I pushed the hand off my face, but before I could do anything else, his mouth was on mine and his tongue left me no room for questions. Gabriel slid a hand behind my neck, pulling me to sit up, then to stand. He kept his arm on my waist as if aware that I wasn’t ready to stand on my own two feet yet.
I reached for his belt without thinking and when he didn’t stop me, I unbuckled it, undoing the button with impatient hands. I ran my hand over his boxers, groaning as I felt the full length of him, the hardness and impatient twitching at my touch, but before I could go any further, Gabriel broke the kiss and caught my hand.
“Turn around,” he said, his words half an order, half a plea. I did as I was told, setting my palms on the table as I listened to his heavy breathing and the rustl
