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what I’d do if I had another part of his anatomy within reach.
    Gabriel moved his free hand lower and pressed his thumb against my tight rosette. Shocked and enamored with the new sensation, I flew apart with a strangled scream. Gabriel layered open-mouth kisses all along my mound as I shivered from violent aftershocks.
    Gabriel gave me one last thorough lick before crawling back over me. I reached for him and hungrily kissed all traces of my sweetness from his full lips. With him cradled between my trembling thighs, I could feel Gabriel’s thick shaft pressed high against my leg.
    “I want you.”
    “Mmm, I want you too.”
    “Get naked with me, Gabriel. Please?”
    He stared at me through a heavy-lidded gaze. “You ask so sweetly. So sweetly, Emma.”
    I heard the “no” before he said it. Sighing, I said, “But you’re going to have to decline.”
    “Not decline, Emma. Postpone.”
    “Why?” I cringed at the whine but wouldn’t take it back. “We’re here on this comfy bed and you know I’ve never been a member of the Mile-High Club. Wouldn’t you like to induct me?”
    Gabriel buried his face in my neck. “You are temptress for sure, Emma.”
    “Is that so bad?”
    “I don’t want a quick tumble with you, baby.”
    “Again, is that so bad?”
    My lover considered my question and then shook his head. “You’re right. Screw it! Or rather you!” Gabriel swept the comforter back with one hand before positioning us both beneath it and the sheets. He bade me to keep my cries to a whisper, fearing that young Patrick would expire from shock.
    “I think he’s older than us.”
    “Then he’s young in spirit, Emma. Either way I can’t be responsible for shredding his innocence for why this bed is here.”
    Sudden pinpricks of jealous threaten to burst my mood. “I think it would be pretty obvious, Gabriel.”
    A look of disappointment darkened his gaze. Gabriel shook his head mournfully. “Et tu, Emma? I’ve never slept with anyone here on this bed or in this plane. You, my highly suspicious fishwife, are the first.”
    Relief ran through me as quickly as my smile appeared. “Now I’m a fishwife. I think I preferred it much better when I was a bunny, cat, or vixen.”
    “Mmm, I can see why.”
    “I hope you don’t still call me that when we’re married.” My face immediately flamed three shades of red. I found the ceiling very interesting.
    Oh my God. I can’t believe I just said that.
    Gabriel kissed the exposed line of my throat. “I didn’t plan on it but considering how I’ll forever link fishwife with this romantic moment…”
    “I’m sorry.”
    He ran the back of his fingers against my flushed cheek. “Why are you apologizing?”
    Struggling to explain, I made several inarticulate sounds before mumbling, “I don’t…I mean I don’t think of marriage all the time. You know, if that’s what you’re thinking I think. I don’t. I don’t even know why—.”
    Gabriel kissed me, immediately cultivating my silence. “You’re so cute when you stumble around like that, you know?”
    “Better than looking like an idiot.”
    “Oh, surely not. I look like an idiot at least once a day and I’m sure I’m not nearly as cute as you.”
    Laughter, as always, helped smooth any awkward edges. “I love you more for saying that.”
    “More? I don’t know if I’m going to be able to take any more, Emma. I’m so spoiled already.” Gabriel’s lips settled over mine, kissing me into a lovely pant. “Wait.” He kissed me again. “A little bit.” Another kiss. “Almost.” Gabriel planted one more delicious caress. “Nope!”
    “Nope what?” I asked, voice breathy and pitched way too high.
    Gabriel’s gaze twinkled mischievously. “It’s not possible for me to have a spoil cap. So spoil me some more, baby.”
    “Spoil you more?”
    “Please.”
    “Okay, I’ll try.” I cast my gaze downwards, shyly staring at him from beneath a fan of lash. “Please do whatever you’d