If Cat hadn't prompted him, he might have just stood there, enraptured by her form. Gabriel had been captivated by her confidence, skill, and sensuality. The change from sarcastic hireling to aggressive predator seemed almost laughably natural to him. How could he not submit to his desires when faced with such a perfect woman?<br/><br/>As she began to touch herself and almost beg, he began to feel as if his clothing was too constricting. He knew he was pitching a tent like he never had before. At her urging, he slowly began to strip the remnants of his clothes off. As eager as he was, he felt a need to show Cat that the hunter dictates the pace. And so, he removed his pants and boxers slowly, painfully slowly to build her tension and tease his prey.