Free OnlyYou by Laura Glenn Page B

twisting her
arms out of his grasp.
    He rubbed his brow wearily. “I have thought of little more
than getting you into my bed from the moment I saw you.”
    She took a step toward him and he stepped back.
    A muscle quivered in his jaw and his expression grew hard.
“I am a soldier. My life could be taken at any time. If I took you to my bed, I
could get you with child. And then what would you do if I were gone?”
    The guy certainly knew how to kill the mood.
    What on earth was wrong with her? Though she knew he would
survive this war, she became appalled by her own lack of forethought. She was
an intelligent woman—she knew perfectly well how pregnancy occurred. Plus, the
whole idea of “safe sex” had been pounded into her head since high school. Why
on earth had the lack of birth control in the eighteenth century not entered
into her mind even once?
    Goose bumps covered Kaitlyn’s arms and she rubbed them
briskly as the chill of the hallway began to make itself known. Gabriel reached
out and caressed her shoulder lightly.
    “Go on to bed,” he gently whispered, “while I still have the
strength to let you.”
    She nodded mutely and turned, pausing as she heard the click
of Gabriel’s door. Sighing, she silently resigned herself to going to bed a
sexually frustrated woman until a risqué thought popped into her head.
    After all, there was more than one way to achieve an orgasm.
    Her lips curved into a slow, secretive smile. Nervously
biting her lower lip, she quickly ran through different approaches in her head
before deciding to simply dive right in. She quietly tiptoed back to Gabriel’s
door and pressed her ear against it. She thought she could detect heavy
breathing but she wasn’t certain.
    Kaitlyn slowly turned the doorknob and peeked inside the
dark chamber. Slipping in and closing the door, the heavy breathing became
louder. She peered through the darkness and saw Gabriel lying on his back in
bed, his hand firmly wrapped around his cock.
    The thought that she could be capable of driving a man to
masturbation only moments after seeing her felt empowering. Her pussy swelled
and her nipples rose to stiff peaks.
    All thoughts of modesty faded from her brain. She pulled her
chemise over her head and allowed it to drop to the floor. As she silently
walked to the bed, her eyes became glued to the scene before her. She slowly
moistened her lips with the tip her tongue, enthralled by the look of exquisite
pleasure on Gabriel’s strained face and the firm pumps of his hand up and down
his thick shaft.
    She placed her hands on the side of the bed, her heart
pounding wildly as she began crawling on all fours toward him. He still had not
sensed her presence and she took the opportunity to gaze at him, her eyes
tracing every contour of his long, powerfully built body. The man was a wall of
solid muscle, seemingly sculpted by some master sculptor of ancient Rome.
    She leaned down toward his ear and softly whispered his name
as she lightly touched his chest, running her fingers through the smattering of
hair that ran down his torso toward his cock.
    As fast as a jungle cat pouncing on his prey, Gabriel
grabbed her and flipped her over onto her back, holding her hands against the
headboard above her head. Breathing heavily, he straddled her hips, trapping
her between his roped thighs.
    He stared down at her in disbelief. “What the hell do you
think you are doing, woman?” he asked incredulously.
    She arched her back, grinding her pelvis against him. His
eyes darkened wildly and a low, animalistic groan escaped from somewhere deep
in his chest. He exhaled audibly as he continued to stare at her, waiting for
her answer.
    “I’ve never done this before,” she admitted with a whisper,
suddenly feeling shy.
    The look on his face softened and he released her hands. “I
cannot take you like this,” he replied with a shake of his head as he lay down
beside her. “A virgin—”
    She laughed, cutting him off. “No,