“Just…” Abby took a shuddering breath. “Just make me come. Now. Please.”
He chuckled, his mouth moving to the side of her neck. He nipped the sensitive spot beneath her ear. “Ride my cock.”
She kicked her tennis shoes off then jumped up, yanked her zipper down, and kicked out of her jeans. Liam leaned back, bracing his hands on the log. She reached for his fly, and with trembling hands, freed his cock. The cool mountain air sent goose pimples over her bare legs as she mounted him, taking his length within her walls.
With her socked feet planted on the forest floor littered with aspen leaves and fir needles, she used her leg muscles to ride him. Starting slow, trying to savor the fullness, and the rocketing pleasure filling her every cell. Liam remained still, letting her use him, his darkened gaze watching her face.
She grabbed onto his shoulders, using them for leverage when her tired legs threatened to give out. Her breaths escaped in gasps as she sought release, driving him harder and harder inside. The control slipped from Liam’s face. His head fell back and she saw the strain in the tendons of his neck.
He bared his teeth. “Oh God, I’m going to lose it.”
Abby reached the brink, and teetered on the edge. Liam growled, a feral sound, and she screamed with her climax. He grabbed her in a bear hug, pumping into her, his loud call echoing with hers through the trees. He kept tight hold of her.
Would every time be this incredible? “I don’t think I can handle too much of this.”
“You’ll have to, because I don’t plan on letting you out of bed the rest of the day.”
Chapter 13
Two quickies had only whetted Liam’s appetite. This was how he had envisioned having Abigail. On his bed, her pale hair splayed out around her face—a golden halo that shimmered with the sunlight flooding through the french doors of the bedroom. Her skin was flushed, her vivid blue eyes wild with lust. A beautiful, entrancing sight—a little wood nymph that’d made its way to his bed.
He’d had her slip on the pink negligee, and he’d been right about how sexy it made the little nurse look. He took his time, savoring her as a visual feast, taking her in with his gaze inch by inch. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing. They were tipped with light pink and very sensitive nipples which strained against the opaque material. He reached out and brushed his thumbs over them, watching fascinated as they formed tight pearls. Abigail closed her eyes and arched her back, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
Liam trailed his palms over her ribcage and along the curve of her waistline, before sliding his hands beneath the negligee. Her skin was warmed silk beneath his hands as he rested them over her hips. She’d shaved down to a small snatch of light colored hair, her slit clean and smooth.
“You’re incredible, Abigail,” he said. And he meant it. She had a beautiful body. A supple and womanly figure she could use to get whatever she wanted from a man. But she didn’t seem the type, and he wanted to believe that opinion of her. That she withheld this most intimate side for those worthy of such an honor.
Could he honestly say he was worth her attention? Outside of the deal they’d agreed on, if they’d met as an ordinary man and woman on the street, as two people who were interested in one another, based on that alone, could he offer Abigail what she needed? Beyond material items and a comfortable but shallow lifestyle, he knew he couldn’t.
A shadow tempered Liam’s desire. He closed his eyes and slipped a finger within her pussy, remembering he’d come to Aspen to produce a child. He wasn’t there to question whether he was good enough for Abigail.
She was slick beneath his stroke, and he added a second finger and spread her lips wide. She gasped and opened to him, her knees falling apart. The sight beckoned, and he leaned in, inhaling the musk of her arousal. He’d tasted her earlier, a sloppy oral fucking without any technique. He intended to remedy that. He parted her labia with his thumbs, exposing her clit, and blew a soft breath over it.
“Liam,” Abigail whispered. She squirmed and reached for his head, trying to press him closer.
He peered up and met her flashing gaze. He licked his lower lip, and she bit hers.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked.
She groaned and wiggled before muttering something unintelligible.
He grinned; he’d teach her dirty talk yet. He brushed his thumb over her clit.
She bared her teeth. “Oh, you’re bad.”
“What do you want me to do?” he repeated.
“I want you to lick me,” she replied.
“Mmm. I can do that.”
He used the broad of his tongue, licking from her canal to her clit. Abigail gasped a ‘yes’ as she clutched his hair.
“Now what do you want?”
“Oh God, more of that.”
Liam took her again, teasing the tip of his tongue through her inner and outer lips before circling her clit. She bucked and writhed, but he denied her direct stimulation. He’d draw the experience out as long as he could handle it, for both him and Abigail. She balled the comforter in her hands and whimpered. He sucked her clit between his lips and flicked the tip of his tongue over it.
Her whimpers turned to ragged pants. His cock throbbed as he rubbed her swollen nub harder with his tongue, pushing a finger within her wet canal. He worked it in and out, ready to replace it with his cock, but holding back his own need. He pressed a second finger inside her tight walls, and her muscles clenched then pulsed against his mouth. She cried out his name, and he lifted over her, watching her beautiful face flush a dark red with her orgasm.
When she opened her eyes, she gave him a salacious and well-satisfied smile. The look was fire to his desire, and he moved between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his hips. He lowered, taking one of her nipples between his teeth, sucking it lightly. He reached between them, grasped his cock, and stroked it within her labia.
Abigail grabbed his shoulders, raking her nails over his skin. “I need you inside of me.”
Her husky demand broke the last of his control and Liam thrust home. Her walls squeezed his shaft, and a shudder passed through his muscles as he fought to keep it together. How she brought him to the brink so fast amazed him. He couldn’t lose it this soon. The pace he took was painfully slow. He clamped his teeth together while withdrawing then sliding deep, running sales figures through his mind as a distraction from the tightening pressure for release.
Abigail moved into him, trying to force him to go faster.
Liam balled his hands into fists. “Oh God, you kill me, Miss Haden.”
“And you make me crazy, Mr. Whitmore.”
She stoked his lust until his head swam with it, his balls ached with it. He ground his teeth, and stayed with her. Pumping his hips harder and faster, he lost his mind to the incredible pleasure. She screamed his name, and the last threads of his self-control snapped. The orgasm swept through him like liquid fire. He collapsed over the top of Abigail, shaking with exhaustion. Nothing had ever felt so good in all his life. He was humbled by it.
His dick was sore, and his back ached. Liam stretched his tight muscles and fell off to the side of his bedmate. Abigail snuggled against his side. Her breathing softened as she drifted off to sleep. He looked to the digital clock on the nightstand and frowned. He hadn’t made it past twenty-five minutes this time. What should’ve been a slow and sensual experience had been abbreviated because of his lack of patience.
“Good job, Quick Draw McGraw,” he muttered under his breath. He rubbed his hands over his face and sat up. He was definitely out of practice, but at least Abigail seemed to have enjoyed herself. Still, his ego suffered.
He should check his email, but he made a rare decision to forego work. He covered Abigail with the comforter, went to the bathroom to clean up, then pulled on a pair of jeans.
Liam scanned the peaceful mountainscape from the living room. Off between a stand of trees a few female elk stood. His father had been a hunter, but he’d never cared for the
sport, preferring to simply watch the wildlife. His cellphone chirped and he glanced down. He’d received a text from Charity. He opened the photo she’d sent and grinned.
“I’m in a habit of falling asleep on you.”
Liam looked over his shoulder, setting his phone back on the table next to where Abigail’s charged. Abigail stood in the living room, wearing only her oversized sweater from earlier and nothing else. He took a moment to admire her toned legs, curious if he’d find her still in the pink negligee beneath the sweater.
“I won’t hold it against you.” He smiled.
She smiled back, and her eyes brightened. “I checked in the freezer earlier and found a container of chocolate ice cream.”
He rubbed his jaw. “That does sound good.” Though what he had a taste for lay beneath the sweater.
She walked into the kitchen, took out the ice cream and two spoons, then held up the offering. “Bed or couch?”
“Definitely bed.”
They walked back into the bedroom and climbed into bed. Abigail shoved her legs under the comforter. It felt cozy with her pressed against his side. She looked completely content as she dug into the dessert. Her nervousness around him had evaporated, and for that he was grateful. He’d hated the look of mistrust he’d seen in her eyes earlier. It was the gaze he’d viewed across the boardroom table over and over.
The ice cream had a smooth, dark chocolate taste, though Abigail appeared to enjoy it more than he did. He let her devour most of the frozen treat, while he relished her murmurs of delight. He wanted her again, as if their three previous rendezvous hadn’t even occurred. He’d become a starving man around her, never tiring of her taste, her scent, or the feel of her pussy wrapped around his cock.
“What do you do up here without a TV?” she asked, swiping her spoon inside the carton, digging out the last of the now melted ice cream. He watched her pink lips wrap around the spoon and suck off the last of the chocolate.
He cleared his throat. “I usually hike and camp out.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I have to admit I watch too much TV. I’ve got my DVR set at home.”
“If I’d known, I would’ve put in a TV and satellite.”
Her eyebrows drew together. “That’d be kind of pricey for a one-time guest.” She caught her top lip between her teeth. “Well, probably not for you.”
“I’m not irresponsible with my money. I don’t own limos or yachts. Much of it’s tied up in Whitmore and other investments. What I’m worth and what I have in hand and ready to spend are two vastly different things.”
“So gold diggers beware.” She grinned.
He chuckled, tucking blonde strands of hair behind her ear, loving its silken feel. He kept hold of the hair, letting his fingers trail to its end.
“Though I don’t think you need to scrimp and save for the holidays like the rest of us,” she continued.
He caught the slightest hint of something in her voice—a certain inflection that sliced into the sensuous moment like a dulled knife.
“True. I’m well off.” He pulled away from her, putting some space between them. “But I’ve worked hard and paid a hefty price for my portion of it. I’m certainly not living off my father’s fortune.”
Abigail sat up straighter, setting the empty ice cream carton on the nightstand. She laced her fingers into a tight ball on her covered thighs. Her gaze rested on her hands. “I wasn’t insinuating any such thing.”
The lack of eye contact following the statement didn’t put his rising defensiveness to rest. Actually, he wasn’t even sure why he felt the need to defend himself. His usual confidence wavered; Abigail had some kind of hold on it, able to tug it this way and that at will. Unsettled, he swung his legs off the bed, deciding he’d check in at work. Work was always there for him. An open avenue for Liam to find retreat from things he didn’t want to deal with.
Chapter 14
Abby drew her knees to her chest and rested her chin on them, staring toward the empty fireplace. From time to time she heard Liam’s fingers tap across his laptop keys from the other room.
She’d offended him and felt bad for it. There were moments she believed the two of them could be friends if she conceived; if he’d be open to such a thing. She’d caught glimpses of a man she thought she’d like to get to know better—a humanist side which seemed at odds to his colder reputation. Bits and pieces here and there. Perhaps she had imagined them before he’d shut down on her. Of course, her mind was probably clouded by sex and she was most likely making up things she wanted to see.
She blew out a breath. Liam’s masculine scent clung to her skin. The once ironed smooth comforter lay at an angle to the mattress and had been wrinkled from their sex play. She needed another shower, but her tired muscles resisted the decision, so she huddled into a tighter ball. The days stretched out before her. If anything like the last three experiences, Abby knew she’d be worn thin. It’d be much too easy to open to Liam in a way that frightened her. A way that would expose her to heartache that only sex with another could do. Casual love definitely wasn’t her thing. A necessary evil though. An unavoidable danger she had to face.
Abby looked out the french doors. A small herd of female elk stood close to the cabin, a beautiful and peaceful sight. Their thick, brownish coats caught the light, leaving them glossy with good health. Some grazed, others lay on the ground dozing. Having spent so many years in the city, Abby had forgotten how much she loved wildlife. She wished her camera phone was handy to take pictures, but she’d left it in the other room to charge.
She watched the elk, though they did very little but nibble and rest for over an hour. Finally one lifted its head and peered around the yard, its long ears twitching this way and that. It trotted into the trees, disappearing. The others followed suit, off on some important elk errands, she imagined.
Boredom set in. Abby slid from bed, deciding to brave a trip to the living room to retrieve her phone in case she’d missed any messages from her brother. Liam was MIA and she frowned, not having heard him leave the house. She picked up her cell from its charger and managed to knock Liam’s off the table. She caught it mid-air, hitting a button, lighting up its face. Abby sucked in a breath, peering at the photo of a smiling Liam. A bikini-clad Charity had her arms around his waist, and another barely dressed blonde stood by his other side.
Hot jealousy flooded through Abby. A tempest she hadn’t been prepared for as she set Liam’s phone down and backed away. She could lay no claim to the man, yet the possessive streak brought the sting of tears to her eyes. She strode back into the bedroom and paced its confines. She heard a door click from the other room, Liam had returned. Abby made the decision to take a short walk around the property to work out her displaced feelings. She dressed, put on her shoes and jacket, and left by the french doors.
The crisp mountain air refreshed her as she walked in the direction the elk had gone. She continued until she was hidden within the spruce and aspen trees, putting as much space as she dared between herself and Liam. Soreness was settling into her leg and butt muscles, a reminder of the intimacy that was taking a toll on her mental state. She braced a hand on a spruce as she stretched out her quadriceps.
A breeze rustled the golden aspen leaves, making them chatter all around her. Abby closed her eyes and smiled, listening to the leaves’ conversation, letting it dull her hurt. She loved her native Texas, but she’d fallen in love with the mountains in the short amount of time she’d spent in them. She made the decision to visit the Rockies again; just her, of course, and hopefully with a child in tow.
A branch cracked. Her eyes popped open and she searched between the tree trunks. At first the large shape didn’t register as anything more than a trick of light and shadow. When it shifted, and the form caught sunbeams streaming through the leaves and spruce needles, Abby saw the burnished bronze and red highlights in a shaggy, brown coat. She blinked, her brain working over the impossible sight even as her heart leapt into her throa
t. Adrenaline surged. A massive head appeared from between the tree trunks, and curious black eyes settled on her.
Bear. Her lips formed the word, but it left as a whoosh of breath.
The bear lifted its head, its mouth open as it scented the air. Ivory teeth flashed.
Abby stepped back. Run! half her brain screamed. Don’t run or it’ll chase you! the other half screamed back. Her movement instantly caught the beast’s attention and it made a low, huffing noise. Abby did quick mental calculations. She wasn’t that far into the forest. If she could make it to the clearing around the cabin, maybe Liam would see her coming. Liam had the gun. A gun tucked away in the bedroom closet, and who knew how long he’d take to get it. And who knew if she could outrun a grizzly bear.
The bear reared onto its hind legs, a real-life nightmare of a monster made entirely of teeth and hair. They still had some distance between them, but an animal that size would make up ground easily.
Abby made the only decision she knew possible for her. Run! She took another step backward, and her muscles bunched for flight. She sucked air into her lungs. Whether she could outrun a bear or not didn’t matter. She knew for absolute certain she wouldn’t win if it charged her and she didn’t get out of its way.
The forest exploded in a blur of movement. She gasped and staggered sideways, almost falling. A herd of mule deer had burst through the trees around her, and slid to a halt when they spotted the bear. Chaos erupted. The bear roared as spooked deer panicked and scattered in all directions. Abby was already running as fast as she could, taking advantage of the predator’s distraction. She didn’t stop until she flung herself through the french doors to the bedroom, slammed them shut, and fell onto the bed. Face down, she wheezed and coughed, her lungs and heart pushed beyond their limits.
“Jesus, what happened?”
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