“Okay.” Her voice was small and tentative, but the fact that she agreed so readily sent a wave of lust through him that was followed by a rush of tenderness.
Molding his hands over her ass, he squeezed both cheeks. “I love the way you pushed your ass against my cock until it was settled right here between the folds.” He moved his thumbs to the dark cleft and traced a path down towards her feminine heat.
Erin moaned and tried to hide her head under the pillow, but he wouldn’t allow it. Reaching up, he tugged the pillow off her head and smacked it against her bottom before tossing it next to him on the bed. “None of that.” Leaning over, he lightly bit her on the cheek before licking both her dimples. “You’ve got a gorgeous ass and I plan to enjoy every inch of it.”
Erin could hardly believe she was lying naked in Abel’s bed with the bright morning sunshine coming through the window. She felt exposed, yet she also felt decadent and sexy as her sensitive skin brushed the cotton sheets. It was a bit disconcerting to have her behind exposed to him, but the moment she felt his tongue on her flesh she forgot all about being embarrassed.
Her fingers clenched the sheets as his hands continued to shape and mold her bottom. It had never occurred to her that a man would find that part of her anatomy sexy or that she would enjoy his touch so much. She moaned as his clever fingers traced a line down the cleft between her cheeks. Almost against her will, her bottom rose to meet him. He laughed and it was a low, husky sound that sent shivers down her spine.
His lips were soft and firm as he kissed his way up her back. She could feel his large erection pushing against her bottom. Although she’d read that most men have a hard-on when they awoke in the mornings, she still felt special, as if it was all because of her. One of his large hands gripped her waist, and he pulled her back until his cock was once again sandwiched between the cheeks of her ass.
Once he was satisfied with her position, his hand slid to her stomach before he spread his fingers and combed them through her pubic hair. Slowly, he repeated the motion again and again until she was desperately trying to open her legs. Carefully, he lifted her top leg and placed it over his. It widened her legs enough for him to slip his fingers through her hair and down to the damp folds of her throbbing sex.
Erin whimpered and arched her head back against him. She needed more, but didn’t know how to ask him for what she wanted. He shifted for a moment and she felt his other arm slipping under her shoulders. When his hand cupped her breast she didn’t know whether to cry in frustration or to moan with ecstasy she was so aroused. The sound that came out of her throat was somewhere in between.
“You like that, do you?” His breath tickled her ear and sent tingles of sensations through her body.
“Yes.” She wanted to say more, but that was all she could manage. Her body was taut with arousal and she was perched on the edge of orgasm. It was exhilarating and slightly painful as she lay there waiting, anticipating his next move.
His fingertip brushed the tip of her distended nipple at the same time he pressed another finger against her clitoris. He didn’t move the hand between her legs, but just applied a steady pressure as he continued to lightly brush her nipple. She could feel his cock pulsing in the cleft of her behind. That combined with all the hours of anticipation was too much for her and she felt her body convulsing.
Crying out, she clamped her hand over his fingers between her legs to keep him there. Her body shook as the powerful release washed over her. Finally, when it was over, all her muscles relaxed and she lay quietly next to him. Neither one of them had moved position. His hands were still caressing her, but his touch was more soothing now than arousing.
Turning her head slightly she smiled up at him. She’d never felt this good in her entire life. “Thank you.” Her gratitude was heartfelt and real.
“You’re very welcome, but we’re not through yet.” His eyes were dark with arousal and need, and his hands tightened briefly on her body as if he was afraid she might try and leave him. She could have told him that she had no intention of getting out of this bed until he’d finally made love to her, but decided to show him instead.
Clenching the muscles of her ass, she gripped his cock tight. He hissed an oath between his teeth and his entire body went rigid. His eyes were dark slits as his mouth covered hers in a heated kiss. All signs of play were gone. This was a seriously aroused man and he meant business.
Erin could barely breathe as his mouth plundered hers. Their tongues tasted and tested one another and she knew that she’d never get enough of him. His hands were once again in motion. Two of his large fingers slid inside her slick opening and the sound in her throat was almost a purr in response to his action. Once his long fingers were seated to the hilt, he spread them wide, opening her further. The edge of his palm pressed against her clit. He swallowed her cries as his mouth continued to devour hers.
His other hand continued to shape and mold her breast, and she felt them swell even more with arousal. With his thumb and forefinger, he lightly pinched her nipple. Her body was alive and every inch of her was sensitized. She was overwhelmed by the urge to push.
With his arms wrapped around her like a vise it was hard for her to move, but she managed to swivel her hips slightly and push her breast even closer to his hand. Abel tore his mouth from hers and placed hot kisses across her cheek. When he reached her ear, he swirled his tongue around the outer rim before flicking the inside.
“Abel,” she moaned.
“Tell me what you want,” he ordered as he continued to stimulate her entire body.
“I want you.” Reaching behind her she grabbed his ass and tried to bring him even closer to her.
“You want me to what?”
Erin’s breasts ached and the emptiness between her legs was almost unbearable. “I want your cock inside me.”
His wicked tongue thrust into her ear as his fingers toyed with her nipple. “You want me to fuck you?”
Erin was panting hard now, her entire body vibrating with desire. “Yes,” she wailed. “Fuck me. Now.”
“Hell yes,” he groaned.
She cried out as he pulled away from her, but before she could protest, he drove his cock deep inside her. Her inner muscles clasped him hard as he pulsed within her. Erin closed her eyes. The connection she felt with this man was so intense. It was more than sexual. It was intimate, like having him inside her body, mind, and soul all at once.
He shifted, gripping her waist and pulling her downward until he was seated inside her to the hilt. “Damn, you feel good.” His voice was a low whisper in her ear and she nodded unable to speak.
With one hand on her waist, and the other on her breast, he began to thrust slowly and deeply. Erin could hear his harsh breathing and realized that her own was just as ragged. He pulled out as far as he could go before surging back inside her. She helped him as much as she could but he had all the leverage. The most she could do was lie there and enjoy the ride.
The hand on her waist slid downward until he was touching her clit with one finger. That single touch was enough to send her spiraling out of control and she cried out as she came once again. Abel thrust even harder a few more times before she felt him stiffen. He came deep within her. The hot liquid discharge intensified her own release and she cried out once again.
When they were both spent, they lay boneless against the pillows. Erin felt mellow, yet happy. She stretched her leg that was still draped over his and he gave a half laugh. “You’re going to kill me if you keep that up.” She groaned as he lifted her leg off of his. Her leg had gotten stiff in that position. Then she groaned with pleasure as his fingers dug into the sore muscles and he rubbed the stiffness from them.
“That feels so good.”
“So do you.” He breathed deep as he spoke. “You smell like sex and woman. I can smell myself on you. I like that.”
His primitive words sent a shaft of pleasure through her as they continued to lie there side by side. Neither one o
f them was in a particular hurry to move. A pang of disappointment went through her and she sighed when he finally pulled out of her. She felt empty without him and turned to face him. As if he understood and shared her feelings, he wrapped his arms tight around her.
Abel rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. Settling herself into the crook of his arm, she toyed with the hair on his chest. Pushing a lock of hair out of her face, he kissed her on the nose. “That was amazing.”
“It’s called spooning.” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself.
“What is?” He continued to sift his fingers through her long hair.
“What we just did.” She made little circles around his nipples as she spoke. “I read about it in a magazine.”
“Did you now?” He sounded interested. “What else did you read?”
Keeping her eyes glued on his chest, she concentrated on the motions of her fingers. “There was an article that listed what they said was the best seven sexual positions, and the one we just did was called spooning.”
“What were some of the other ones?”
The fact that he sounded so nonchalant about the whole thing gave her the courage to continue. “They all have different names like scissors and doggy-style, and a whole bunch more.” He stiffened the moment she mentioned the first one, and she suddenly lost her courage to continue.
She felt his chest begin to rumble. It took her a second to realize he was laughing. He rolled suddenly until she was lying flat on her back once again with him looming over her. There was a grin on his face as he cupped her face in his hands and gave her a quick kiss. “The scissors thing sounds painful, but I think I’d like the doggy one. In fact, I know I would.”
Erin could feel the heat rise in her cheeks and knew she was blushing. She tried to avert her gaze, but he captured her face in his hands, making her look at him. He was the epitome of the well-sated and indulgent male as he kissed the tip of her nose.
“We can try anything you want to.” One of his legs covered hers as he leaned over her. His eyes were dark green and serious as he spoke. “The only rule is that you tell me if I do something you don’t like. You can always say no. Understand?”
She nodded and gave him a tentative smile that seemed to satisfy him because he settled back next to her and cuddled her tight. “We’ll work our way through any of the positions you want to try.” His voice was low and sleepy. “And some more you probably never even thought of.”
Promise or threat, Erin didn’t care. Her entire body tingled as her mind conjured pictures of the two of them in various sexual positions. Allowing her hands to drift over the hard planes of his chest, she snuggled closer to Abel.
The heat and exertion made them both drowsy and their conversation trailed off as they both drifted off to sleep wrapped around each other.
Chapter Three
It was the heat that finally woke her. The rays of the sun were pouring through the bedroom window, making it hot and uncomfortable. She sprawled on top of the sheets, too lethargic to even move. Stretching slightly, her leg brushed against something hard and firm. Abel. Smiling, she opened her eyes and just stared at him. They were lying close together, but not touching, both of their bodies damp with perspiration.
His hair was plastered to his skull, his chin was shadowed with morning stubble, and his lips were pressed together in a firm line. Even though they were closed now, Erin loved the way his green eyes subtly changed shade, lightening and darkening, depending on his moods. His face was as tanned as the rest of him, evidence that he spent quite a bit of time outdoors. Even resting, his body was a study in rippling muscles and toned flesh. There wasn’t an extra ounce of fat anywhere on the man. Simply put, he was gorgeous.
She sighed, knowing she could easily pass a day just looking at him. But strangely, that was not what really attracted her to him. Even when she was only a kid, Erin had sensed an innate kindness in Abel, as well as a sense of fair play and justice. He always stuck up for the underdog and didn’t tolerate bullies. She’d found that out when he’d stopped several older boys from teasing her about her height and her red hair. Although she’d only been eight, after that incident she’d followed the fifteen-year-old Abel around, openly adoring him. Not once had he ever scolded her for it or made her feel bad in any way.
The senseless death of his parents had changed him so much. He’d gone from open, smiling young man to one who was grim and silent. The man who’d shot his mother and father in a convenience store holdup had been arrested and charged with their deaths, and Abel had gone to the trial proceedings every day, absorbing every detail. His first book had come out of that incident. It had simply been entitled, A Son’s Search for Justice by A. B. Garrett.
Almost a dozen more books had followed, each one chronicling the tragic events of some crime. Erin had read only one. The story had been gripping and so real it had given her nightmares for weeks. She owned them all, but had never read more than the opening and final chapters of any of them.
No matter where he had lived or traveled for his work, Abel had always made a pilgrimage home once a year. Sometimes he was here for as long as a week, other times he’d be gone after two or three days. No one ever knew when he was coming or when he was leaving, but he always wrote to them. Well, really he occasionally wrote to Jackson who shared the letters with her and Nathan. They were always filled with details of where he was and what he was working on. Erin had traveled all the way around the country through those letters.
Erin didn’t know how he could keep his sanity investigating gruesome crimes such as serial murders and rapes, and then writing about them. She sensed from his letters that it had taken a toll on him. Over the years, his letters had gotten further apart and sparser on details, but permeating them all was a sense of aloneness. It broke her heart to think of him buried in his work, hardly coming up for breath between projects. It was if he was driven to write each one, as if that would somehow make dealing with the death of his own parents easier to handle.
Reaching out, she placed her hand on his arm, simply wanting contact with him. She admired him as a person, but she adored him as a man. This morning, he’d made her feel sexy and womanly for the first time in her life and for that alone, he had earned a special place in her heart forever.
Flawed he might be, but she didn’t think she’d ever met a finer man. Their time together might be short, but she planned to take full advantage of every second. He didn’t move a muscle, but suddenly she knew he was awake. She peeked up at him and sure enough, his green eyes watched her with such a look of sexual intent that it almost took her breath away.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi back.” Taking her hand from his arm, he kissed her palm before laying her hand on the bed between them. “I’m sweating like a pig in this heat, honey. You don’t want those gorgeous hands on me until I get a shower.
She placed her hand on his chest. “I don’t mind. I’m sweaty too.” Leaning forward, she dropped a kiss on his lips. “Besides, I’m a farm girl. I don’t mind a little honest sweat.”
Laughing, he grabbed her in a bear hug and tugged her on top of him. “Then I’m a very lucky man.”
She nodded emphatically. “You certainly are.” Pushing her hips against his already half-aroused penis, she added, “And maybe you might get even luckier.”
“Think so?” he teased.
“I know so.” She loved bantering with him. Never had she felt this comfortable in any man’s presence, including her brothers. Her glance happened to stray to the bedside table where the clock radio sat. She blinked, not believing her eyes. It couldn’t be that late. But when she looked again, the clock still said that it was just after eleven.
“Omigod.” Screaming, she rolled out of bed, ignoring Abel’s surprised yelp as her knee came to close to his groin for comfort, and began to frantically search for her clothing. Bending over, she grabbed her underwear, but before she could tug them on, she was captured from
behind in a bear hug and tossed back on top of the bed.
With her panties still clutched in her hand, she glared up at him. Smiling, a very pleased, satisfied male smile, he surveyed her naked body from head to toe. Her flushed skin felt even hotter and her nipples tightened, but one more glance at the clock had her sighing. “I’ve got to go.”
Abel leaned over her, planting a hand on either side of her head. Bending down, he lowered his mouth to hers. His lips skimmed her own and she parted hers in response. Quickly taking advantage, his tongue swept inside, engaging hers in a sexual duel. Her arms crept up around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Taking his time, he kissed her with a thoroughness that left her breathless when he finally did pull away.
“Good morning, again.” Taking her hand in his, he placed it over his obvious erection. “I know you have to go, but we could take a shower together before you do. It’s the environmentally responsible thing to do you know, to conserve water.”
His grin was wicked and she couldn’t resist teasing him. “Well,” she drawled. “I suppose if it’s for the environment, I can sacrifice myself.”
Standing, he tugged her up from the bed and pulled her along behind him as he left the bedroom and padded down the hallway. “Abel,” she cried. “We’re naked.” She was desperately trying to cover part of herself with her free hand.
He stopped in his tracks and threw back his head and laughed. Erin, not amused by his humor, tried to free her hand from his hold, although he wasn’t holding her tight, his grip was unbreakable. Finally, she stopped trying and settled for just standing there and glaring at him. Really, the man lacked all sense of modesty.
Getting himself back under control, he scooped her up in his arms, threw her over his shoulder, and proceeded to carry her down the hallway. Erin yelped when he picked her up. She was no lightweight, but he carried her with ease. At first she struggled against his hold, but he smacked her on the ass. “Settle down, honey. There’s no one here but us, and besides, we’ll be in the shower in just a second. It doesn’t make any sense to get dressed.”
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