Abigail scampered into the bedroom to put something on.
"Don't put on any panties," Gabriel called out as he sauntered toward the kitchen.
Her eyes widened and her face grew hot. Rushing to her closet, she debated as to what to wear. Her eyes fell upon the pretty floral maxi dress Gabriel had bought her on Rodeo Drive.
With a grin, she grabbed it off the hangar and slipped it on. The cool gauzy material slid over her body down to her ankles.
Rushing to her dresser, she unpinned her hair and fluffed it out so it fell in wild waves around her shoulders to her waist.
A little bit of face powder and gloss for her lips had her satisfied with how she looked. With a soft sigh, she pushed her glasses up her nose and frowned at her reflection, wondering if maybe she should get contacts. She had such a beautiful fiancé, she really needed to look into fixing herself up a bit more.
The scents from the kitchen drew her out of the bedroom.
Gabriel was lighting a candle in the middle of the table. He'd taken the robe off and had pulled on a pair of black drawstring pants. He looked completely edible standing there barefoot, his torso completely on display for her pleasure.
He looked over his shoulder at her, his gaze and smile completely seductive. Abigail's heart did a slow flip in her chest.
"Dinner is ready, m'lady," he said in his sexy purr, as he pulled out one of the chairs and indicated she should sit.
His eyes slid slowly, appreciatively, down her form as she approached. He took her hand as she sat, and placed a lingering kiss on her knuckles, blazing emerald eyes on her face as he did so. Her tummy clenched as, once again, she marveled at how drop dead gorgeous Gabriel was. She just could not believe he was hers. How did she get so lucky? There were thousands, of woman fantasizing about this man, yet he'd chosen her amongst them all.
He turned to go back toward the little open kitchen behind them. Abigail watched, enthralled, the way his broad muscular back V'ed down to a narrow waist. His dark hair fell in a tumble of waves just between his shoulder blades, blocking part of the dragon he had tattooed there. His loose-fitting linen pants fell low on his hips, revealing enticing dimples over each of his ass cheeks. Her hands clenched, the sudden urge to reach out and grip his butt overwhelming. Unfortunately, the enticing sight of his backside disappeared around the counter, so she turned back to look at the table he'd set.
The roses were beautiful. How much had he spent on flowers for her today? She frowned thinking of all the things that that money could have been used for instead of purchasing dozens upon dozens of expensive roses.
Bonnie's words haunted her again, but she pushed away the negative thoughts. She was not going to doubt Gabriel when he'd given her no reason to distrust him. She didn't care that Diamond had answered his phone the night before. There were probably a thousand reasons as to why she had his phone.
Gabriel placing a bowl in front of her snapped her out of her musings.
"First course," he said looking down at her as he set another bowl at his place next to her.
The scent wafting up from the bowl of soup had her tummy grumbling in appreciation.
"Did you make this?" Abigail asked staring at the bowl of white bean soup in surprise.
He scoffed. "Of course. You're going to realize I'm a man of many talents."
Her face flushed scarlet at the dark seductive tone in his voice, but she smiled anyway, though she could not hold his scorching gaze. "I bet. Lucky me."
The soup had bits of bacon, potatoes, and other vegetables she wasn't sure of. It tasted heavenly, to her surprise. A rice and seafood dish, called paella, followed the soup with a side dish of tossed greens and chicken breasts he'd prepared with olives and peppers.
Gabriel poured her wine and amazed her with conversation about the places he'd visited and things he'd learned to cook. It seemed cooking was a hobby her boyfriend enjoyed almost as much as making music.
She'd never had authentic Spanish food. The fact that he'd prepared it himself made her enjoy it more.
Afterwards, he'd put more wood on the fire blazing in the fireplace and took out his guitar to play and sing her a few of his compositions as well as tell her about his childhood.
She never knew or imagined he'd gone to private schools. The sadness and resentment of not having a father figure in his life came through his stories of how the other boys would tease him at his awkwardness in sports. Thankfully, he'd used music as a refuge.
He set the guitar aside and took the cello.
If Abigail hadn't already been head over heels for him, watching him play the cello would have done her in for sure. The sight of him by the fire, the way the flames lit his beautiful long hair and eyes, reflecting off the rich wood of the instrument between his legs, and highlighting the brawny strength of his arms and upper torso, had her close to swooning. Abigail's heart was in her throat, her eyes swimming with tears of awe and love.
He stopped playing, eyes boring into hers.
"That was so beautiful, Gabriel," she managed to get out over the lump in her throat.
He remained silent for a moment. "I love the way you look at me," he whispered.
She blinked. She just wanted to crawl into his lap and...touch, kiss, hold him.
He rose and placed the cello back onto the stand by the fireplace.
"I'm turning this off, before we set this place on fire for real this time."
He tended to the fire until he turned it out. Next, he turned and slipped his arms around her, swinging her up into his arms with a slight wince.
She wondered if he was in pain, but didn't say anything, not wanting to make him feel less of a man because of his injuries.
He headed to the bedroom with her.
Abigail felt giddy and apprehensive at once. Linking her arms around his neck, she pressed her open mouth against his as he strode to the bedroom.
"What about the dishes?" she suddenly said remembering he'd piled everything in the sink.
"Not now," he growled giving her biting kisses on her lips.
He followed her down onto the bed. Abigail's heart sped up when he was suddenly between her legs, kissing her hard. She arched against him, her hands sliding down his sculpted back to grip the backside she'd been ogling earlier. Gabriel's fine ass filled her hands, muscles flexing as he rolled his hips lazily against the juncture of her legs.
Panting against his kiss, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of his pants to press her fingers into the cool supple flesh of his backside. Abigail widened her legs, pressing her sex tighter against his rigid flesh. The thought that this man was to be her husband, had her heart banging hard against her ribs. He'd be her first; her only.
"Gabriel, I love you so," she moaned.
"Baby," he sighed, letting his mouth slide down the column of her throat. His fingers slipped the straps of her maxi from her shoulders.
"I want to take this off," she sighed, pulling at her dress. He lifted his head to stare into her eyes. "I want to feel you. No barriers."
She wanted to give herself to him...now. There was no reason to hold back any longer.
Gabriel helped pull her dress over her head and tossed it aside. He got off the bed and shucked his pants off as well.
Abigail had already seen him completely naked many times. It no longer made her embarrassed to look at his bare body. His size still frightened her though. She had no idea how all that was going to squeeze inside her. It seemed virtually impossible, but she wasn't naïve enough to doubt that he would ultimately be able to work all that length and girth within her virginal channel. A woman, after all, was made to stretch enough to be able to give birth to an infant.
She smiled as Gabriel lowered himself over her, letting the thought of someday carrying his baby warm her.
