Sylvain Reynard - Gabriel's Rapture

“I’m not.” She tried to roll out from under him and take the

sheet with her, but he caught hold of it. He gazed over the rims of his glasses, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I need the sheet to make the bed.”

Her eyes traveled from the white fabric that was clutched between

her fingers, to his face. He looked like a panther waiting to pounce.

She glanced over the side of the bed at the pile of clothes on the floor.

They were beyond her reach.

“What’s the problem?” he asked, stifling a grin.

Julia blushed and gripped the material more tightly. With a

chuckle, he released the sheet and pulled her into his arms.

“You don’t need to be shy. You’re beautiful. If I had my wish,

you’d never wear clothes again.”

He pressed his lips to her earlobe, gently touching the diamond

stud. He was certain his adoptive mother, Grace, would have been

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happy that her earrings found their way to Julia. With another brief kiss, he turned away, sliding over to sit on the edge of the bed.

She slipped into the washroom but not before Gabriel caught

sight of her alluring back as she dropped the sheet just outside the door.

While brushing her teeth, she thought about what had transpired.

Making love with Gabriel had been a very emotional experience,

and even now her heart felt the aftershocks. That wasn’t surprising considering their history. She’d wanted him since she spent a chaste night with him in an orchard when she was seventeen, but he’d been gone when she awoke the next morning. He’d forgotten her in the

aftermath of a drunken, drug-induced haze. Six long years passed

before she saw him again, and then, he didn’t remember her.

When she encountered him again on the first day of his graduate

seminar at the University of Toronto, he was attractive but cold, like a distant star. She hadn’t believed then that she’d become his lover.

She hadn’t believed it possible that the temperamental and arrogant Professor would reciprocate her affection.

There were so many things she hadn’t known. Sex was a kind

of knowledge, and now she knew the sting of sexual jealousy in a

manner she’d never experienced before. The mere idea of Gabriel

doing what they’d done with some other woman, and in his case

many other women, made her heart ache.

She knew that Gabriel’s trysts were different from what they’d

shared — that they were assignations not brought about by love or

affection. But he’d undressed them, seen them naked, and entered

their bodies. After being with him, how many of those women craved more? Paulina had. She and Gabriel had maintained contact over the years since they conceived and lost a child together.

Julia’s new understanding of sex changed her view of his past

and made her more sympathetic to Paulina’s plight. And all the

more guarded against losing Gabriel to her or to any other woman.

Julia gripped the edge of the vanity as a wave of insecurity washed over her. Gabriel loved her; she believed this. But he was also a gentleman and would never reveal that their union had left him wanting.

And what of her own behavior? She’d asked questions and talked

when she expected that most lovers would have been silent. She’d

done very little to please him, and when she tried he’d stopped her.

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Her ex-boyfriend’s words came screaming back at her, swirling

in her mind with condemnation:

You’re frigid.

You’re going to be a lousy lay.

She turned away from the mirror as she contemplated what

might happen if Gabriel was dissatisfied with her. The specter of

sexual betrayal reared its maleficent head, bringing with it visions of finding Simon in bed with her roommate.

She straightened her shoulders. If she could persuade Gabriel to

be patient and to teach her, then she was confident she could please him. He loved her. He would give her a chance. She was his as surely as if he’d branded his name on her skin.

When she stepped into the bedroom she caught sight of him

through the open door to the terrace. On her way, she was distracted by a beautiful vase of dark purple and paler, variegated irises sitting on top of the desk. Some lovers might have purchased long-stemmed

red roses, but not Gabriel.

She opened the card that was nestled amongst the blossoms.

My Dearest Julianne,

Thank you for your immeasurable gift.

The only thing I have of value is my heart.

It’s yours,

Gabriel.

Julia reread the card twice, her heart swelling with love and relief.

Gabriel’s words didn’t sound like they were penned by a man who

was dissatisfied or frustrated. Whatever Julia’s worries, Gabriel didn’t seem to share them.

Gabriel was sunning himself on the futon, his glasses off, his chest gloriously exposed. With his muscular, six-foot-two frame, it was as if Apollo himself had deigned to visit her. Sensing her presence on the terrace, he opened his eyes and patted his lap. She joined him, and his arms enveloped her as he kissed her passionately.

“Why, hello there,” he murmured, brushing a stray tendril back

from her face. He peered at her closely. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Thank you for the flowers. They’re beautiful.”

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He brushed his lips against hers. “You’re welcome. But you look

troubled. Is it about Paulina?”

“I’m upset that she’s calling you, but no.” Julia’s expression brightened. “Thank you for your card. It said what I desperately wanted

to hear.”

“I’m glad.” He squeezed her more closely. “Tell me what’s both-

ering you.”

She toyed with the belt to her bathrobe for a moment, until he

took her hand in his. She looked at him. “Was last night everything you’d hoped for?”

Gabriel exhaled sharply, for her question had taken him by sur-

prise. “That’s a strange question.”

“I know it had to be different for you. I wasn’t very…active.”

“Active? What are you talking about?”

“I didn’t do much to please you.” She blushed.

He stroked the flushing skin lightly with the tip of his finger.

“You pleased me a great deal. I know you were nervous, but I enjoyed myself tremendously. We belong to one another now — in every way.

What else is troubling you?”

“I demanded that we switch positions when you would have

preferred me on top.”

“You didn’t demand, you asked . Frankly, Julianne, I’d like to hear you demand things of me. I want to know that you want me

as desperately as I want you.” His expression relaxed, and he drew a circle or two around her breast. “You dreamed about your first time being a certain way. I wanted to give that to you, but I was worried.

What if you were uncomfortable? What if I wasn’t careful enough?

Last night was a first for me too.”

He released her, pouring coffee and steamed milk from two

separate carafes into a latté bowl and spreading the tray of food

between them on the banquette. There were pastries and fruit, toast and Nutella, boiled eggs and cheese, and several Baci Perugina Gabriel had bribed a hotel employee to run out and purchase along with the extravagant bouquet of irises from the Giardino dell’Iris .

Julia unwrapped one of the Baci and ate it, eyes closed with pure pleasure. “You ordered a feast.”

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“I awoke ravenous this morning. I would have waited for you