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legs where an orgasm threatened from the mere images he conjured in her mind. Gabby squirmed, seeking a modicum of relief.
    “Don’t.”
    She froze, embarrassment flooding her.
    “Any orgasm you have from here on out belongs to me. If I want you to touch yourself, I’ll let you know.” His hand dug into her hip to the point of slight pain. The intense concentration on his face worried her. “Spread your legs, Gabrielle.”
    His demand struck her in the gut like a jolt of electricity, sending a wave of desire to crash over her. She hesitated only for a second, a testament to how close to the edge she already stood.
    “Don’t worry, I’m only going to touch you with my hands…for now. When you’re ready for more, I trust you’ll let me know.”
    Trust. The linchpin in all of this. He apparently trusted her to follow his directions. Now, it was her turn to decide if she trusted him or not. Although he made it damn hard to think beyond the moisture gathering in her sex. One thing Gabby did know was that if she didn’t try she’d never know for sure. The intense but brief taste Thomas had given her the night before would never be enough. She had to know.
    She moved her feet and took a deep breath watching his hand skim down her hip and underneath her skirt.
    “There you go.” In seconds, two fingers delved between the lips of her pussy and skimmed through the wetness. To keep from falling to the floor, she grabbed his biceps and found the steely strength of muscles hard as a rock.
    Hard shudders racked her spine. She bit down on her lip and held her breath—waiting. One minute, she wanted to say no, and the next, she practically arched into his hand. Confusion swirled in her head.
    Then he rubbed her clit with his finger. Sharp pleasure seized her, building higher than before. An orgasm began to build. Just a little more pressure… Her stomach clenched with a ferocious hunger she barely understood. If only he would do something more. He rimmed the sensitive opening to her channel teasing her to the brink of tolerance. Her breath came in pants.
    Ready to succumb to the mind numbing pleasure, Gabby dug her nails into his skin and whimpered. One second, she was about to explode in pleasure; the next, Thomas withdrew his touch.
    “Not yet, Gabrielle. Not yet,” he murmured against her lips. The hitch in his voice grounded Gabrielle in reality like a dash of cold water on a hot day. She might have wanted to stomp her feet and demand he finish, but that one little sound stopped her. It was a heady feeling to know he’d been affected as much as her. Satisfied power surged through her. Now, if only the insistent ache would go away.
    Thomas kissed her neck, a feather light glide across heated flesh that sent goose bumps racing across her skin. “You are going to be such a delight tonight. I’m glad you’re here. Now, you just need to trust me that I know what I’m doing.”
    Gabby found it hard to do anything at the moment let along think straight. Thomas certainly had a knack for keeping her off balance. Still, leaving her like this seemed to mean. She needed. Wanted so much more.
    “Thomas…” Before she could finish her stomach rumbled loud enough that anyone in the house probably heard. His eyes grew wide, and she covered her mouth to stifle a surprising giggle.
    “I take it you’re hungry.”
    Gabby nodded. He had no idea. “Well, you did invite me to dinner, didn’t you?”
    “Of course. In fact, I think dinner is about to be served so let’s get you comfortable in the dining room before our guest arrives.” He held her tight against him as he steered her to an open doorway in the far corner of the room where she spied the corner of a dining table.
    “A-a guest?” She wasn’t sure she was up to much conversation at this point. Hunger for food aside, he’d left her body strung tight with need, and she’d happily forgo dinner for something more.
    “Don’t worry, little one. This will be a very