<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Oh, <i>God</i>," she breathed.  Damned few men had gone down on her, and none with as much eagerness as Gabriel displayed.  Cat found herself curling one leg around him, urging him with a heel between his shoulderblades.  One hand stroked his hair but the other was fisted in the covers, betraying just how tightly wound she was.  "Please," she breathed, "I need -- please, I need -- "  Cat wasn't even sure what she needed at this point.  Him not to stop?  To come on his tongue?  For him to fuck her into the mattress?  All of the options left her breathless.</span></span>