"Tell him I'm resting. Come later," Gabriel said in a loud enough voice that Lester simply walked away from the door.
"Why did you lie?" Amelie turned around, holding his gaze.
"I don't want any disturbance. It annoys me," Gabriel said, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. He drew her close, his arms wrapping securely around her. He opened his eyes, guiding them slowly toward the bed.
His hand cupped her cheek, and his thumb brushed her lower lip before his tongue traced the soft outline of her mouth. Amelie's breath hitched, and slowly, she parted her lips for him, her fingers clutching the front of the bathrobe he had put on as the heat between them bloomed.
Gabriel sat on the bed with Amelie resting in his lap. His fingers threaded through her hair, gently angling her head as he kissed her to his heart's content.
