<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Feel that?" Cat breathed in his ear.  "You did that, hotshot -- all for you."  She rocked her hips against his hand, groaning a little.  "God, I don't -- I've never been this -- Jesus, I feel like I'm coming out of my skin."  She tightened her hand on the back of his neck, almost painfully -- or at least, it would have been to most men.  She doubted Gabriel would notice even if she raked him like a tiger.  </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 255, 153)">If she was this high already -- how much hotter would it get, when he finally slid into her?  Even that thought was enough to make her moan, and a fresh wave of wetness coated his fingers.</span></span>