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by Christmas Novella (retail) (epub)


  After tossing a few lines around in his head, he decided to let it fly. She'd either get turned on, or she'd laugh at him. Since he loved to hear her giggle, he figured he had nothing to lose. He could recover from a little blow to his pride and sexual prowess.

  “Do you know what’s going to happen once we get to the resort?”

  She glanced over at him, her brow creasing in confusion. “Well, I thought we’d check into the room.”

  “I mean after that.”

  “No, what’s going to happen? Did you make dinner plans or something?”

  He kept his eyes on the road as his dick tried to break through the zipper of his jeans. Hell, he was getting jacked up just thinking about what he'd say. “First, I’m going to get you completely naked. I’ll slowly slip that skirt down your pretty legs, and pull that shirt over your head. Then, I’ll get rid of anything that’s left.”

  She gasped, but then giggled. “And then what?”

  At least she didn't shut him down, so he continued.

  “Once you’re naked and laid out on our bed, I’m going to yank you to the edge of the mattress and get down on my knees. Then, I’m going to palm each of your legs and spread them wide, so wide, that you’re completely open to me.”

  No response, but he saw out of the corner of his eye that her gaze remained on him, her lips parted.

  “After that, I’m going to dip my tongue into your hot pussy, and lick and suck you just like I know you like it, teasing you, bringing you right to the brink, but this time, I won’t let you come. I’m going to feast on you.”

  She inhaled, sharply, and he smiled. Maybe there could be something to this dirty talk. “Do you want to know what happens next?”

  Her answer came out on a light breath. “Yes.”

  She didn’t hesitate for a second, so he pressed on. “After my tongue is coated in your juices, I’m going to flip you onto your stomach and slip my cock into you. You’re going to be so hot and wet, I’m just going to slide in and out, each stroke bringing you closer to your orgasm.

  “While I’m making love to you, I’m going to kiss every bump of your spine and lick that little spot just under your ear that makes you shiver and your nipples harden. Then, before you go over the edge, I’m going to pull out.”

  Breathily, she asked, “Why would you do that?”

  Holy shit, he was so turned on, he fidgeted in his seat trying to find some relief from the steel bar in his pants. But no, there wouldn’t be any reprieve.

  “Because, I like to watch you come. I want to see you, see the bright light that surrounds you and shines from your eyes and emanates from your very soul. I want to bathe in it while I make love to you.”

  Again, she said nothing.

  “I need to feel the heat from your body as I jam my cock into you. I need to hear your cries of pleasure. I want you to say out my name as you come, Abby. It's been so long, I just want to devour every inch of you.”

  They pulled into the valet parking and he glanced over at her. Her chest heaved, her eyes wide. Yeah, this dirty talk was something to definitely keep in his back pocket for future use.

  She gazed at him as if she wanted to consume him, her lower lip drawn between her teeth, her eyes bright, her nipples completely erect against her turtleneck.

  Damn.

  If the valet hadn’t been ten seconds from opening up the doors, he would have taken her right then and there.

  He felt the blast of the cool, late afternoon air and turned to the man standing there.

  “Checking in, sir?”

  Nodding, he slid out of the driver seat, his cock like a fucking rock in his pants. Jesus, he couldn’t wait to get into his hand on his Abby.

  He pulled his duffel bag from the back seat, carrying it in front of him. He’d gotten himself so turned on by his dirty talk, he felt as if he’d explode at any second. However, no one else needed to know that.

  As he placed his hand on Abby's lower back and guided her into the hotel, he barely noticed the roman arches, the water fountains, the Tuscan tile, the humungous vases full of flowers, or the Christmas decorations. He zoned in on the front desk and wondered which employee could help him get to their room the fastest.

  The man looked up at him, smiled, and waved him over.

  “Noah and Abby Johnson, one night.” Even to him, his voice sounded strained and husky.

  When he heard about the room, he decided to upgrade, especially if it meant seeing Abby in the garden tub, her nipples peeking out from beneath a pile of bubbles.

  Abby grabbed his hand, and he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. As the clerk asked for his credit card and told them about the amenities, he kept sneaking glances at Abby as his hand skimmed her body from her ribs to her hips. Her eyes had glazed over as she crossed her legs at the ankle, and she nodded as if she listened intently. However, when his hand moved to her lower belly, she shuddered, her eyelids fluttering.

  How he wanted to throttle the guy. Couldn’t he see he had two people in front of him that just needed some damn privacy?

  However, he knew Abby wouldn’t approve of him choking a resort employee. She preferred peace.

  Finally, he had the keys in his hand.

  “Fifth floor, sir. Enjoy your stay.”

  He practically ran for the elevators, Abby’s hand firmly grasped in his. When the panels finally closed on them, he pinned her up against a wall, his mouth moving hungrily over hers. He pulled her flush to him, lifting her leg to his hip as he ground his cock into her core.

  She gripped his hair, then moved her hands over his biceps, squeezing them as if she tested that he would be strong enough to hold her. Although she’d gained a few pounds in the pregnancy, he’d never had trouble lifting Abby, and he loved all this new flesh and curves.

  Grasping her other leg, he hitched it to his waist so that his love depended totally on him to not hit the floor. He pushed her skirt up, and as he brushed his fingers over her soft curls, he realized she didn’t wear any panties.

  His hips jerked, his cock ready to explode.

  “Are you kidding me?” he whispered against her ear. “No underwear?”

  She giggled, and it took everything within him to not unzip his jeans and jam himself into the hot, slick flesh that his fingers now explored—so tight, so wet, and her greedy moans sounded like the finest music to his ears.

  She’s missed this just as much as he had.

  He set her down when they reached their floor, and as the elevator doors opened, he licked his fingers clean, each one coated in her essence. She stared at him, her cheeks flushed with arousal.

  His voice sounded guttural, almost animalistic. “I want more.”

  That sweet little tongue ran across her bottom lip, and she nodded. She wanted him to get more, as well.

  They walked hand in hand to their suite. Once inside, he pounced on her again. After pulling off her jacket, he tossed it to the side, then lifted the turtleneck above her head. His whole body trembled as he unfastened her bra and slid it down her arms, her skin feeling like silk beneath his touch.

  Leaning down, he held her cheeks in his hands and kissed her, their tongues swirling together in a lazy dance. The intensity of the moment still held, but their movements had slowed. She unbuttoned his shirt, her hands languidly exploring his chest and stomach, as if it were the first time she touched him. His skin burned at her caresses, his body feeling as though it may go up in flames if he didn’t find release.

  When she pulled on his belt, worked the button free, and unzipped his pants, his cock sprang forward, as if starving for her attention. She gripped him, running her hand from the tip to his balls. A tremor traveled through him at her touch, a low groan emanating from his chest as his heart pounded.

  “Abby,” he whispered against her lips. “You’re killing me.”

  She smiled, and squeezed him. “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No. Fuck no. Never stop.”

  He pulled her ski
rt down, and it pooled on the floor. As she stroked him, he ran his hands over her shoulders, down to her waist, and over her hips. A moment later, he had to step away, or he’d blow right there in her hand.

  While he shucked off his jeans, his breath sawed in and out of his lungs. He led her over to the bed and pulled back the covers. She slid in, and he followed.

  Their mouths met again as he ran his hand over her breast, down her hip, and to her lower belly. Yes, he definitely loved all the new curves, especially her breasts and hips. She spread her legs and he caressed her inner thigh all the way up to her the soft curls now damp with her arousal, then back down to her knee. As his finger trailed upward again, he cupped her sex and she groaned, but he didn’t spread the flesh.

  He kissed her neck, then rolled on to all fours above her. As he flicked her nipple with his tongue, she arched her back and curled her fingers into his hair. He palmed the heavy globe and gently squeezed.

  And got a face full of milk.

  Startling, he jerked backward to his knees, sputtering and wiping his face with his hand.

  He heard Abby gasp. “Oh, my God.”

  He gazed down at her horrified face, and smiled while trying to smooth over the awkward situation. “It’s not a big deal, honey. I’ll just be careful.”

  She shook her head as she moved away from him. “No. I can’t enjoy this knowing that I could start leaking at any second. I got so carried away, I forgot I needed to pump. Let me just take care of that, okay?”

  As she stood, milk began dripping from both her breasts, down her stomach. Tears welled in her eyes.

  He was so tired of seeing tears, and he’d do anything to make them stop.

  “Aw, hell, Abby. Don’t cry.”

  She shook her head, not meeting his gaze. “I just ruined this. Things were going so well.”

  He got out of the bed and took her by the shoulders as she watched the liquid drip down her stomach. “Honey, don’t worry. Nothing has been ruined. We have all night, remember?”

  She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded. Then she looked up at him and smiled. “Okay. Let me go take care of this and shower.”

  He grinned, glad that the minor setback in their lovemaking hadn’t ruined the whole night. “I’m not going anywhere, honey.”

  As she walked into the bathroom, he admired the sway of her hips. Just before she shut the door, he said, “Abby, that ass is so pretty. I just want to let you know I’m going to take you from behind tonight.”

  Her cheeks flushed crimson as she looked over her shoulder, but at least he got another smile out of her.

  Slipping back into bed, he settled in. Good mattress—not too hard, but not like lying in a beanbag, either. The white sheets seemed particularly soft, and the pillows … damn, the things felt like he rested his head on huge, fluffy clouds.

  A few minutes passed, and he ran his hand over his now flaccid cock, but couldn’t help but chuckle. Yeah, a surprise face full of breast milk could certainly kill the moment. It would only take one touch from Abby and he’d be on fire again. It’s the way it had always been, and he assumed, it always would be.

  He yawned, shut his eyes and rolled to his side. It felt good being here with his mate, not having any responsibilities for a few hours. All he had to concentrate on would be pleasing Abby, and he’d do that every damn day, all day long, if he could.

  Yes, this had been an excellent present.

  Chapter 22

  Noah woke slowly.

  As he took stock of his surroundings, the heat of Abby’s body behind him registered, as did the touch of her fingertips leisurely running up and down his leg. She spooned him, her breasts against his back.

  Damn it. He’d fallen asleep.

  Rolling over, he met her gaze.

  She grinned. “Hi.”

  “Hey. I’m sorry I fell asleep.”

  “It’s okay. I did, too.”

  Confusion furrowed his brow. “What do you mean, you fell asleep, too? What time is it?”

  She lifted herself and looked over his shoulder. “Ten.”

  “Well, that’s good. We only slept for a couple of hours.”

  Now, she was the one who seemed baffled. “We slept over twelve hours, Noah. Fourteen, to be exact.”

  The words sank in, and panic swelled in his chest. No! They’d slept through the whole night? What the hell?

  He remembered Abby going to the bathroom to pump milk and grab a quick shower. He must have fallen asleep then, and hadn’t moved since.

  “Why didn’t you wake me up last night?”

  She shrugged. “You looked so peaceful, I figured I’d let you sleep. I crawled into bed, and I was out within seconds.”

  He sighed in frustration and disappointment, then rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. “But now we have to leave in an hour, Abby. This wasn’t how I wanted to spend our time together. I didn't want to sleep; I wanted to be with you.”

  They’d go home, and everything would go back to being the same—both exhausted, their world revolving around Phoenix, and him feeling like he came in second place in Abby’s eyes.

  “You should have woken me.”

  She propped herself up on her elbow and grabbed his chin. Turning his head, she forced him to look at her. “We have a late checkout, so we don’t have to leave here until five tonight.”

  Hope curled his mouth into a smile. “Really?”

  “Yes. I told you yesterday when we left we’d have twenty-four hours together.”

  He rolled over toward her again. “I didn’t realize we’d get to stay past checkout.”

  She stared at him a moment, bringing her hand to his cheek. “I knew we’d be tired, so I planned for us to have the afternoon together.”

  “I don’t think I’ve ever slept fourteen hours where a hangover wasn’t involved.”

  Rolling her eyes, she laughed.

  As he stared at his female, the desire from the previous evening returned. At the same time, his stomach growled with hunger. They’d slept through dinner last night, and the need for food and his desire for Abby warred within him.

  Abby won.

  She always would. He would never be sated.

  He reached out and grasped her hand, bringing it down to his erection. He groaned as she palmed him.

  “Do you want me to call room service, Noah? I hear your stomach rumbling.”

  He shook his head and closed his eyes. “No. Just keep stroking me like that. It feels so fucking good, Abby. It’s been so long.”

  Moving his hips, he found a rhythm that threatened to make him orgasm sooner rather than later. He pulled her hand away and reached for her, but she moved out of his grasp and disappeared under the covers. When her tongue found his shaft, he groaned, his whole body trembling with desire.

  She took him into her hot mouth, and he gripped her hair as his abs and thighs shook. “Oh, fuck me, Abby. Honey, I've missed this so much. I've missed you.”

  As she licked and sucked him, he wanted her to stop because he was so close … but felt like he may die if she did.

  Finally, he grabbed her shoulders and hauled her up over his body. She kissed him deeply as she palmed his erection, then slowly slid down, a torturous ecstasy of wet heat.

  He stared up at her as she took some deep breaths, her gaze never wavering from his.

  She didn’t move for a long time, and fear gripped him that he may be hurting her.

  “Are you okay, baby? If I’m hurting you, please stop right now. I couldn’t bear it if that was the case.”

  Closing her eyes, she shook her head. “I’m fine. It’s just been a while.”

  The understatement of the damn century.

  “Yeah, it has. Too long, Abby. Way too long.”

  As she moved her hips, he gritted his teeth. Shit, she felt so good, and looked so damn beautiful with her auburn hair in a tangled mess, her lips swollen from taking him into her mouth and their kisses. Her cheeks turned a slight shade of p
ink, and she looked like a woman about to become completely undone—but not quite yet.

  “Talk to me, Noah.”

  Her words barely registered through the pleasure scrambling his brain. Talk? Talk about what? He couldn’t even think straight.

  Then, he realized what she meant.

  “You’re so tight and wet, Abby. I feel like I’ve just sunk into a little slice of Heaven. My slice of Heaven.”

  She lifted herself up, then descended back down. He groaned as he gripped her thighs.

  “I love you so much, Abby. I could stay inside you all day long, having you ride me, just like this.”

  Planting her hands on his chest, her short nails dug into his pectorals, and he hoped she left marks, made him bleed, as if she marked him as her own. He’d wake up every morning they lasted and see them in the mirror and remember this very moment of sheer ecstasy.

  “Noah.”

  His name falling from her lips turned him on more than anything, and he fought the orgasm about to rail through him.

  “Come on, baby. Let me feel you tighten around me. Let me hear you when you come.”

  Her breast swayed, her nipples taut, and he knew she was close. So close. Could he outlast her? He always wanted to make sure she had been taken care of before he went over the edge, but this time, he had serious doubts.

  The first tremors of her orgasm gripped his cock, and she threw her head back as pain shot through his chest. Yes, she had marked him. As the little beads of blood appeared, he slammed his hips upward, once, twice, and ... game over—he didn’t stand a chance now trying to hold back.

  She panted her way through the wave of pleasure, and he felt it pulsing around his erection. A white glow surrounded her, making her seem not of this world, and he supposed in a way, she wasn’t. He came with such force, he briefly wondered if his spine had snapped in half.

  Abby collapsed on top of him, and he wrapped his arms around her. Both breathed heavily, their bodies slick with sweat.

  After a moment, she rolled off of him. She lay on her back, her arms and legs spread wide. As he gazed at her, he noted the bloody smears on her chest. He’d have to get her in the shower because he certainly didn’t like the looks of it.

 

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