Had Gaby seen that fond, affectionate smile of his, things may have progressed differently, she would have thrown out this farce of her commanding his every move and just made love to him. But his face had been buried and her eyes had been closed. And her impatience continued to reign supreme.

She'd expected him to chide her, she expected a cheeky remark or something smug to be said, but he surprised her by saying absolutely nothing by simply moving to press his face between her thighs and brace her at his mouth. A few fluttering sighs escaped her as his tongue swept over the warm, slick skin of her folds, however it was when his tongue slipped across that bundle of nerves that she moaned. Her fingers curled encouragingly against his scalp, her eyes falling shut once again as her head fell back.