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He chuckled out loud, then leaned his head down and nuzzled her nape. "So you do interior design and read minds," he stated. He nipped her left earlobe with his teeth. "I've been wanting you since I watched you walk across the patio to the pool, Cara," he admitted.
She pulled in an audible breath. "I really can read minds," she said, a giggle in her tone.
Gabe pressed his upper body against her back as he worked his mouth across her cheek to her lips. Cara felt the sudden pressure of warm firm muscles as he leaned across her body. She kissed him back, opening her mouth when he poked his tongue against her lips. Her senses skyrocketed out of control when she felt him pull away the towel riding low on her buttocks.
He let a low moan slip from his throat when Cara made no attempt to stop his sexual advances. He kissed her mouth and ran his hands along her back, across her hips, the length of her legs, and then he pulled her upward, pushing her legs over the edge of the massage table.
Cara pressed her breasts into the solid wall of his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. He spread her knees and stepped between them, pulling her buttocks to the edge of the table. He was hard and needing release.
Cara drew in an excited gulp of air. Pulling her mouth from Gabe's, her eyes flickered open. She was moments away from having sex with Gabe Collins--her idol--and her body was on fire to let it happen.