Page 78 of Dream Weaver

My hands shook as I tore open the packet and rolled it on.

Her chuckle was husky. “I get to do that next time.”

Next time. I liked the sound of that.

I leaned over to kiss her, shuffling nice and close. So close, my cock ached.

“You sure?” I whispered over her lips.

“Well, let’s triple-check.” She guided my hand down to her slick, warm core. Her inhale cracked into pieces when I slid one finger in, then two.

“Definitely need to triple-check,” I murmured, making good on my vow to shatter her self-control.

Abby arched, biting back a moan. She danced under me, then clutched my shirt and panted.

“If this doesn’t count as ready…”

I grinned. “That was double-checking. You said triple, right?”

It was only half a joke. She was pretty small — not that I dared say so — and I was pretty big. For this to feel as good for her as it did for me… Well, triple-checking made sense.

“I didn’t mean it literally—” Her protest broke into a gasp when I slid a third finger in, but then she exhaled. “Okay, maybe another minute of checking is good…”

Her body danced under my touch, assuring me she meant that in a good way.

“Oh… Ah…” she murmured, moving in time with me.

A car pulled into the lot next door, and we froze. We were out of sight, but not by much. Then, whew. It made a U-turn and pulled out.

I exhaled, then chuckled.

Abby looked at me. “Not an exhibitionist, huh?”

“No. Plus, do you realize how sketchy this looks?”

She waited, grinning at that echo of our trip to the vortex.

“A small woman under a big guy in an empty workshop at night…”

She stuck a finger at my chest in warning. “I’m not small. And you’re not that big.”

“Not big?” I brought her hand to the straining condom to illustrate my point.

“Okay, medium.” Her eyes sparkled with the thrill of a challenge, and she slid her leg up along mine. “You think I can’t handle you?”

“You can handle anything,” I said, dead serious.

Her expression softened, and she cupped my cheek.

“You, Mr. Lundsven, are a good man.” Then her eyes sparkled, and she slid her left leg around my waist. “And if you don’t screw me senseless right now, I will scream.”

I grinned, then pressed over her for a kiss. A kiss that quickly grew deep and desperate. I pressed closer…closer…

Then I pushed into her, and she gasped, throwing her head back.

The candles I’d moved to one side flared, and their flames blurred.

Slow,my bear warned as I slid deeper into her hot, tight sheath.

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