looks so overwhelming because of the way it's tenting the fabric.
Right?
He toes off his socks, but I barely notice his bare feet. My attention is stuck on his hands at the waist of his boxers. He’s pulling it out and then pushing them down, revealing the bulbous head, his foreskin bunched up at its base.
And then the rest of his shaft comes into view and my thighs reflexively press close together. It wasn't an optical illusion.
Heaven help me, he is that big.
While I watch, a pearl of white viscous fluid forms on the slit at the tip of his erection.
My breath hitching, I lick my lips.
"You like what you see, my little jewel?" he taunts huskily.
I can do nothing but nod. It scares me, but I can't look away and my ovaries are yowling like a hungry cat. Impossibly, he grows even bigger, or is it just that instead of angling toward the floor it starts lifting toward his stomach?
"Your eyes are as hot as a caress."
"Your um…your um…hardon is really big."
"Not that big," he says with an indulgent smile.
I beg to differ. "That thing is never going to fit inside me." I scoot back on the bed, as if putting distance between us will make his penis smaller.
Less threatening.
It doesn’t.
"It will. You were made for me, Juliana."
"Um, no. That…" I point at the intimidating club sticking out from his gorgeous body. "That’s…" I shake my head.
He’s hung like a stallion. My stallion and I'm so ready to be covered.
I put my hand over my eyes, both to block my view of his way too impressive man meat and to hide from my own ridiculous, but way too applicable thoughts.
Gabriel’s rich laughter rolls through me like a touch. "I am only a man, but if you want to ride me…" He lets his voice trail off teasingly.
"I said that out loud, didn’t I?" Just kill me now.
"You did. And as flattering as your virginal nerves are, you must trust me. We were created to fit together."
Dropping my hands, I force my gaze to shift from his groin to his face. "You really believe that?"
"I do." There is no doubt on his handsome features.
"But, you’re so big." I point at his erection.
Like maybe he hasn't looked at himself lately and doesn't realize.
"Not too big for you." He crawls onto the bed, stalking me across the mattress like a predator. "I will prepare you. I promise you will enjoy it."
Leaning back, I meep.
How embarrassing.
Then he’s leaning over me, his face above mine, his erection brushing against me. "Let me pleasure you, my sweet little virgin."
"How do you know I’m a virgin?" I ask in a breathy voice as tempted by the heat and presence of his body as I am terrified by it.
"Because you look at my cock like it is the first one you have ever seen."
"I’ve seen one before." I work on a horse therapy ranch after all.
He stills above me, menace suddenly thick in the air around us. "Whose have you seen?"
"What?"
Gabriel’s hand curls around my neck. Not hurting, but holding me in place like a manacle. "Tell me the name of the man. Was it Lonny?"
"How do you know about Lonny?" I never mentioned him. Did I? "Did DeeDee tell you?"
She’s been there volunteering a couple of times when Gabriel came to the ranch to see me. They talked both times. She thinks he has it bad for me because he asked a lot of questions about me.
"Tell me." His fingers tighten infinitesimally on my throat.
I’m a freak because wetness gushes from my core.
"Now, juwayhira. You will tell me the name of the man who has touched what is mine."
"No one," I gasp out, my throat moving against his hand.
"Do not lie to me," he warns.
Oh, my gosh. I already had an orgasm, but I’m on the verge of another one and he hasn’t even touched me down there. I grab his wrist, not trying to pull his hand from my throat, but holding it where I need it. Right there.
"Juliana," he warns.
My heart’s racing so fast, he has to be able to feel it under his fingers. "I’ve seen horses."
The menace morphs into a wicked smile. "I am the only stallion that will ever cover you."
"I’m not a mare," I point out because apparently we both need that reminder.
"But you are mine, juwayhira. Are you not?"
"Y…yes." I’m in so much trouble.
Because I mean it.
I am his.
He says something in Arabic that I don’t recognize.
"What did you say?"